French Disco is cool alright (check out Stereolab’s Emperor Tomato Ketchup for details on that conclusion) but back here in America we’ve got the coolest of them all. Let me tell you a little bit more about Gordy Andersen. He was about three years ahead of me in high school. Back then his veritable creation of the punk scene in this town with Jerry’s Kidz cohort Kevin Cruikshank led an entire generation of Burque rock-heads to a deep blue baptism with heavy water. Responsible for bringing just about every skating so-and-so to the temple of what rock music would become in this town, Andersen went on to play in seminal outfits like Cracks in the Sidewalk and Black Maria. Now, much later, hilt deep into the twenty-first century, it turns out the dude’s cancer—originally fought over and vanquished in the aughts—has returned. So the local scene is throwing a festival in his honor. Gordyfest happens at Launchpad (618 Central SW) on Saturday, Sept. 12. Proceeds from this rocked out super-fiesta will help Gordy finance his continued medical needs, making his second slaughter of the big C an attainable thing. Some of the city’s best, brightest and burnt rock musicians will be on hand to bring this vision into fruition. Sets include performances by doom rockers Sleep—featuring heavyweight champion of sick sound Al Cisneros—and Raven Chacon’s modernist metallic monster Tenderizor. Also on the bill: SuperGiant, Black Lamb, Shoggoth, Anesthesia, Econarchy, Sandia Man, Marsupious and Hanta. It’s going to fucking rock. And Gordy, bless his pointed head, will be there to watch. 20 clams grants one access to this 21+ rock spectacle for the ages. Launchpad opens at 5 pm that night; the thunder commences at 5:30 pm, continuing into the wee hours of the next morning.