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Everyone's
favorite space-age mutant skate punks are back with their long awaited
fifth album (self-titled as were the previous four) and and it does not
disappoint. Twelve new action-packed songs of apocalyptic fuzzed-out
over driven madness.
The
Spits are already as ingrained in modern punk music as possible, yet
still manage to devour the rip-offs and influence the youth of today
without even looking like they're trying. Going strong now for over
fifteen years, smashing the windows and tearing down the walls of our
minds every time they roll through town, these truly vicious visionaries
have cooked punk down to its most powerful base form, crawling like
Neanderthals through the muck, and creating a flaming trail of hits
that'll take quite a fit of dementia to ever forget. A perfect
distillation of punk's original open-ended weirdness, and modern music's
serrated salvation, The Spits
have
proven themselves to be no one to fuck with, over and over again. True
headliners, never to be followed and for good reason.
An
old tape passed along through one of their biggest and earliest
Supporters-Sir Lord Bob Kondrak of Seattle-was what really blew up the
spot everywhere we managed to hijack the stereos during that magical
summer of 2001, and ever since, The Spits have been setting the bar
high, throughout the Midwest, and soon after, the world over. With an
ingenious amalgamation of DEVO's early synth work in tandem with the
absolute best Thug-Punk grunt the Ramones could ever maliciously muster,
The Spits never try to reinvent anything, they just rip it's head off
and drive it home time and time again.
They've
always been one of the most original bands of the twenty-first century,
yet it never really seemed like they weren't doing anything too
experimental, save their signature, yet refreshingly
just-ahead-of-their-time, synth/drum machine noise they forced the
fickle punk crowds to gladly swallow. When we finally caught wind of
them, the demonic void that they filled was utterly too much to handle,
and hence
became
the number one band everyone wanted to see, and we became the first of
many fanatics to fly the band into town for our Chicago Blackout
festival. It was that pre-information overload-type of underground music
mystery that just gets all the endorphins rushing. I mean, were they
even real? And the way their throbbingly addictive songs just drip like
sticky tar out of the speakers, their guitars that sound like food
processors seemed to dull all our senses, just at the same time that the
impeccable lyrics invigorate us beyond belief.
Possibly
one of the only modern bands to have several of their songs being
covered by their contemporaries, The Spits have already done so much,
but still have so much more to come, as they continue to influence
anyone with a penchant for irresistible punk music, played like there's
nothing to lose.
In The Red records couldn't be happier or prouder to finally have the Spits as part of their roster!!
THE SPITS
11/03 Portland, OR Star Theater #
11/04 Seattle, WA Chop Suey (official record release party) #
11/07 Reno, NV Holland Project #
11/08 Sacramento, CA Luigi's Fun Garden #
11/09 Oakland, CA The New Parish #
11/10 Santa Cruz, CA Catalyst
11/11 Ventura, CA Billy O's
11/12 Los Angeles, CA Nomad Gallery
11/13 San Diego, CA Til-Two Club
11/08 Sacramento, CA Luigi's Fun Garden #
11/09 Oakland, CA The New Parish #
11/10 Santa Cruz, CA Catalyst
11/11 Ventura, CA Billy O's
11/12 Los Angeles, CA Nomad Gallery
11/13 San Diego, CA Til-Two Club
# = w/ Mouthbreathers
MySpace - http://www.myspace.com/thespits
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