The Spits, Davila 666, The Re-Volts, BOATS! October 23, 2009

Friday Oct. 23, 2009
Lava Booking Presents:
The Spits http://www.myspace.com/thespits
Davila 666 http://www.myspace.com/davila666
The Re-Volts http://www.myspace.com/sfrevolts (members of Me first and the Gimme Gimme's)
Boats! http://www.myspace.com/boatssacramento

Doors 8pm Show 9:00
$8 advance / $10 @ door
21 and over

The Voodoo Lounge
14 S. 2nd ST
San Jose, CA

THE SPITS IV LP

Damn if The Spits don't make their brand of musical retardation all seem so easy: Like all their releases before them, they've stocked IV with 10 instant classics, with each and every song in its place and every single one of ’em indispensable. Don't know about you, but as far as I'm concerned, that's pretty rad and in the pantheon of all that was originally cool about first wave American punk (and why it still remains as essential as it did from day one), with this, their best release to date, The Spits have earned themselves a much deserved seat at the table alongside groups like the Ramones, Bullet-era Misfits, Crime, The Eat, et all...

Spiced up with some Are We Not Men-era Devo and maybe a little dash o' Chrome thrown in too (bassist Erin Wood's SPIDER side project showing through), IV is the accumulated, fetid stew of body fluids left behind in the mattress room of Plato's Retreat where some crotch crickets got introduced to the tableau and ultimately made the place really start to jump, and on these ten songs they're jumping every which way.... IV is so enjoyably diseased, your pie hole will stretch and bear pearly whiteness ear-to-ear. IV's a proverbial flea circus celebration of nihilism, wanton drunkenness, incorrigibility, juvenile delinquency, teen sex, vandalism, petty crime, hooliganism, self-mutilation and aliens—which is just about everything in a not-so-perfect world punk rock is supposed to be.

See, The Spits are so much of THAT era, but not a revivalist act by any stretch. For one thing, they're FRESH and newfangled without the vagaries of modernization or plasticized homage that'd otherwise give em a whiff of falsehood and illegitimacy. The Spits actually manage the not so easy trick of making it all their own and consequently they've pretty much single-handedly revitalized this thing of ours and paved the way for a completely new generation of maladjusted squids the go-ahead to squirt ink anew. And if all that seems rife with over-statement, then stop and consider the long line of bands who site the band as a major influence (Black Lips, King Khan....) or the laundry list of new-jack labels currently du jour (HoZac, Woodsist—hell, even the newly reconstituted Siltbreeze to name several) in one form or another shine a little brighter because of them. [The Spits] - yourfleshmag.com (June 2009)

Davila 666 is Puerto Rico's answer to the Black Lips and my answer to the question: When will a new band seriously brainwash me on its music? Since picking up Davila's debut disc, I've refused to put it back down. These delirious rockers possess their Atlanta brethren's ability to come off like crazy little shits who'd ace rock history quizzes. On their U.S. debut, these triple-sixers filter three decades of scuffed-up leather jackets through the Spanish-language translator. Disparate patches of Radio Birdman, the Dead Boys, and rudimentary jangle pop are all threaded onto the album, the charms of which are multiplied by the fact that Davila 666 sounds like it was recorded live at a basement birthday party. - Jennifer Maerz (SF Weekly)

Official Website: http://www.myspace.com/voodooloungesj