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2015 Elm Street Music & Tattoo Festival
Reverend Horton Heat, Leftöver Crack, Agnostic Front, The Bronx, Mariachi El Bronx, The Briefs, Lower Class Brats
Fri, November 13, 2015 - Sun, November 15, 2015
Doors: 12:00 pm / Show: 7:00 pmThe Bomb Factory
This event is all ageshttp://www.thebombfactory.com/event/931163/
4 nights of music, 3 days of tattoo convention!!! Over 40 tattooers from all over and 30+ bands take over The Bomb Factory, Trees & Three Links in Deep Ellum!
Thursday November 11 (Trees & Three Links)
Agnostic Front / Poison Idea
Lower Class Brats / Hellshock / Wild//Tribe
Dog Company / Ricochet / Butcher
Friday November 13 (Bomb Factory & Three Links)
Reverend Horton Heat / Mariachi El Bronx
JFA / The Briefs / Negative Approach / Fang
Los Skarnales / The Hellions / Vandoliers
Altercation Punk Comedy Tour
Saturday November 14 (Bomb Factory & Three Links)
Leftover Crack / The Bronx
Riverboat Gamblers / Mind Spiders / Video
Sealion / Dirty Kid Discount / Slimy Member
Punk Rock Karaoke
Sunday November 15
Jim Heath (Solo, not acoustic) / Revolution Mother
Tiki Bandits / Matt Hillyer
Seeing REVEREND HORTON HEAT live is a transformative ex- perience. Flames come off the gui- tars. Heat singes your skin. There's nothing like the primal tribal rock & roll transfiguration of a Rever- end Horton Heat show. Jim be- comes a slicked-back 1950′s rock & roll shaman channeling Screamin' Jay Hawkins through Buddy Holly, while Jimbo incinerates the Stand- Up Bass. And then there are the "Heatettes". Those foxy rockabilly chicks dressed in poodle-skirts and cowboy boots slamming the night away. It's like being magically transported into a Teen Exploita- tion picture from the 1950′s that's currently taking place in the future.
Listening to the REVEREND HOR- TON HEAT is tantamount to injecting pure musical nitrous into the hot-rod engine of your heart. The Reverend's commandants are simple.
AND LIVE TRUE.
And no band on this, or any other, planet rocks harder, drives faster, or lives truer than the Reverend Horton Heat. These "itinerant preachers" actually practice what they preach. They live their lives by the Gospel of Rock & Roll.
From the High-Octane Spaghet- ti-Western Wall of Sound in "Big Sky" — to the dark driving frenetic paranoia of "400 Bucks" – to the brain-melting Western Psyche- delic Garage purity of "Psychobilly Freakout" — The Rev's music is the perfect soundtrack to the Drive-In Movie of your life.
Jim Heath & Jimbo Wallace have chewed up more road than the Google Maps drivers. For twenty- five Psychobilly years, they have blazed an indelible, unforgettable, and meteoric trail across the globe with their unique blend of musical virtuosity, legendary showman- ship, and mythic imagery.
"Okay it's time for me to put this loaded gun down, jump in my Five- Oh Ford, and nurture my pig on the outskirts of Houston. I'll be bring- ing my love whip. See y'all later." - Carty Talkington Writer/Director Rev your engines and catch the ser- mon on the road as it's preached by everybody's favorite Reverend. Don't forget to keep an eye out for the 11th studio album from REV- EREND HORTON HEAT, boldly ti- tled Rev, due out January 21st.
This show is general admission w/ festival seating: A few rows of seats are available in the rear of the theatre, but not enough to accommodate all tickets sold. These are available on a first come, first serve basis.
The next few months saw the band scrapping more material then they kept. It's an interesting time when an artist, which had previously re-imagined its sound once (see American hardcore punk band, The Bronx), attempts to re-imagine their signature sound yet again. On (III) the focus to excel as a tradition ensemble have disappeared. The teetering of can or cannot is brazenly disregarded and the genre playbook sits idly next to the instruments it used to command – dusty and unread.
This time around the band approached writing from a different direction. They dusted off old sequencers, synths, and an ARP and began to create soundscapes they would tack their music against – hammering and bending parts against each other in order to create a harmonious environment. Energized by this fusion of traditional melodies and modern ambience the band decided to follow the imaginary rabbit down its hole and embraced the sonic mash. Rather then make a mariachi record they aimed to create a mariachi inspired album.
Fast forward to January 2014. The band set up camp at Haunted Hallow Studios in Charlottesville, Virginia — a surreal private countryside location with absolutely no cellphone reception, but plenty of strange sculptures and miles of woods in every direction. Mariachi El Bronx (Matt Caughthran, Joby J. Ford, Jorma Vik, Brad Magers, Ken Horne, Vincent Hidalgo and Ray Suen) spent two weeks with producer John Avila (Oingo Boingo) cutting the meat of the album before returning to LA to wrap up the loose ends. Certain tones echo through this 10 song LP – the feel of a band coming into their own, extending the proverbial middle finger to tradition (and backing it up 100%).
Commentary of social unrest is prominent on tracks like "New Beat" and "Sixes And Sevens" and reflection on life experiences peppers the album with tracks like "Wildfires" and "High Tide." "Nothing's Changed" sees a surprise visit from DJ Bonebreak (X) on marimbas and harp virtuoso Willie Acuña (Mariachi Sol de Mexico) guests on "Raise The Dead."
