The Lovely Bad Things
Dirty Few, ...and the black feathers, Wyatt Blair
7 S. Broadway
Denver, CO, 80209
Doors 8:00 PM / Show 9:00 PM
This event is 18 and over
Watch & Listen
The Lovely Bad Things
Look....look at us at the beach. Bananananananana.
Warm beers. Out-of-tune guitars. Cancelled shows. Broken mopeds. While lesser bands may have crumbled under the weight of such colossal rock & roll bummers, Dirty Few has not only weathered the storm, but emerged victorious, leading an entire army of Denver dive-bar diehards into a rad utopia where the babes are hot, the PBR flows like wine and a little barf is nothing more than a sure sign you’re having a good night.
Born in Nashville and raised in the same Louisiana swamp-country that brought us Red Lobster Cajun-fried shrimp, Bobby Boucher and 8-time National Monster Truck Meltdown champion Bone Crenshaw, twin brothers Seth and Spencer Stone moved to Denver in early 2010, bringing with them only the mopeds they rode in on and the few Twisted Teas they could carry. The boys soon hooked up with veteran bassist Justin Forrest and tambourine-slinging Cambodian sexpot Kim Phat, and in a torrential thunderstorm of exploding PBRs and RealTree-clad eagles, Dirty Few was born.
Since their 2012 debut release “Get Loose, Have Fun”, the garage-rock-&-roll juggernaut has played with pretty much every awesome band in the world, from Andrew W.K., Ty Segall, FIDLAR and Natural Child to Wavves, The Men, Broncho and blah, blah, blah. But in no way has the band had their fill of party. With their upcoming “Party or Don’t” LP to be released in February 2015 on Black in Bluhm Music, Dirty Few is more ready than ever to show up at your house party, beer-bong your mom, puke on your floor, and somehow leave you singing one of their ultra-catchy party anthems as you happily clean up the mess. - Brian Beer
...and the black feathers
In an era of harmony, when music was written with love and innocence, bands backed up a great singer who could capture an audience's ear. Most frequently equated as a performer, rather than a song writer, these performers where hailed as kings and queens of their craft without writing a single song. Those days are dead and gone, but the band still plays on. These are the musicians whose names we never knew, and they are the black feathers.