KXLU and LA Record present
The Phils, Beach Party, Whippoorwill, Larry Little (DJ set)
2220 Beverly Blvd
Los Angeles, CA, 90057
Doors 8:00 PM / Show 8:30 PM
This event is 21 and over
Criminal Hygiene was formed on October 3rd, 2011 over a couple of really good burgers at Olympian Family Restaurant in South Central Los Angeles. Eat lunch there and you might start a band too, its a fucking great establishment. On that shameless day, founding member Michael Fiore took a break from his double bacon chee to share with founding member James Pratley Watson a simple idea: "Let's record some music…" to which founding member James replied: "Let's get drunk first…". The duo did those things that day, and thus, Criminal Hygiene was formed. At this time, they were in their last year at the University of Southern California, and frequently skipped class over the next 7 months to get drunk in the middle of the day to record music. They were angry, lost, and generally not giving a fuck. Since then, an angel by the name of Sean "Bird Man" Erickson has swooped down from Tacoma on the wings of his incredible mustache to join the band on drums. With the addition of Bird Man, Criminal Hygiene has become a real band, with purpose and meaning for themselves, the music world, and beyond - or at least they are still trying to figure that part out...
From the ashes of St. Grady and Brook and River comes a new chapter in the small smile family. The Phils, lead by songsmith Michael Chili Hiller, are the new band in town, but surely they play like seasoned vets. That being said, sources called their debut show opening up for Hall and Oates as "utterly disappointing, yet spirited".
Somewhere between the very precise surf-pop of Allah-Las and outrageous skate-punk of FIDLAR lies the appropriately named Beach Party, whose lo-fi clamor makes me long for that Nehru shirt I wore in the 7th grade. Beach Party is the brainchild of Rob Banks and James Hurst, who began collaborating only a few months ago. They teamed up with bassist Adam Arcos and drummer Nico Maccioca and have been churning out the rough stuff a song at time ever since. Like a lot of bands resuscitating this era, Beach Party doesn’t seem to aspire to much more than — as their chorus shouts — “C’mon, c’mon, let’s have some fun.” As long as the hangover remedies work, it’s hard to campaign against it.