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Saturday August  6 2022
 8:00PM doors -- music at 8:30PM
 
•••  21 AND OVER
$15 in advance / $18 at the door
Swami John Reis
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 garage punk rock
Thank You Come Again  
thankyoucomeagain.bandcamp.com/
 hard rock garage punk
The Atom Age
theatomage.squarespace.com/
r&b surf stomp



Swami John Reis
-from San Diego, CA
-Swami John Reis celebrates his 100th year in rock ’n’ roll with a brand new band and record! Neither similar nor dissimilar to his previous bands (Hot Snakes, Night Marchers, The Sultans, Rocket From The Crypt, Drive Like Jehu, etc) yet immediately familiar (like an old friend asking to borrow some money). The music is an amalgam of ’60s folk punk, ’70s punk, and pre-Vietnam War rock ’n’ roll with only one or two new ideas introduced to the form. The sound is built on stentorian bedrock of savage drumming by J. Sinclair K. of Hot Snakes and the pounding piano of Joe Guevara. Swami John Reis commits audio crime with his throaty basso and then weaponizes the files with electric guitar roar, acoustic strum and bass guitar. Hear his defiant, croak howl in protest in what might be his most autobiographical work yet. Music critics and fans alike have long referred to Reis’s signature voice as “The Velvet Yawn” and never has that description been more apt. Ride The Wild Night was recorded at City Of Refuge (Night Marchers, Black Lips, The Spits) on an 8-track tape machine and mixed by Ben Moore (Hot Snakes, Diamanda Galas) at Singing Serpent.



Thank You Come Again
-from San Francisco, CA
-Human music from San Francisco, CA. Conceived in a lit cigarette and birthed out of wedlock in December 2018.



The Atom Age
-from Oakland, CA
-Run hot enough, a vacuum tube implodes, collapsing in on itself in the shithot blast of a rock and roll suicide. Once the heat kicks in, there’s no other outcome but thermal shock and shattered glass.

Since 2009, Oakland’s The Atom Age have been scattering slivers of imploded tubes all across the Bay Area. A rocket propelled ode to the unhinged power of ‘60s punk and R&B, the Age are more Sonics than Hives, and more Link Wray than Jack White. Coming to life out of the Bay’s punk scene, they’re a powder keg of a live band. But in the past, capturing this energy on record has proven a challenge. Over their last three albums, the Atom Age have documented their considerable strength for songwriting (most notably 2015’s Hot Shame), but something has almost always been lost in the equation of tracking and layering. Only now, thanks to the sympatico production work of Dave Schiffman (The Bronx, Pup, Jimmy Eat World) has the mutant fission of their live shows truly been captured on record.

Blazing by in a relentless 25 minutes, Cry Til You Die is Atom Age at their most swaggeringly explosive, their pop craftsmanship fused inseparably to every skronking sax line and Farfisa wail. Lead single “Walk Through Walls,” with its stabbed keys and bleating saxophone, is less a walk than a drunken march across boundaries—a sauced night stroll which slams headlong into one of the band’s best riffs to date. “Bad Seeds,” sailing on a snaking surf riff, recalls the sleaze of early Tarantino soundtracks. Recorded live at District Recordings in San Jose, CA, every track on Cry Til You Die is slick with sweat, and coated in a fine layer of grime. From the leading howl in opener “Love is a Numbers Game” to the final shriek of feedback on the closing title track, this is The Atom Age at the top of their craft.

As soon as the record begins, you’ll start to feel the heat. But be warned: once it builds, it doesn’t let up. By the end, there’s no other outcome. You might not implode, but you will Cry Til You Die!- - Mike Huguenor