Burgerama & Lee's Palace Present
Cosmonauts, Gap Dream, Pangea, Sam Coffey & the Iron Lungs
529 Bloor St. West
Toronto, ON, M5S 1Y5
Doors 7:00 PM / Show 7:45 PM
This event is 19 and over
When the Growlers put out their "Greatest sHits" compilation and their subsequent "Couples Vol 1-8" series there was no doubt the writing team of Brooks Nielsen and Matt Taylor and their band of merry menacers could output as many songs about the Growler life as they wanted to.The question would be what of that output to put out.
Now, with several moon cycles and a couple hundred tunes behind them, The Growlers are set to release their latest batch of sonic brownies, "Hung at Heart", January 22 via Everloving Records, and yes their goodies are still laced with that psychedelic circus of surf, sex, and hobo trance, boom boom twang that makes for a hell of a high!
However, getting these treats out of the oven wasn't all that easy. Indie Iron Chef, Dan Auerbach, had initially tried his hand in the kitchen but when the dish ended up overcooked, the Growlers brought it back to the home kitchen, drank the juice and started over.
Warning to the hipster savants: This is a Growlers record. Fuzzy genius and working class logic mix easily in love songs that extol the virtues of the free market in mate selection (One Million Lovers). "Some Day" opens up the Hope and Magic aisle in the sentimental supermarket where Nielsen sings about turning 'bologna into steak and tallboys into champagne.' The real magic however, has been the relentless pursuit of happiness on the road while traveling throughout the hundreds of gigs performed to get from Costa Mesa to London to Brazil and back. At every stop along the way the kids and creeps have joined the Beach Goth caravan that is the Growlers experience. It is the experience they have coined that has landed them on the big stages of Coachella (where their set began at 4:20) and Lollapalooza 2012 and though nothing in life is certain, one thing will always remain true: The Growlers will continue to live a simple blend of surfing and experimentation, both in music and road dog life.
"Their raucous set was like if the Velvet Underground had turned to the MC5 at their Boston Tea Party concert in 1968 and, instead of insulting them, had turned and made love to them—and that was how Lou Reed wound up wearing that dog collar. I couldn't make out a single lyric, but did they really close the set with 'Little Honda?'" --LA RECORD
"Swirling, distorted psych, bulldozed along by pounding primitive drums, fuzzed out vocals, all glued together with a heavy spaced out guitar drone. If that ain't the ingredients for record of the month my name is Prince Bloody William. Imagine if you will the best of THEE OH SEES jamming deep with MOON DUO, with the aid of some sort of retro type drug that only Brace Belden knows the name of and you would almost be right on the money. Heavy, without losing one single hook, repetitive without being the least bit boring and shamelessly stepped in the glory years of acid rock without being a boring regurgitating hipster. Be warned, this record will give you a contact high." --Maximum Rock N Roll #337
From glam to gunk this Ohio trippy man can be found making his home recordings that range from Peter Koppes to Slade. Or just at home resting with his pretty little pup Judy. Nothing stands in Gabriel Fulvimar's way.
From Los Angeles by-way-of Newhall, Pangea play poppy, snotty, shitty, fitty, punky, stunky garage-pop and roll. est. 2005