In the fall of 2009 I found myself in New Orleans again. I was celebrating a birthday and seeing shows I’d helped book for a New Mexico band. During that time, British group The Horrors was on tour and had a date at One-Eyed Jack’s, a small theater in the French Quarter. The opening act was Crocodiles, about which I knew nothing. The Horrors had recently made a shift from leather-clad garage rock to flowy-shirt post punk, and, for whatever reason, the band was clearly having a terrible night. Crocodiles, though, with buzzing guitars and indulgent disco beats, stole the show.
With campy gore and a droning kind of punk in tow, Welchez desires to entertain our humble burg’s residents on Monday when Crocodiles performs with a full band. “I hope [sonic pleasure-seekers] come,” he says “I want them to have fun.” And, he assures, this show will be better than the one I witnessed in the aughts.