Now that Lil' Bush has shuffled off the Presidential coil - or will in a couple of hours, anyway - and heads off into some Dallas burg to write his memoirs and reflect on his two wild and strange terms as Commander in Chief, it seems that the writers of so many protest songs can call off their guns and put their grudges to bed. With an artist-friendly liberal president in Barack Obama, what will come of all the anger and poison that helped so many musicians write protest anthem after protest an
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On a Monday night, all you can really look forward to is a decent evening of lackluster television and maybe some leftover barbecue from the weekend's flame-kissed debauchery. But last night at Walter's was the exact anecdote for a "case of da Mondays" in so many ways.
In recent years, it sounds as if punk kids have started to crawl deeper into their family record collections. Early Springsteen, Thin Lizzy, all manner of grimy/twangy beard-rock, and even U2 circa The Josh
Florida-based indie kids Surfer Blood pull into Mango's tonight, touring ahead of their upcoming Astro Coast LP. The band was recently anointed by Rolling Stone's online feature "Hype Monitor" as "bright and booming and hooky as FM radio in the late '70s."
Rocks Off can hear traces of early "Blue Album" Weezer, fellow Floridians Against Me!, and even a few glimpses of My Morning Jacket in the Surfers' vintage sound. "Swim (to Reach the End)," with its anthemic chorus and echoey vocals, is get
