Wednesday November 23rd | 9pm
3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY!
Leftover Soul is a vinyl only soul night happening in Albuquerque! DJ Leftovers spins the best soul records he can get his hands on and you shake your booty in return. This thanksgiving eve, before you stuff your belly full o’ turkey get a big helping of soul!
SOUL TRAIN DANCE OFF AT MIDNIGHT WITH FANTASTIC SOUL PRIZES FOR THE WINNERS! (donated by Slolow Vinyl Records)
Special thanks to James Swagerty for designing the special poster for our 3 yr anniversary and to Slolow Vinyl Records for donating the sweet soul 45s as prizes for our dance competition.
Never a cover, always a good time (for 3 years!)
Monday November 21st | Doors at 7pm
w/ Get Action
Night Beats play pure psychedelic R&B music that spikes the punch and drowns your third eye in sonic waves of colour. Theirs is a bastard blues, contorted and distorted into new shapes for 21st century wastoids — once tasted never forgotten. This is music to melt your sorry little minds.
Make no mistake: their new album Who Sold My Generation sounds like it has been created against a backdrop of burning Stars and Stripes flags and with the whiff of napalm hanging in the air — an alternative universe where ‘Helter Skelter’ is the national anthem and Charlie Manson is still on the loose. Acid-test heaviness is Night Beats’ currency, but this is no out-right nostalgia trip either. Instead of Nixon and Vietnam, Night Beats have their own epoch of God and guns and bombs and drones to rail against…or flee from. Besides, bad vibrations, blues jams and id-shattering explorations are timeless pursuits – why shouldn’t today’s young generation be allowed to take a ride down the slippery spiral that sits within the centre of each of us?
On their third album – and first for Heavenly Recordings — Night Beats perhaps most recall their Texan forefathers and psyche-rock originators 13th Floor Elevators at their ‘69 peak, just before The Man busted young Roky Erickson and dragged him to the psyche ward for barbaric doses of shock treatment. These boys represent the best of the Lone Star State’s flipside – that vast dusty hinterland of the soul where it’s easy to drift off the map and reinvent yourself as part of the long lineage of creative cowboys who prefer psychotropics to rodeo riding, guitars rather than firearms.
“Old cowboy culture is alive and well in Texas,” says frontman Danny Lee Blackwell. “I grew up with Texan mythology all around us, so as a band its instilled in our blood. My Dad didn’t wrangle steers but he did pick cotton when he was young. But then cities like Austin and Dallas, where we spent most of our time growing up, have a real sense of musical history that runs deep, so we feed off legacy that too.”
From the Elevators and The Red Krayola on to pre-ZZ Top band The Moving Sidewalks, Butthole Surfers and The Black Angels – whose record label Reverb Appreciation Society have released Night Beats — and a clutch of other early cult bands besides (Bubble Puppy, Shiva’s Headband and the Golden Dawn, anyone?), Texas has always been a prime breeding ground for such outlaw music. “The Elevators were one of the reasons I decided to become a singer and form the group,” says Blackwell. “I loved their attempt to play R ‘n’ B music, but from a distinctly Texan approach. I’d say they have profoundly influenced the group, but it’s now our job to take it to another level in a new age.”
It took a cross-country relocation to instigate their formation. Night Beats were born when frontman Danny Lee Blackwell upped stick from Dallas to Seattle, Washington and was soon joined by childhood friend James Traeger. “James got me a copy of Ginsberg’s Howl when I was around 15 and it changed everything,” remembers Blackwell of his old friend. “We grew up together and once he moved up to Seattle we did everything together there too. I wanted to try out a different place, a new city, where no one knew my music and there wasn’t anything remotely similar going on. Coming from Dallas, Austin seemed like the obvious choice but I needed something more. Seattle was at one time the home to people we love like Ray Charles, Jimi Hendrix and Quincy Jones so I didn’t feel too disconnected.”
The two existed initially as a guitar and drums duo, named in honour of Sam Cooke’s 1963 album Night Beat, before fellow Jakob Bowden Dallas resident joined on bass after a stint in Austin. Filtering a collective love of pioneering artists as disparate as Buddy Holly, Fela Kuti, Etta James, James Brown and Leonard Cohen, Night Beats dropped a clutch of singles, split-singles, cassette release and two albums – their self-titled debut in 2011 followed by Sonic Bloom in 2013 – as well as featuring on all manner of compilation albums that document the cutting edge of the head-bending, modern counter-cultural US underground.
Night Beats hit the road too, touring extensively with Roky Erickson, The Zombies, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Strange Boys, Black Lips, The Growlers and The Black Angels in North America, Europe, Israel, South Africa and Australia.
