Sunday, September 9th
Upon seeing the spelling of Restavrant's name you may ask, "Why are they misspelled like that?" Who fucking cares? This Texas-bred, L.A.-based duo's shows will have you pogo-ing, stomping and slamming like the first time you crammed into a DIY basement show. With a grimy blend of hillbilly hootenanny and relentless beats, their live act will leave you sweaty and happy -- kind of like a honky tonk bar wrapped in a hurricane, wrapped in prairie ball lightning. Oh, and their drummer plays a hubcap and old license plates. This is the punkbilly band that will be headlining the Thunderdome post-Mayan-apocalypse.
So Alex and his Clockwork Orange droogs formed a punk pathetique band in Ipswich, UK and they're still around nearly forty years later? Must. See. Singer Keith "Monkey" Warren still has moves and an impeccable sense of novelty humo(u)r, fronting a stalwart group of standard issue, uptempo punk rockers. They're playing the Key Club again, so prepare yourself for the Rocky Horror Picture Show of live music acts...confetti, rubber chickens, whatever. Supposedly real punkers may scoff through their dentures, but the Adicts will outlive them all.
Fidlar (w/ The Hives)
Yeah yeah, we know that the Hives are headlining, good for them and all that -- but you should really be going for Fidlar. The Highland Park quartet dominates the garage punk category and their recent FYF set blew minds and ear canals wide open. Most importantly, these local guys embody the "Fuck it, sure, we'll play your backyard for weed" mentality that's sorely needed in music right now. The Kuehn brothers and their bandmates may have graduated to national act opener, but they've still got their roots planted in the pukey punk rock soil.
See also our feature story: Fidlar Are Drunk, Reckless and Proud of It