King Tuff is the alias and band of Brattleboro, Vt. native and L.A. resident Kyle Thomas. His music varies from mellow psychedelia to blazing power pop. Imbued with Mr. Tuff’s righteous guitar parts, every bit of it is worthy of earnest Bic salutations or fully engaged fist pumps. You can see King Tuff play live on Monday at the Launchpad with similarly amazing L.A. band Audacity. In the meantime, eavesdrop on the telephone conversation King Tuff and I had about jock jams and the magic of music. And I totally was not the stoned one.
From the Alibi vaults: In 2005 Laura Marrich and Jessica Cassyle Carr rescued a bunch of old local band promo photos from the trash. In the years since, Laura has been their guardian (... or, at least, she kept them in a pile in the back of her filing cabinet). Sure, nostalgia isn’t what it used to be, but here are some of the best shots:
Gwyneth's birthday freaktacular features the rock stylings of SuperGiant, Fatso, Icky & The Yuks and Mother Death Queen. Take in the spectacle on Saturday, Aug. 18, beginning at 9:30 p.m. at the Launchpad (618 Central SW). Admission to the 21-and-over event is $5. (JCC)
Now, on the other hand—and as opposed to your parent's music which you claim to have no knowledge of whatsoever—you probably have heard of the Descendents. The quartet from the beautiful yet threatening beach is ripping it up at Sunshine Theater on Friday, Nov. 16 at 8pm. The band claims rights to a lineage of punk rock from the OC and surrounding area that pretty much branched off from hardcore units in the early '90s to produce a more pop-flavored, personally emotional form of the genre. Their brand of music heavily influenced monstrosities like Jimmy Eat World and Blink-182 as well as perhaps birthing the ultimate in abysmal entities, a thing we'll call emo for the sake of convenience. But before they did profound damage to millions of Californios and as-of-then unborn potential rockers, they did produce some pretty epic songs. Besides that, their front man, Milo Auckerman and his compadres, Bill Stevenson, Karl Alvarez and Stephen Egerton are probably responsible for thousands of totally sick skateboarding injuries over the years due to turned out tuneage like “Myage,” “I'm Not a Loser,” “Cameage,” “Uranus” and my all time favorite, “Clean Sheets.” Just 27 bones gets you in to this 13+ gig. Fuck it dude, life's a risk.