Recorded on old two-inch tape in Echo Park, Los Angeles at the home of producer Nic Jodoin and featuring co-production and guess bass playing from Robert Levon Been of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, new album Who Sold My Generation goes beyond merely being a retreading of well-worn garage / R&B path. Instead it offers a contemporary take on the psychedelic experience, a heady set of hoodoo voodoo songs. Mordant and corrosive opener ‘Celebration #1’ sets the tone with its wailing guitar jams and Messiah-like monologue, while ‘No Cops’ makes like the imaginary soundtrack to an orgiastic party somewhere in the LA hills as the summer of love gave way to an era of greed and paranoia. ‘Sunday Mourning’ is the sound of blood dripping on the twitching remains of a generation’s super ego and with a rockabilly strut, ‘Egypt Berry’ chases the White Rabbit down into a cosmic underworld while shaking its burning tail feathers
With new Who Sold My Generation, Night Beats have not only painted it black, they’ve torched the fucker and driven it off the cliff, crashing and burning into the arid canyon below.
In its afterglow only the lone howl of a solitary coyote remains.
Wednesday November 9th | Doors at 7pm
w/ Get Action
Always clad in a fuzzy (and mildly psychotic-looking) rabbit mask and often wearing little else, NOBUNNY is a one-man pop-punk onslaught whose simple, infectiously hooky tunes and lusty outlook have earned comparisons to the Ramones,Hasil Adkins, and the Cramps, and whose untamed (and sometimes bottomless) stage shows have led some to call him a cuddly version of G.G. Allin. NOBUNNY is the alter ego of Justin Champlin, who was born and raised in Tucson, Arizona, and relocated to San Francisco, California.Champlin first made a name for himself as the drummer with garage punks the Okmoniks and later co-founded the Sneaky Pinks, a two-man punk-pop party machine.
With NOBUNNY, Champlin streamlined the concept of the Sneaky Pinks by paring the consistent lineup down to just one person (or one mutant; as part of the NOBUNNY myth, Champlin claims to be the product of a liaison between a woman and a jackalope). Sometimes working solo and sometimes backed by a constantly shifting group of musicians, Champlinhas been performing as NOBUNNY since 2001, though it wasn’t until 2008 that he made his recorded debut with the album Love Visions. Primarily recorded at home with Champlin handling most of the instruments, Love Visions was released by the tiny Bubbledum Records label; it earned enthusiastic reviews in the underground music press and was reissued in 2009 by the somewhat larger 1-2-3-4 Go! Records. In 2009, NOBUNNY put out a single through Horizontal Action Records, “Give It to Me” b/w “Motorhead with Me,” and a cassette-only album, Raw Romance, on Burger Records.
NOBUNNY also kept up a busy touring schedule in the wake of Love Visions, telling reporter Eric Allen, “The road is good, because at least I know where my next meal is coming from. I find life much easier on tour. It’s not being on tour that is hard for me.” In September of 2010, NOBUNNY’s second full-length album, First Blood, was released by Goner. After a relatively quiet 2011 with no recordings released, NOBUNNY returned in 2012 with a single for Suicide Squeeze and an EP for Goner. He stuck with Goner for his third full-length blast of garage punk, 2013’s Secret Songs.
GET ACTION is like Radio Birdman and The Undertones having dinner at your mom’s house while The Who practices in the garage.
Sunday November 6th | Doors at 8pm
w/ Paint Fumes
The King Khan & BBQ Show are two guys in a band, both writing, performing and singing: Arish ‘King’ Khan: guitar, vocals. His voice is the snotty one. His guitar is the lead one. Mark ‘BBQ’ Sultan: drums, guitar, vocals. His voice is the smooth one. His guitar is the rhythmic one. The drums are played live with his feet.
Bad News Boys is the band’s fourth studio album, their latest since 2009’s acclaimed Invisible Girl. The boys had previously broken up in 2010 after a taxing stretch, culminating in an invite by Lou Reed to play the Sydney Opera House. There was a public (internet) break-up and freak-out, which carried over into the week after in Asia. Words were said; brothers fought like brothers. It was the end of a stretch that had taken the band all over North America, playing festivals like Coachella, starting side projects like Almighty Defenders (with brothers Black Lips), touring the likes of Europe, Israel, Brazil, gaining legions of devoted fans internationally, and kickstarting that whole ‘doo-wop punk’ bullshit movement that still goes on today.
This is rock’n’roll. This is punk. This is early r&b. This is psych. This is doo-wop. This is garage. It’s all this and more, without trying to be anything.
A misconception of the band is that they play a bunch of instruments, which are then overdubbed to get a particular sound in the studio. The truth is that they record live. Their ‘studio’ is usually an apartment or – in the case of Bad News Boys – a basement, and they’re armed a 4-track cassette recorder and not much else. Their ethos is punk. Their mission is to revere rock’n’roll – the real stuff – enough, so that they are permitted to invoke its spirits and ghosts using magick, using their raw soul – for good or for bad – to evoke the smells and feelings that confuse and delight.
