Each Wednesday, Rocks Off arbitrarily appoints one lucky local performer or group "Artist of the Week," bestowing upon them all the fame and grandeur such a lofty title implies. Know a band or artist that isn't awful? Email their particulars to [email protected].
Occasionally, you'll hear a band name and think, "Well this band has to be good." Guerilla Maab, for instance, is a fabulous name. Guerillas are cool. Maab is a slang term for mob; slang terms are cool. Mobs are even cooler than slang terms. Combine them together and there's some exponential increase or something. Even regular gorillas are kind of cool. Did you know that gorillas can't swim because their muscles are too dense? Whatev - point being, even if you never ever hear one of their songs, you should just tell everyone you like Guerilla Maab on principle. This is kind of how we felt when we first started receiving emails about an indie rock collective dubbed Holy Fiction. Fortunately, we listened to their music and it turned out to be that organic experimental rock that's perfect for listening to when you want to feel like you're really in the know. We got with band member Evan Lecker and asked him a bunch of stuff that didn't have anything to do with anything. He responded in kind. Holy Fiction, folks. Rocks Off: The other day we went to interview this gentleman in Pearland. He told us to meet him at the Chili's in Pearland. Only thing is, there are two Chili's on FM 518. They're about twenty minutes apart from one another. Naturally, we went to the wrong one. If you end up in a position where you have to drive from one Chili's directly to another Chili's, it's a very weird thing. When you travel, it's typically to go from Point A to Point B. But this was traveling from Point A to Point A 20 Minutes Later. Basically, we're the first to ever successfully time travel. What say you to that? Evan Lecker: I am not that impressed with your time traveling experience as I am currently reading this email on the back of a banana in a bomb shelter in 2012. As far as point A to point A, that's something that yuppies deal with every day when they meet at the wrong Starbucks across the street from each other.