Monday night pretty much ruled. Seattle’s own punk rock legends The Spits played Chop Suey along with Seattle virgins Personal and the Pizzas (NJ), party animals the Coconut Coolouts as well as early bird openers The Pranks. DJ Kurt Bloch as also spun records between sets keeping things loose.
Coconut Coolouts are always a ton of fun with their double drum party themed jams complete with Banana bass player. Tunes like “(Please Don’t Break Me Out Of) Party Jail” and “I Wanna Come Back From the World of LSD” stirred up a nice little dance party instigated by the girls in local pop-outfit TacoCaT. The girls also jumped on stage for a song jokingly credited to Bill Cosby and the Pudding Pops.
New Jersey natives Personal and Pizzas made their Seattle debut by being totally rad. Together with their thick Jersey accents (didn’t somebody say they were from San Fran?), and an arsenal of tuneful garage punk tunes, the Pizzas were welcomed in typical punk rock fashion as the crowd immediately pelted the band with empty PBR tall boy cans. Actually at the bands insistence, more and more objects were tossed on stage including full drinks and possibly a shoe.
For a brief moment it seemed the remainder of the evening would be spoiled by some unruly and unrelenting flatulence near the left side of the stage, but when the “Fucking” Spits (as they should be deemed by now) took the stage, the scattering mass quickly forgave the mystery offender, and gave into the splendor that is a Spits live experience. This was a punk show by the way, so quickly the human reaction to stench turned back into that “I don’t give a fuck” attitude the music is built upon. The Spits began their set with their own triumphant “Fuck You!” amidst a thick fog and forbidding red glow by lighting one of Lance’s cymbals ablaze and popping off a few rounds of fire crackers on the small stage. Not sure how they got away with that one, but it was certainly an impressive and ballsy move. Meanwhile, Sean, Erin, Lance, and Greg on keys dumped buckets of The Spits’ most loved sing-alongs onto the drunken mess of a crowd, who eventually turned the Chop Suey floor into one big sea of boozed up, pushing, shoving; throw your neighbors drink at the band humanity. Best show of 2010 so far? Certainly a prime candidate!
You must also read this account of the show posted on The Stranger’s music blog "Line Out". Not only is it hilarious but it strangely mirrors my experience as well, probably due to my choice to not fully participate in the evening’s debauchery.
Coconut Coolouts are always a ton of fun with their double drum party themed jams complete with Banana bass player. Tunes like “(Please Don’t Break Me Out Of) Party Jail” and “I Wanna Come Back From the World of LSD” stirred up a nice little dance party instigated by the girls in local pop-outfit TacoCaT. The girls also jumped on stage for a song jokingly credited to Bill Cosby and the Pudding Pops.
New Jersey natives Personal and Pizzas made their Seattle debut by being totally rad. Together with their thick Jersey accents (didn’t somebody say they were from San Fran?), and an arsenal of tuneful garage punk tunes, the Pizzas were welcomed in typical punk rock fashion as the crowd immediately pelted the band with empty PBR tall boy cans. Actually at the bands insistence, more and more objects were tossed on stage including full drinks and possibly a shoe.
For a brief moment it seemed the remainder of the evening would be spoiled by some unruly and unrelenting flatulence near the left side of the stage, but when the “Fucking” Spits (as they should be deemed by now) took the stage, the scattering mass quickly forgave the mystery offender, and gave into the splendor that is a Spits live experience. This was a punk show by the way, so quickly the human reaction to stench turned back into that “I don’t give a fuck” attitude the music is built upon. The Spits began their set with their own triumphant “Fuck You!” amidst a thick fog and forbidding red glow by lighting one of Lance’s cymbals ablaze and popping off a few rounds of fire crackers on the small stage. Not sure how they got away with that one, but it was certainly an impressive and ballsy move. Meanwhile, Sean, Erin, Lance, and Greg on keys dumped buckets of The Spits’ most loved sing-alongs onto the drunken mess of a crowd, who eventually turned the Chop Suey floor into one big sea of boozed up, pushing, shoving; throw your neighbors drink at the band humanity. Best show of 2010 so far? Certainly a prime candidate!
You must also read this account of the show posted on The Stranger’s music blog "Line Out". Not only is it hilarious but it strangely mirrors my experience as well, probably due to my choice to not fully participate in the evening’s debauchery.
Uh actually that song was written by a band called Bill Cosby and his Pudding Pops.
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