The King Khan & BBQ Show is a real band. Sure, their sense of humor is dirty, often surreal and potentially subversive, but the seriousness of their passion for real rock’n’roll should never be taken lightly. They live a lifestyle of pure love for the genre, respecting and understanding its basic tenets, living as lifers, representatives of tradition they feel is important. They cut their teeth together in The Spaceshits, a lightning fast rock’n’roll band formed in 1995 (dead by 1998) and have toured and paid their dues since, sacrificing their mind, bodies, souls, friends, family – all for love.
King Khan went on to underground hero status in many projects, shocking and impressing tastemakers in need of tangible image-icons, worldwide. Mark Sultan is heralded for his incredible voice and top-tier songwriting – rarities, today. Quite simply: they need one another, like yin and yang, to make it all happen. The band has managed to continue to release top-grade material for over ten years, without bowing to business or succumbing to what’s ‘hip’, without changing. They do what they want, take it or leave it. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, but never say they can’t write a great rock’n’roll song – and back it up with one of the best, most magickal, energetic, crass and nonsensical free-form live shows going.
They care so much that they don’t give a fuck.
PAINT FUMES drew first blood together in the year 2011, sharing a mutual love of garage scuzz and brain-chain reaction, and the connection was immediate and fierce. Sounds congealed via weekly seances at the Sewercide Mansion in Charlotte, NC and relentless touring which brought their unhinged reverberations to points all across the USA. Like the lovechild of Link Wray and Cheetah Chrome, raised by Lemmy on the streets of Venus, they sweated out the fever every night in ecstatic style. By the time Slovenly Recs got around to spitting out a couple classic 45s and their debut platter Uck Life, most true heads and even those way out of the know alike had gotten the message. Deep within a blitzkrieg of treble and feedback, there were real live tunes to sink your teeth into – the stuff that’s stuck in your head when you wake up in another dimension.
In the year of the horse, the ‘Fumes swelled in ranks with Ian Rose and Ben Carr of NC synthtopian punks Natural Causes, starting twelve thrash bands and surviving on nothing but hallucinations of vegetarian chimichangas. Together this crew ruined the beaches of Europe with Los Vigilantes, converted hundreds on the all-night diesel-powered festival circuit and in the midst of it all took a vacation down to Puerto Rico and committed to tape a new full-length entitled If it ain’t Paint Fumes it ain’t worth a huff!
Thursday October 26th | Doors at 8pmGet Tickets
Clackamas, Oregon’s Dead Moon is truly one of the most independent and revered Northwest underground bands of all time. With Fred Cole on guitar and vocals, his wife Toody on bass and vocals, and the one & only Andrew Loomis on drums, Dead Moon churned out their own indescribable brand of rock & roll for nearly 20 years from 1987- 2006. During this period Dead Moon released 14 LPs & CDs and around ten 45rpm records on their DIY label Tombstone Records, and also on Music Maniac (Europe), Dog Meat (Australia), and Empty Records, Sub Pop & Sympathy for the Record Industry (USA), all the while also touring Europe, the USA & Canada, Australia and New Zealand.
Fred, a garage rock stalwart, formed Dead Moon with bassist Toody and drummer Loomis in 1987. In 1988, they released debut single “Parchment Farm,” the first of a string of home recordings on their Tombstone Records imprint. In 1990, Hans Kestaloo signed them to German label Music Maniac after being introduced by the Wipers’ Greg Sage. He also flew them over to tour Europe, where they found a significant fan base. Throughout the ’90s, Dead Moon were beloved staples of the Pacific Northwest music scene, releasing a flood of music on labels including Sub Pop, Tombstone, and eMpTy, as well as Music Maniac and Sympathy for the Record Industry. In 2006, the year they split, a documentary was released on the trio, Unknown Passage: The Dead Moon Story.