Mixed by Rob Schnaph, (III) is available on November 4th in all formats, including day-glo orange vinyl, via ATO Records in the US, PIAS Records in the UK and across Europe and Cooking Vinyl Records in Australia and New Zealand.
Their '77-style pop punk is loud, raucous and fierce, yet cohesive and hooky and hilarious. The Briefs are like a team of Chinese acrobats falling down the stairs on purpose. And when I say "pop" I mean popular in the broadest sense possible. The fifteen year-old mall hottie is a fan, but so is the 40 year-old stalwart with the pristine Undertones collection. Sure The Briefs wear their influences on their sleeve – Adverts, Buzzcocks, Weirdos to name just a few -- but they cop to them like junkies caught tying off in the alley with a skinny tie. They can't help it. It's in their blood. Listen you'll understand. The groove is familiar but they've got a sound that's all their own and uniquely unique. Infectious? Once they get in your ear, there's no getting them out. The Briefs are mother fucking nerve agents for a diseased life.
With their skinny ties, plastic sunglasses, matching bleach-blond dye jobs and bad haircuts, The Briefs take the stage like commandos of the New Wave, retro zombies from the Disco Inferno. Take a good look because once they start to play it's all a blur. This is their secret. It's not what they sound like or what they look like. It's their energy. They'll come to your town and electrify the place. It doesn't matter if they go on first, last or in between. It doesn't matter if it's an all- ages gig, an outdoor music fest, or a shitty little dive bar deep in the heart of Wrongville. The Briefs are one of the hardest working bands in America. They'll play any time, anywhere. They'll pile out of the van and stun the crowd like rioters at a Republican convention.
They have so much energy, it's hard to believe they're from Seattle. The city that put lattes and flannel on the map. A place so dull it's known for rain. The Briefs still make Seattle their home, but they've come a long way since their debut record, and they're still cranking out hits. They've played the Wasted Festival in the UK, the Warped Tour in the USA, and a gang of shows in between. True to their "on tour for the indefinite future" motto, they've been back to Europe where they sold out the biggest tour they've booked so far across the UK, Germany, Italy, and France and have since been back on US soil and are on their second US tour in the last 8 monthes, this time with Pyschobilly sensations, The Horrorpops and will be appearing at select dates including the 2006 Bumbershoot festival in their hometown this summer and beyond.
Years later they're still poor and still weird but their fans are so much richer for the shitload of records they've put out along way. If you're hungry for more history, BYO re-releasd "Hit After Hit" and "Off the Charts" so now you can listen to what you've been missing, but start with their newest record: "Steal Yer Heart." It's got 12 tracks of pure punk rock pandemonium. If their last record, "Sex Objects" was full of political mischief, an antidote for these tumultuous times, "Steal yer Heart" is a dysfunctional love song, a reflection of the challenges that come with spending half your life on the road.
There's the anthem-ish "Criminal Youth," the hilarious "Getting Hit on at the Bank," and the blistering "Can't Get Through." And then there's "I Can't Work" a song so nerve-jangled and strange it feels like audio panic attack. Even the newest member, Stevie Kicks of the New Town Animals from Vancouver BC, puts in a turn at lead vocals with "Forty & Above." Romance schmomance (fictional or otherwise). The Brief's new record is a platter full of anti-love songs for anyone who has ever had a bad case of rotten love. Think of it as a soundtrack for tenderhearted hooligans and sweet-as-sin heartbreakers to break up by. Just give it a spin and you'll come crawling back for more.
2007 brought even more changes to the quartet as the realities of such subject matters they've been lauded for writing about in their songs came around. Being "Poor and Weird" or knowing "I Can't Work" were becoming obstacles in each of their personal lives. After long touring stints the previous year in support of "Steal Yer Heart", the band returned to Seattle to regroup. Months later, the official "story" on what the status of the band remained a mystery until the announcement of a European tour with the Misfits in the UK and a full European tour for the fall of 2007. As a follow up to the delightful news that the band were indeed still active, the release of "The Greatest Story Ever Told", a movie about the band was announced for the fall of 2007. As a bonus, a 2nd disc will include rare live recordings of some of the bands' most popular hits. What the future holds for this band remains, to some degree, a mystery, but what is for certain is that 4 lps, countless singles, tours, and now, a DVD movie means that the band is most definitely here to stay.
Formed in Austin, Texas in 1995, the Brats hit the scene like a gob of Lone Star loogie and have been spitting like cobras ever since. Brazenly unapologetic and frightfully in-your-face, the band's knuckle-busting brand of safety-pinned street punk has launched a legacy of hostility.
After scraping and stealing (or worse) to release a handful of broke-budget, seven-inch singles, the Brats finally issued their rabidly devoured 1997 debut album, "Rather Be Hated Than Ignored." A promise as much as a threat, "Hated" became a rallying cry for Austin's underground punk scene and served as marching orders for the germinating LCB Army. It also became an Oi! classic.
Sixteen years and multiple albums later (to say nothing of the untold beers, drugs, fights and vomit) the Brats and their tattooed Army remain a growing worldwide disease. Tours across Mexico, Europe, North America, Canada, Japan and elsewhere left a wake of wreckage and won countless new LCB recruits who proudly wear the band's clockwork skull mascot on tattered jackets and deep in their skin.
Today, to the great dismay of polite society, the Brats refuse to slow down or sober up. With new music always ticking like a bomb, the next explosion of chaos, riot and ruin is right around the next piss-stained corner. Consider yourself warned … and invited!
The Bomb Factory
2713 Canton Street
Dallas, TX, 75226