I missed this year’s SDMAs. Security didn’t see the humor in my Psycho Tim Pyles “getup.” To be fair, they saw the humor — they loved last year’s Zombie Mikey Esparza — they just didn’t get why the getup required I wield a fully fueled, ready-to-mow 22cc McCulloch weed wacker at Humphreys by the Bay. Well, now you’ll never know, will you, Shaft? Whatever, man. Bart posted the winners lickety split, so I know that Strat-slinging rock-roll trio Schitzophonics won Best Hard Rock category. Good onya, Pat, Lety, and Tom! Well done, well deserved. And that Gone Baby Gone got Sauciest Performance by a Band or Beautician. Okay, I made that one up, but if Pyles McCulloch had been allowed to attend, that woulda been a thing! Catch these local favorites when they split a bill at Bar Pink Thursday night.... Comic-rocker Sean “Har Mar Superstar” Tillman plays Casbar. You hear that Tillman, a native Minneapolan, lit up social media when he posted that he’d be playing guitar on the Replacements reunion tour? Mats fans were apofuckingplectic, including yours truly. Dude knows no boundaries. Anyway, the rhythm & blahs crooner will headline sets by Houstown hottie Lizzo and our own odd-pop carrot top Rafter.... Best of the rest: SanDago surf-horror-punks Zombie Surf Camp drop in at Tin Can Ale House after the Touchies and the Seks (appropriate pairing, that)...and English electropop singer-songer James Blake’s down the Fifth Avenue hill at House of Blues behind this year’s very well received and international-award-winning sophomore set Overgrown. You’ve heard of that, it has that song “WTF? I’m Big Everywhere But America!” Human beats machine Samiyam opens the show.
SanFran garage band (John Waters’s garage, anyway) Hunx & His Punx hit the Irenic. Seth Bogart and Shannon Shaw (Shannon & the Clams) this year released Street Punk via Hardly Art. Bogart’s gotten grittier here, loosing his inner Reatard, while Shaw’s cuts maintain the Spector-sounding charm of the Punx’ high-water mark, Too Young to Be in Love, with her “Ronettes-meets-Joan Jett croon.” Sure, they’re rich with kitsch, but the stuff is funsville onstage. So are locals Northern Tigers and the Frights, who set it up. That one’s all-ages, by the by.... Else: “Motown with drum machines” no more, dance-friendly indie-rockers Hills Like Elephants and sepia-toned folkies Midnight Pine pull into Whistle Stop Friday night...Sean Wheeler’s tatty desert-rock Throw Rag’s at Til-Two with our own noisy boys Homeless Sexuals and East County country skrunk Bill Cardinal...Bay Area doom trio Castle will fill the Void with thrash-metal noise after Marsupials and the Looming...while jazz-funk jam band Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe checks into Belly Up for two nights of Left Coast boogaloo.
“Black music didn’t start ’til 10 at night, and I was in bed by then. If you strip my tracks, take away all the horns and guitar licks, what you have is a country song.” That’s Jerry “Swamp Dogg” Williams on NPR’s Studio 360. Dogg’s raunch-lite rock ’n’ soul is curiously outsider, because he’s right, there’s rootsy simplicity in his songs. But, what they lack in heft they more than make up for in old-school groovin’ and croonin’ that’ll goose your butt and tickle your funny bone, if you got them anatomicals. He’ll be at Bar Pink behind this year’s remastered 1970 solid-gold Southern-soul classic Total Destruction of Your Mind.... My plan is to catch the Doggfather’s set and then crazy-cab it to Casbah, where instrumental mind-benders Earthless will be rocking From the Ages, the trio’s latest and greatest, imho. Loud-ass locals Joy, Sacri Monti, and Mystery Ship up first. Anybody want to share a cab?... Other mentionables’d be ska-punk septet Streetlight Manifesto at Soma. The big band’s touring in support of The Hands That Thieve...“Victoriandustrial” violinist Emilie Autumn plays Porter’s Pub at UCSD...while across campus at the Loft, In Motion Collective kicks out Afro-funk dance jams.
Soda Bar stages punkabilly originals Tav Falco & the Panther Burns Sunday night. Memphis native Falco, who’s been leading an unwieldy array of Panthers since the late ’70s, prefers we call his art-damaged rock “backwoods ballroom.” I’m cool with that. Rock writers who know a lot more about him than I do say his schtick gave us the Cramps. Rey & Davies (that’s Stephen and Miss Erika) do their haunted country-classic duetin’ to open the show.... Andthensomes: from Brooklyn, soul-funk big band Sister Sparrow & the Dirty Birds land at the Griffin after bluesy crew Tori Roze & the Hot Mess...right ’round the bend, Detroit Rock City’s Koffin Kats serve up psychobilly at Brick by Brick after Strikers and Hard Fall Hearts for your RDA of greazy beats...and pop-punk five-piece New Found Glory takes the main stage at Soma after Alkaline Trio.
Chicago blues great Buddy Guy will be at Belly Up Monday night. Buddy by the numbers: cat’s 77, been slinging his thing since 19and53 (that’s 60 years y’all), was named number 30 of the top 100 guitarists in the cosmos by those in the know at Rolling Stone, and has just released his 27th (remember that number) studio set, Rhythm & Blues, which debuted at number 27(!) on Billboard’s top 200. Mm-mm-mm. Buddy freaking Guy. Where else you going?
It’s Tiki Tuesday at NoPark hot spot Bar Pink, where management’s apparently going to let the barback, John Reis, and his friends in the Night Marchers take the stage. Oh, this ought to be good. Ha! This ought to be very f-ing good, the Marchers just took home an SDMA (Best Alternative Album) for this year’s long-awaited Allez Allez. With the Creepy Creeps’ alter egos Creepxotica setting it up, this one’s going to sell the hell out.... Miss the door to that, roll over to Soda Bar, where Aussie nonet Clairy Browne & the Bangin’ Rackettes serve the rhythm & blues-rock offa this year’s Vanguard Records record Baby Caught the Bus...and Radio Halloran fills another fine local bill at the Griffin in Bay Park, with Mr. Physician, Jeans Wilder, and the Frights.