French Exit, Smelly Tongues
9081 Santa Monica Blvd
Los Angeles, CA, 90069
This event is all ages
AGAINST ME! ANNOUNCE NEW FULL-LENGTH ALBUM,
TRANSGENDER DYSPHORIA BLUES
NEW ALBUM IN STORES AND ONLINE VIA AGAINST ME!’s OWN
TOTAL TREBLE ON TUESDAY, JANUARY 21
Against Me! will release its much-anticipated sixth full-length studio album titled Transgender Dysphoria Blues on Tuesday, January 21 on their own label, Total Treble (Resist Records will release in Australia). Transgender Dysphoria Blues is the intense follow-up to the band’s previous full-length album, White Crosses, and stands as another major benchmark for the band and its career spanning 10+ years.
Recorded at Studio 606, Earth Sound Studio, Motor Studio, Total Treble Studio and mixed by Billy Bush (Garbage, Muse, Tegan and Sara), Transgender Dysphoria Blues is an insightful and highly-provocative 10-song offering written by frontwoman Laura Jane Grace, whose material examines one’s grappling with gender dysphoria, the loss of a young friend and pure self discovery, as well as love and ultimate acceptance. Featuring Grace’s signature, explicit songwriting and dominant vocals, the album also features longtime guitarist/vocalist James Bowman, drummer Atom Willard and Fat Mike of NOFX on bass for “FUCKMYLIFE666” and “Unconditional Love.”
"Every time you're sick of sing-a-long post-hardcore inspired pop punk, you hear a band like French Exit that kicks you in the ass to keep you from falling asleep." - Razorcake
Undeniably hooky, tight, and laser-focused. Think early Alkaline Trio, swapping out spooky lyrics with suburban sprawl and first dates that didn't go so well. After 3 self released ep's and 2 more on Solidarity Recordings/On the Real Records, French Exit are releasing their first full length "Guts and Black Stuff" on It's Alive Records Tuesday, December 10.
Smelly Tongues are Los Angeles' latest form of audio pestilence, a jagged, foaming/forming multi-faceted organism, evolving within each new song churned forth, and poised to drive their venom into this weary world, whether it's ready or not. Scratched together from long-revered outside noise underdogs such as the Piranhas, Red Aunts, Screaming Yellow Zonkers, and The Baptist Church, this new concoction thrusts forth with such a promising post-punk stab in the chest, it's gonna take at least one outfit change and several hospital visits to get yourself straight. It's chock full of those sticky push and pull downer dilemmas that will make you miss work and daydream yourself into a nervous breakdown, sweating and waiting for something that used to scare you as a child, and eagerly staring down the ominous, hideous hooks. 'I can't help it, I'm obsessed, you're the best' has never sounded so perfectly uneffected and deranged, and it's with these razored chops that Smelly Tongues chop rigorously through the lush vegetation of modern primitivism and burst onto the unsuspecting faces of America's broken avant garde with the confidence and swagger of a jackal on a weekend death trip.