Monday through Friday, 7 Days A Week
We’ve expanded our hours and are open at 11am, Monday through Sunday, to serve up our full menu for lunchtime. To celebrate these new expanded hours we have a number of exciting promotions including special daily food & drink pairings, as well as weekly lunch-time-only specials created by Chef Christopher Cook.Check The Menu
Before gaming consoles, there were cabinets inside of which epic adventures unfolded bit by bit. They housed strange worlds where Italian plumbers are bombarded with barrels by angry apes; where foul-mouthed hopping heads illuminate multi-chromatic pyramids under a shower of snakes and spheres. Before these cabinets, there were live-action analog machine games of chance and skill wherein chrome balls fly through obstacles and over ramps in a blur of speed and light. Our extraordinary arcade is a fine collection of cabinets and machines designed to challenge the spirit and captivate the senses. With the experience and expertise of our local partners at Geekon we carefully curate our selection of games and add new cabinets every month. We are also the exclusive site for the pinball tournaments put on by Geekon every last Thursday of the month. The arcade at Sister bar is host to nostalgic favorites such as Ms. Pac-man and NBA Jams as well as obscure gems like Kung Fu Master and 720. Our wall of pinball is stacked with classics and currently features a Ghostbusters machine that plays like a bowling ball on a slip-and-slide at Roosevelt Park and looks like a Lisa Frank binder on acid. So check your couch cushions, round up those street bucks, and etch your name in our electronic hall of fame while sipping on your favorite adult beverage. And don’t forget to hit up our homies at Geekon for video game console and cabinet sales and service.
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Saturday July 26th | Doors at 8pm
Strictly Business 30 Year Anniversary
Raashan Ahmad of Crown City Rockers
Hailing from Long Island, NY, EPMD’s first album, Strictly Business, appeared in 1988 and featured the underground hit “Strictly Business,” which sampled Eric Clapton’s version of Bob Marley’s “I Shot the Sheriff.” Many critics cite this first album as the group’s most influential. The group’s brand of funk-fueled sample-heavy hip-hop proved to be a major force in the genre. Unlike old school hip hop, which was originally based on disco hits but eventually became more electronic, EPMD based its music mainly on lifting funk and rock breaks for samples and helped to popularize their usage, along with Marley Marl and Public Enemy. “You’re a Customer” combined snippets of Steve Miller’s “Fly Like an Eagle,” Kool & the Gang’s “Jungle Boogie, the bass line from ZZ Top’s “Cheap Sunglasses” and drum beat (Roger Linn LM-2 machine). “Jane,” about a romantic rendezvous gone bad, would be revisited on no less than five sequels; a first for hip-hop, and, perhaps, rock and roll as well. “You Gots to Chill” used 1980s funk band Zapp’s “More Bounce to the Ounce,” which has become one of the most enduring sample sources for hip-hop. EPMD later appeared on the single “Everybody (Get Up)” by Zapp frontman Roger Troutman on his last solo album, Bridging The Gap, in 1991. “I’m Housin'” was covered some 12 years later by Rage Against the Machine. Managed early on by Russell Simmons’ RUSH Management, the group toured with such hip-hop luminaries as Run-DMC, Public Enemy, and DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince.
Saturday June 25th | Doors at 8pm
with Culture Abuse, and Wrong
After getting his start as the brains behind the late 90s/early 2000s hardcore/punk act Horror Show, Domenic Palermo founded NOTHING in 2011 with the release of the demo Poshlost. Following the release of Poshlost, Palermo met Brandon Setta, who would bring lush, rich soundscapes and a fresh approach to Palermo’s vision for NOTHING and to the band’s next two EPs, Suns And Lovers (Big Love, 2011) and Downward Years To Come (A389, 2012). NOTHING then signed to Relapse for their debut 2014 full-length Guilty Of Everything. The album, which was inspired by the events surrounding a prison sentence Palermo served from 2002-2004, found widespread critical acclaim from publications such as Rolling Stone, NPR, Stereogum, Spin, Noisey, and many others. Guilty’s reception also enabled the band to tour Europe and North America extensively, including performances at festivals including Osheaga, Roadburn, Firefly, Budweiser Made In America, and SXSW.Get Tickets
Following a tumultuous series of events that left the band personally and professionally distraught, NOTHING experienced a drastic change in mindset, which is clearly apparent in the band’s new record Tired Of Tomorrow. Tired Of Tomorrow was recorded over the course of a month at Studio 4 with Will Yip (Title Fight, Superheaven, Touche Amore, etc) this past October, and is the band’s most heartfelt work today. Borrowing from personal memoir and external works alike, NOTHING have worked the deepest influences of their youth & maturation into a package that’s ultimately at its most relevant in the present day. Tired Of Tomorrow is a brooding yet mellow release, inspired as much by 90s rock as it is by the darkness of NOTHING’s past.
Domenic Palermo, Brandon Setta, Kyle Kimball
Friday June 17th | Doors at 8pm | $5
Skeme Richards, Rock Steady Crew (Philly)
Renato aka RIM, Diggin’ Ain’t Easy (LA)
Digging and spinning genres across the board from Hip Hop, Funk & Soul classics to Disco, Nu Disco and beyond, Skeme keeps things classy and continuously strives to separate himself from the pack. Skeme is known within a large circle of Funk & Soul 45 aficionados, DJs, vinyl purists, record labels and promoters as a heavyweight collector.