OFF!

Alex's Bar Sweet 16 Anniversary Show Night 1

OFF!

The Drips, Kim & The Created, Death Hymn Number 9, Specs of Dust

Fri, January 29, 2016

8:00 pm

$20.00 - $22.00

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This event is 21 and over

OFF!
OFF!
Over the past four years, OFF! have proven to be more than just a band. They also raise a series of challenging questions. After four decades of heavy use, does punk rock still have any life left in it? Do Keith Morris and his gang of grown-ass punk heroes still have the goods?

They've answered their own questions with a resounding yes through a packed itinerary of shows and a handful of recordings that are among the rawest musical experiences of the new decade. Combining reckless improvisational energy with the combined skills of four deadly sharp musicians, OFF! have dug down through a decades' worth of accumulated stylistic garbage, and rediscovered the stripped down core of noise, speed, and rock & roll that punk seemed to have lost forever.

Their third full-length studio recording, Wasted Years, is the most direct and in-your-face embodiment of OFF!'s mission yet. Recorded in their practice space, live to 8-track 1/2" tape--with the barest minimum of rehearsal beforehand and enough mic bleed to make punching in over rough spots afterward an impossibility--the album captures the group (Morris, guitarist Dimitri Coats, bassist Steven McDonald, and drummer Mario Rubalcaba) in the spontaneous act of bringing its 16 songs to frenzied life. Listening to it is like jumping into the middle of one of the most chaotic and electrifying creative musical environments on Earth, where Cuban rhythms and Sabbath riffs collide with the energy of a California circle pit.

Searingly loud, frantically paced, and best taken in a single 23-minute dose, Wasted Years is a sonic cinder block, a clenched fist raised in the face of rock & roll refinement. If you had any questions about the state of punk in 2014, this is your answer.
The Drips
The Drips began in 2000. The group had very sparse beginnings as everyone involved was either in school, worked for a bank or out on tour or something. I suppose the story of The Drips is not at all thrilling because there really isn't much to tell. We do feel that the sparseness of the group and the few sporadic times that we joined each other on stage, in rehearsals or whatnot has had a direct effect on our music.

Until now, no Drips material has ever been released on a compact disc. A few songs eventually found their way onto comps – "Coastline" originally appeared on the all vinyl Hostage release, ³Tower 13² and has since been re-recorded. If you happen to pick up that release, you will see why.

"Destroy The Chemistry" appeared on "Radio Disaster" – a Basement Records comp. Again, same story. Hit record and, uh…lay down to tape the first thing blurted out. None of these songs were ever intended to see the light of day, but were recorded because Rick Bain (Hostage Records) wanted to hear some material because he was considering putting out a Drips single on the extremely coveted Hostage Record single series. Fast forward to a year later. Rick had been trying to get us together for a year but no one was around, until finally in the summer of 2003, all were present to go into Adamos Studio down in Orange County. In the next 6 hrs we recorded "Mexico" and "All Kids Are Dead". It was released as a 7-inch a few months later and is now way out of print. The band doesn't even have any copies. 'All Kids = Dead" would eventually be re-recorded for the full length. "Mexico" would never be played live again.

Zoom forward another couple of years to early 2005. The band had been extremely inactive due to the touring duties of the members different bands…

At the end of that two years of inactivity, we decided it was time to finally commit to a full length as the next 3 years of our lives would again be spent in buses, taxis, planes and/or in vans. We began demoing in our studio with the intent of, ³Well, we¹ll see how it comes out, and release it ourselves…². After a few weeks we had a finished record and well, decided we should really do it again (someday that record will be released – what a gem) so we entered Wet & Dry Studios in Eagle Rock with engineer extraordinaire Manny aka Steve Albeaner – and in 2 days banged out what was to become our full length Drips debut. Everything was cut live and then the tapes sat on the shelf for 8 months while everyone took off on tour or made other records. Until recently, we weren't even sure that it would see the light of day, but we managed to mix it over 3 weeks in September, an effort reserved for the wee hours of the morning and as a result – actually finished the album. 11 songs even.

So there you have it. It has been a long journey, something that began 5 years ago has finally come to fruition. It is exciting for us to listen to this, because none of us ever thought we would get it done. Hope you enjoy it too.



– The Drips
Kim & The Created
KIM AND THE CREATED was created by Kim House. Less than 3 years ago in Echo Park, Kim (former professional dancer, theater major, & booking agent) wrote her first song. Ever since a friend played the song on KXLU radio, only a week after she picked up the bass guitar, she booked her first show. Since then she has played back to back shows & toured nonstop playing with over 30 local musicians - whom she calls The Created.

LA WEEKLY
“Imagine, for a moment, what Kim Fowley would have created had he been given access to Area 51, a vile of acid and a demented ballerina. Right now, Kim House is the most polarizing figure in Echo Park. For that reason alone, she's acutely punk, and a recent residency at the Echo proves she's ambitious enough to turn her performance art into something blindingly inspirational.”

'Top 20 Punk Band in Los Angeles'

Noisey by Vice Magazine
“Kim and the Created's live performance is nothing short of a full-blown exorcism…truly giving no fucks whatsoever. There's a moment where she looks out above the audience totally possessed by the sheer abandonment of reality and complete immersion into a glam rock alter-ego. This is what it's like to watch Kim House of Kim and the Created. Decked out in her signature catsuit, the toweringly tall blonde knows how to work a crowd. She thrashes around on the lip of the stage grasping at her hair and making faces as a backing band behind her transforms four-note bass-parts into a captivating garage punk recital.”

LA RECORD
“Kim and The Created might be the most dynamic of all the bands that have come from the land of Burger/Lolipop Records, and certainly they’re a treat to behold—a radioactive but delicious piece of candy. The music grumbles like a sci-fi horror show and Kim House is the pretty monster, clad in a cat suit and thrashing around on a stage that can’t contain her mighty force. Like that classic tale of a woman grown to 80 feet tall who just can’t help trampling power lines and crushing buildings in her search for love and understanding, Kim comes from a place of vulnerability. She lets it all out on stage and it’s
impossible to look away.”

BUZZBANDS LA
“The all-killer, no-filler Kim House and her band have settled in and are taking her eccentric reputation to thenext level. Bending over backwards, slinking through the crowd and switching from sweet to grunge at the drop of a bass line, the only thing that will get your eyes off her (wild outfits) is her potent and directed gaze, right into your soul.”
Death Hymn Number 9
Formed out of the murky Louisiana Swamp, these four denizens of somnambulance and limited brain power were a former backing band to Motown's greats, until abandoned at a routine gas stop in Baton Rouge in August 1965. In an act of brazen post-mortem activity, the band soldiered on, focusing their collective rage and wild abandonment issues into a thrashy, gross, fast, groovy, loud, hurt-feeling-fest of garage and punk rock bravado. After emerging from those garbage laden swamps, the band relocated to Los Angeles in late 2009 to annoy and harass the lazy bourgeois bar going public and teenage backyard house show attendee. Who knows what posthumous ridiculousness will ensue.
Venue Information:
Alex's Bar
2913 E Anaheim Street
Long Beach, CA, 90804
http://www.alexsbar.com/