Saturday in New Orleans, come witness a cranium-drilling sensation featuring four bands not quite right for this world. The Circle Bar is the spot and the bands are throwing down their big guns with the grace of a pill-addled babysitter who just put another baby in the oven instead of a turkey. Mobile, Alabama's Hibachi Stranglers have just released one of the best debut singles of the year on Florida's Dying and their brokenly bombastic beauty of a trainwreck will make you a believer within seconds. Like the Black Lips seen through the eyes of a teenage Metal Mike, but without the 60s influences. Saturday in New Orleans, come witness a cranium-drilling sensation featuring four bands not quite right for this world. The Circle Bar is the spot and the bands are throwing down their big guns with the grace of a pill-addled babysitter who just put another baby in the oven instead of a turkey. Mobile, Alabama's Galactic Inmate's unholy Melvins groove should cause at least a seizure or two, and if you're lucky, Arman will be really, really drunk! Low-end noise like this needs to only be legal in Louisiana, because it's been peeling the paint off the midwest's best dives for more than a few years now and they're causing insurance rates to skyrocket. Memphis rock-choppers the True Sons of Thunder should properly scare the dickens out of any of the folks left unfazed. With Eric Oblivian on guitar and vocals and Joe Rat Trap floating around in the ranks, this might just be the medication of pillaging noise you've always longed for. That might seem like more than enough already, but just don't make your way home without catching a full dose of Wetumpka, Alabama's most bizarre musical byproduct, Wizzard Sleeve. With "Captain Beyonce" from Kajun SS and Scrip+s at the helm of this rig, you just know they're gonna be waking up all the neighbors. To quote a self-inflicted description that is simply 'Confederate glue goth tard-wave,' it's clearly gonna be very hard to argue with, let alone look away from. At first listen, Wizzard Sleeve comes off like an over-cooked southern version of The Intelligence but using the holy trinity of Crime, Chrome, & Creedence as their perpendicularly outlined attack plan while they drag you down endless rhythmic black holes. Any way you slice it, this is gonna be a hell of a show, and if you're anywhere near the city of New Orleans, come out and check out this shattered mess of reality in person.
