Follow the wavering navel, as Beats Antique beats it to Belly Up Thursday night.
Middle East boogaloo. And belly-dancing! Oaktown entertainers and festival faves Beats Antique bring their latest and greatest, Elektrafone, to Belly Up for a night of tribal partying and gyrating belly buttons. “Sidecar” Tommy says Elektrafone’s the closest the trio has come to capturing the live Beats Antique experience. “Our live show speaks louder than any of our albums. It gets really crazy at the end, pretty fun, crowd-surfing, animal masks and weirdness,” says Sidecar. I, for one, can never take my eye off the waverin’ navels. These cats sound like they throw down.... Casbah sets up Mini Mansions. Mikey Shoes, bassist for Queens of the Stone Age, built this band outside QOTSA’s desert-rock confines as an outlet for his pop tendencies (PTs). On last year’s full-length s/t debut, the L.A.-based trio nods at Elliott Smith, Beatles, and Fountains of Wayne. Seen ’em. Nerd-rock cooked medium, just like you like it. Deap Vally and Dark Thirty up first... SanFran grrl-boy band the Bruises hits Soda Bar in support of this year’s Motion Light, a collection of classic-rock, power-pop ditties with the confectionary topping of she-harmonies. More Veruca Salt than Sleater-Kinney. Chula Veesta’s Fixtures open the show.... “Party punk to rawk your face?” Hokay, Lumps and Marsupials split a bill of that booya at Bar Pink.... Tin Can Ale House pops the top on a local four-pack in a variety of flavors, from blues-rock to psych-pop, featuring Napolean Complex, Incomplete Neighbor, Valley Om, and Icespeaker from TJ.... “Feelin’ Alright,” 65-year-young rock-roll guitarist Dave Mason (Traffic) plays out his second night at Little Italy supper club Anthology. These are acoustic shows with Mr. Mason’s longtime partner in crime, So-Flo guitarist Johnne Sambataro.
Go show some local love when Wendy Bailey & True Stories drop their new disc, String Theory, at Bar Pink.
Wendy Bailey will drop her new disc at Bar Pink Friday night.
According to True Stories guitarist and Reader contributor Bart Mendoza (Shambles, Manual Scan), the stage is going to see a steady stream of local notables in support of this charmed and charming indie-rock singer-songwriter, including but not limited to: Roni Lee, Joey Harris, Mario Escovedo, Victor Penalosa, and Itai Faierman. String Theory, produced by Mike Kamoo at his Earthling Studios, is due to drop January 6 from Blindspot Records.... DJ Greyboy put the band back together this year for Jam Cruise and the Outsidelands Music Festival in San Francisco. His Greyboy Allstars (Karl Denson, Robert Walter, Chris Stillwell, Elgin Park, and Eric Kalb — jeez, talk about supergroups) will bring their old-school acid-jazz thing to Belly Up.... Akron akt the Dazz Band funks up Anthology Friday night. The dance-track throwbacks are best known for early ’80s R&B radio hits “Let It Whip” (for which they won a Grammy) and “Joystick”.... Else: you’ll find Subterranean Horses, surfacing for the first time in eight years with original frontman Davit Buck (Homeless Sexuals, Zillion Happy Volts), out at Tower Bar with the Deadbeat Diablos, featuring Skeeter from DC Hardcore legends SCREAM!...and in Middletown, indie-pop big band Get Back Loretta gets back to Casbah...synth punx Stalins of Sound will be down the street on Kettner at Kadan...while piano-rock three-piece Street of Little Girls is up the hill at the Tin Can.
New Year’s Eve has got something for everybody, Everybody, and a lot of these are going need some advance planning lest they sellout, so read real quik and then get on the stick:
The Growlers will ring in the New Year at Casbah.
Casbah’s got SoCal psych-pop acts the Growlers, Tomorrow’s Tulips, the Abigails, and Tropical Popsicle...post-rock duo El Ten Eleven lands at Soda Bar with Hills Like Elephants...Til-Two’s got a ton o’ local fun, featuring Grand Tarantula, the Bloody Hollies, Stephen Rey and the Slicks, and Lady Dottie and the Diamonds...and while we’re in the neighborhood, Swami’s New Year’s Heave chucks up SD garage-rock perennials Beehive & the Barracudas, with Christmas Island and Mrs. Magician setting the stage...psych-pop trio Short Eyes and Child Bride get hitched at the Tower...blues-rockers River City flow into Tin Can Ale House with Western Set, VDrago, and DJ Gonzo...4th&B gets Kinky (like, ¡mexitronica!)...while local-favorite party bands Candye Kane, Bushwalla, and the English Beat count it down at Belly Up...
Beehive swarms Bar Pink New Year's Eve. Get your buzz on.
for those of you who like it harsh, Carlsbad thrash band Nihilist and SD’s punkabilly bad boys the Strikers hit the Shakedown with Skeeter’s Deadbeat Diablos...while you — yeah, you, punky — take the mic fronting Eleven’s human jukebox for Punk Rock Karaoke. Wicked cathartic, and what better night to get it all out — “SHOULD OLD ACQUAINTANTS GET TOO DRUNK AND SCREAM TILL THEIR THROATS BLEEEED...DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA...something something WEED!” — I love that one.
El Ten Eleven lands at Soda Bar New Year's Eve.
Quit smoking. Start running.
“Bjork descends to sing Nine Inch Nails over Trent Reznor’s dead body” when Boston big band Bent Knee brings the avant-indie of its s/t debut to Tin Can Ale House — “guaranteed to break legs and shatter knee caps or your money back.” Huh. With local folkies the Peripherals on the bill, that’s a nice little firstie for 2012.
You smell like smoke!
Surf-rock slinger Dick Dale takes the stage at Belly Up humpnight.
Last year, Shout! Factory released Guitar Legend: The Very Best of Dick Dale, a collection that balances nicely Lefty’s early classics like “Miserlou,” middle-period tracks like his version of Jimi Hendrix’s “Third Stone from the Sun,” and later sides like his guitar duet with Stevie Ray Vaughan on the surf-classic “Pipeline.” San Diego’s rock shaman Hargo opens that show.... Best of the rest finds psych-rock duo Ninja Love at Soda Bar...alt-pop act Privet is playing the Ruby Room...while the hard-rocking Jet Kill Radio jacks in at Shakedown with Johnny Giles of Youth Envy.... Happy twenty-twelve, y’all. Look forward to seeing your smiling faces out-n-about this year — so I can smash them with the awesome Hulk hands I got for Christmas.
— Barnaby H. Monk