We all knew the Proletariat would go out with a bang and it’s well on its way; the club reportedly stopped letting people in at 11:30 p.m. at last night’sRock Box
finale. Honestly, if things like the Pro’s light fixtures, bathroom mirrors and stage equipment are in decent shape at tomorrow night’sFiery Furnaces
show, I’ll be surprised. Why? Standing in the Friedberger siblings’ – whose new album,Widow City
, is, frankly, a dog – way are just a little local band calledFatal Flying Guilloteens
, who lay waste to the Richmond room for the last time tonight withWhorehound
. Think that’ll be crowded? And loud?
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Elsewhere tonight, NYC-cum-Austin hardcore heavies M.O.D., fronted by former Anthrax roadie Billy Milano, pulverize Walter’s; the Southern Backtones play a free show at Avant Garden; New Jersey-born troubadour Greg Trooper (Popular Demons, Make It Through This World) visits the Mucky Duck; Blaggards get a six-week jumpstart on St. Patrick’s Day at the Continental Club; and December DJ Times cover boy Christopher Lawrence hits the decks for some psychedelic trance at Rich’s. If you think “dance club” means somewhere you can two-step, meanwhile, Miss Leslie & Her Juke-Jointers and Tony Booth do-si-do into Blanco’s.
Did Mardi Gras sneak up on anyone else this year? Well, it’s this coming (fat) Tuesday, and tomorrow night at Bohemeo’s New Orleans’ Voodoo Brass Band headlines a Mardi Gras kickoff party and benefit for the “Surviving Katrina and Rita in Houston” project, sponsored by the Houston Institute for Culture. If you’d prefer to celebrate with none other than Humpty, pronounced with an umpty, stop what’cha doin’ and head down Clear Lake way, where Digital Underground unwraps some Sex Packets at Scout Bar. Hold on a second.
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf,
so just let me introduce myself.
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty.
Yo ladies, oh how I like to hump thee.
And all the rappers in the Top 10, please allow me to bump thee.
I'm steppin' tall, y'all, and just like Humpty Dumpty
you're gonna fall when the stereos pump me.
That’s better. Freaking poetry. But if Nasa Parkway isn’t far enough out of town for you, try these. Phoenix electro weirdos Peachcake (great costumes) synth it up at Javajazz Coffee House in Spring with the excellently named Foxy Shazam and Karate High School, Pat Green carries on at the Southeast Texas Mardi Gras in downtown Port Arthur – a city that, unlike Galveston, obviously doesn’t give a damn about making its yearly farewell to the flesh more “family-friendly” by nixing live music – and the Bellamy Brothers let their love flow at Greek Brothers in El Campo. And finally, in the weekend’s most unusual (but not really) gig, country chart-topper gone bluegrass-gospel heavyweight Ricky Skaggs appears with his first-rate band Kentucky Thunder at Williams Trace Baptist Church, 16755 Southwest Freeway in Sugar Land. Can I get an Amen? – Chris Gray