Born amidst the 7-Elevens and white trash comradery of Southern California's suburban desert, Los Angelenos Francisco the Man grew up the way bands used to grow up. Huddled in the corners of their parents' garages. In church halls. In basements. Passing cheap beer, pissing each other off, and dreaming of the day they might continue to do the same without a dead end day job.

Francisco the Man is indeed a real band from the days of yore, yet their sound is anything but dated: locomotive Crazy Horse jams with squalling feedback, the punky spirit of 1977 New York, sunburnt shoegaze hymnals, and chunky Motown grooves, all saturated in rose-hued California power pop.

The guys latest release is just as sweet. Right when the band's euphoric crests have you shaking off goosebumps, Francisco the Man pulls the plug at the most dramatic moment to send you floating dreamily down a river of ambience reminiscent of My Bloody Valentine's Loveless. It's perfect, really. The only thing left is to drift off and tune in to the earnest, idiosyncratic vocals of singer Scotty Cantino, who stands out from his peers as one of the few true innovators of modern guitar pop. Evocative of a young Doug Martsch, Cantino's sanguine and nostalgic lyricism hearkens back to those early memories of suburban paradise, with all the heart and pluck of a wisened street child who never forgot where he came from.

Their new 7" drops August 7th via Small Plates Records.

"psychedelic guitars, fuzzed out melodies and a deep love for the wall of sound" - YVYNYL

'music transcribing heavy influences of psychedelic rock alongside hints of post-punk, manifesting a gauntlet of wavering sing-alongs and power chords.' - Indie Ball

"Francisco The Man play a type of sunny, post-punk guitar rock that’s all been all but absent from the indie rock scene since the early/mid-2000′s... Broken Arrows” won me over immediately with it’s hook-filled, shoegaze-y guitar riffs and exuberant melody. The last half of the song is absolute bliss, indulging in nearly four minutes of some seriously enthusiastic guitar jamming" - Music For Kids Who Can't Read Good

"Broken Arrows is pure energy" - I Guess I'm Floating

"L.A.-based Francisco The Man makes reverb-drenched, ebullient indie rock." - Gold Soundz

"[Francisco the Man's came] just in time for the warming temperatures as it would make a great passenger for a destination-less cruise along the PCH" - Good For Your Ears
"Surfer aesthetic paired with sixties AM makes it something of a perfect jam..." - Friends With Both Arms

"If the crackling, Pavement-informed indie rock on LA Font's forthcoming album "The American Leagues" feels like a breath of fresh air compared to all the noisy navel-gazing on the scene right now, it's because songwriter Danny Bobbe probably still feels like an outsider. Bobbe moved from Montana to L.A. just two years ago, and his prickly songs have the feel of a wiseguy who suddenly finds himself planted in hipster heaven (if not a homeless haven) and who responds by flaming, with guitar and in verse. It's reminiscent of other local favorites such as Rademacher, the Henry Clay People and Death to Anders, though none of them nails a baseball metaphor as LA Font does in the title track." – Kevin Bronson, buzzbands.la

"The band's garage-rock debut, 'The American Leagues,' smolders with 'Slanted and Enchanted'-style fuzz and spastic songs that threaten to run off the rails. Leading the charge is frontman Danny Bobbe, an Alaska native who arrived in L.A. by way of Montana who sings from a constant state of snarly irritation. His topics (and targets) of choice include girls, elitism and elitist girls; sounds like he's settling into L.A. just fine." – David Greenwald, L.A. Times Brand X

Bedroom-garage style band from Los Angeles, Spaceships, write songs about life, mountains, and also other things like death and working. Spaceships is formed by Jessie Waite and Kevin LaRose. They released their first EP in January 2012, and in August 2012 played at Origami Vinyl for the celebration of their 7” release. ­

What others say about Spaceships:

"Exceedingly lo-fi L.A. garage-punk waifishness with frontwoman Jessie Waite’s vocals achieving a perfect combo of nasally disaffection and defiance."  – Spin
"In the six songs on their extensively replayable self-titled EP, Waite and co-conspirator Kevin LaRose go a long way to capture the greatness of 90’s lo-fi without brazenly imitating the decade’s marquee indie acts. They play with Clinton-era indie, garage, and even grunge with a true punk’s sense of irreverence, exceedingly competent at getting the sound and feeling right, but also defiantly infusing their own personality." - Douglas Martin's Dirty Shoes on Passion of the Weiss

"Their reverb-drenched vocals, chugging electric guitar and solid percussion do the job if you ever need help reverting to a young punk again." -Buzzbands LA

A tortured soul, particularly that of a closet poet - or in the case of our protagonist, a songbird in a dark cage - can only find solace when pen meets paper or the cover to the cage is lifted and the door left open. Without these outlets, a daily breakfast of prescriptive meds is oftentimes the only means of survival for such an individual, as it quiets the mind from its former state of discontent. Such is the story of a young man from Irvine, California, Joshua Hanson, the son of a lounge singing mother who passed on the genetic predisposition of melancholia to her son.

From the age of fourteen Joshua spent the next ten years living 'comfortably numb', until finally at the age of twenty four he literally flushed the chemicals from his home and decided it was time to 'feel' life, not simply get by. Josh picked up a guitar and one note at a time plucked out a song, convinced that he must release the poetry locked in his head by way of melodies that, until that point, were only songs of the heart. The words and music flowed like water, and Yellow Red Sparks was born.

Enlisting the talents of upright bassist PJ Wyderka and drummer Darren Goldstein, two talented local musicians that needed a muse, the trio began working in earnest on crafting Joshua's songs and preparing to record an album. The songs of Yellow Red Sparks quickly found local ears, and when Thrice's lead singer Dustin Kensrue stumbled across the music he sought out Joshua and immediately took him out on tour. Los Angeles based producer Ted Hutt (Gaslight Anthem, Lucero, Flogging Molly, Bouncing Souls) discovered Joshua and his music as well and asked if he could record the band's debut cd 'with or without a label behind the band'. Grammy award winning mixer Ryan Hewitt (Red Hot Chili Peppers, Avett Brothers, We Are Scientists) caught wind of the project and came on board for the final mixing, and thus the commercial story of Yellow Red Sparks begins. The lyrics of Joshua's songs are personal and at times clearly autobiographical, which is ironic for a man committed to keeping his private life private but now telling his stories on stage in front of an audience. After a recent Yellow Red Sparks show, writers described the band�s music as "filled with beautiful acoustic melodies and gentle vocals" (Untitled Records) and a sound that is simple but never simplistic" (OC Weekly), and of the message behind the music, one writer noted that "Joshua has the lyrical mind of a playwright" (groupee.com).

The Yellow Red Sparks story is just beginning to unfold, yet Joshua and his band mates, though excited about all of the interest in their project, are clearly patient knowing that they have a long career ahead of them. To quote the lyrics from one of Joshua's songs, "this life's a circle with 10,000 hurdles; don't jump them all just yet".

$2 well drinks and $2 Newcastles from 8pm-9pm!

Doors at 8!