I was doin' the ol' "ego search" on google tonight and I came across an article written for the show I played with my band in Vegas last weekend... Check it out...
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Copyright © Las Vegas Mercury
Kick Out the Jams: Bacon, Malpache, Thee Swank Bastards at Double Down, Jan. 29
As Saturday evening extended, so did the sideburns. I'd have written it off as coincidence but for the odd correspondence between these and the overall presence of each band: the longer the sideburns, the fiercer the aesthetic.
First up was Bacon, goatee-and-ballcap rockers shorn at the temples, yet still able to furnish some pretty good, fittingly gristled hors d'oeuvres to a Double Down mob of the tousled and tattooed--less than groundbreaking stuff, but good and loud with a few hooky protuberances here and there. Next came L.A.'s Malpache, a Latin ska-punk outfit with debonair frontman Giovanni Blanco donning a black pin-stripe and burns down to the earlobes. These guys snuck up on the crowd midway through a higher-and-higher energy set, and the smallish statures onstage seemed as attentive and comfortable with each other as they did with us. As such, Malpache was easily the night's climax of inclusivity and organic vibration, culminating in late-set jams of solid synergy, call/response and a bit of surf-tone noodling that foreshadowed what would follow.
Thee Swank Bastards followed with their own lite darkness. If they couldn't match Malpache's vigor, it may only have been from lack of a voice, strictly instrumental surf-rockers as they are. Swank? Yes, it appeared that way. Bastards? I couldn't tell, but the power-trio's hour upon the stage was sweetened by a few non-musical elements:
1) The background monitor, which looped a technicolor montage of B-grade horror flick images over the heads of all three bands. It's a common kitsch-enhancement device not really meant for much scrutiny, but still, wax museums and black lagoons during Bacon's set just felt like the TV had been left on from the night before.
2) The final fruition of guitarist Jesse DelQuadro's extravagant mutton chops--each one a powerful swank-nexus from which surfy energy boiled forth until they left the stage with the rest of him.
3) The sultry hula-hoop stylings of fourth member Szandora, a striking and nearly naked hipster-vixen with electric hair and her own website where $19.95 a month will strike the nearly from her naked.
There may have been a fifth member--an attention-seizing imp who periodically scurried up to pelt the band with empty water bottles--but I don't know if he added anything.--Dave Surratt
http://www.lasvegasmercury.com/2005/.../25774102.html
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