The Echo & Blundertown Present
Shannon and the Clams
Wet Ilustrated, The Garden, The She Riffs
1822 W Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, California, 90026
This event is all ages
Shannon and the Clams
Calling all Hobos, Twisters, Freaks, and Geeks: pogo the crust out yr eyes, and marvel in this blindingly bright, full color 3-D world of ours. The sunsets are getting more beautiful 'ery damn day thanks to pollution. You can order some psilocybin on the internet and watch nukes explode online all from the comfort of your own bed! Get outdoors cuz life is beautiful and everything is terrible. It's so yo gabba great that God itself is here. Why not R-O-C-K in the USA? From yr Bedrock in Cali-forn-i-a! Do the Flintstone flop and go WAY OUT! Close yr eyes and pretend yr a cave person (like you really have to pretend) and yr riding Space Mountain at Disneyland for the 1st time. Yeah friend! 2001 is here again! Welcome back to the future!
I'm a (music) nut. What kind of music am I into? Everything on the menu with extras on it. I can only choose one? I'll take ROCK 'N' ROLL, then. Rock 'n' Roll, in all it's twisted gnarly rooted glory, is what SHANNON AND THE CLAMS (da) do (ron ron) heads and tails above and more importantly, BEYOND the other troglodytes and biscuit-heads out there. Can a group be a "girl group" if there is only one girl in the group? Can a modern working band be considered "oldies"? No silly, but the rules are none, and anything goes, and this is PUNK, punk. Or is it rock 'n' roll, or whatever? It is SHANNON AND THE CLAMS and they do what they want. Do yrself a favor and tune in yr tinfoil hat. From pop ballads to doo woppers, bomp stompers and punk rippers, country clippers and some psych-o trippers, it's all R'n'R and it's all right there in the Clams' hooded velvet trick bag. Ya feel lucky, punk?
SHANNON AND THE CLAMS are rumored to be from NOW in Oakland California and comprised of Shannon Shaw (vocals, bass), Cody Blanchard (vocals, guitar), and Ian Amberson (drums, vocals). What started as an open mic project for a shy, young Shannon to try out some tunes ended with the Clams meeting and forming a band. Many have said to have been possessed by thee (eerily similar at times) haunted howls and beautiful growls of their two lead vocalists, hypnotized by their heavy heartbeats, and mesmerized by their magical music. This is a ride that contains both thrills and chills so hold on tight. Your ears may become infested with a real Buddy Holly jolly kinda joy (oh boy) while you stutter along to a hiccupy song. Take a scratch and a sniff at these stickers and get bit by their bad-brained snarls. It's always Christmas (if you want it). It's your party time, and it's excellent. Cry-yi-yi if you want to, but be sure to surf a splish-splash with a laugh later.
The reality is, these Three Little Rascals broke free of our gang and their time, stopped thru the decades, soaked up the sounds 'n' spuds…. and like the lady and gentlemen they are, gifted us with the honor to hear their soundtrack of their brains – and their wonderful rock 'n' rule of the now and forever. SHANNON AND THE CLAMS present to all of us the greatest present: their first LP for Hardly Art, Dreams in the Rat House.
If you look at them from a certain angle, the San Francisco trio Wet Illustrated fit right in with the analog-gear retro-garage boom that’s happening in their city right now. After all, they’re a sometimes-jangly, sometimes-riffy guitar-rock band who know their way around a chorus hook and who record on gear that sounds older than the actual dudes in the band. But Wet Illustrated also take a ton of cues from the artier, further-out edges of late-’70s British postpunk. There’s a playful edge to this band; their riffs are jaunty, and their vocals edge toward the yippy more often than not; they’ve clearly spent some time watching and learning from Robyn Hitchcock. 1x1x1, their debut album, is a jumpy, jittery, and overall fun ride — like the Fresh And Onlys, if someone put Pixie Stix in their acid
1x1x1 is out 10/25 on True Panther. Below, check out the tracklist and the collage-happy video for their song “Satellite Kids,” directed by drummer/vocalist Robbie Simon.
Fletcher Shears (drums) and Wyatt Shears (vocals/bass). The band crafts songs that are extremely simple, but despite their simplicity are astonishingly avant garde and evocative of a certain dread. The majority of the 12 songs is just bass and drums playing off each other in short snippets, evoking a cave-like distance and darkness, running up and down scales while pushing out early proto-punk an
d new wave riffs.
While just bass and drums have been done before, they've never been done in such a spooky, abstract sense. The brothers base their sound in a echoed, stomping drum will the bass fiddles up and down the fret in a energetic, but thick throb, giving each of the songs the feeling that they were recorded in a cave…in winter…at night. Songs don''t have so much a start and an ending as they simply start and end. Further, although the album is less than eight minutes long, it quite clearly is an album. The 12 short pieces work off each other, cascading and getting darker and darker, digging deeper into their distanced, eerie wail.
The She Riffs
Featuring Alice Bag