RECORD REVIEWS
8
FOOT TENDER
Chicken Shakes
Long Beach Records
Tender
comrades: The Humpers, The Weaklings, domestic beer
8
Foot Tender, Crack City Rockers, Roy Tinsel Band
Ash
Street Saloon
225 SW Ash St., 226-0430
10 pm Friday,
Jan. 26
$5
8 Foot Tender
is one of those bands you see at parties, at bars, at clubs whose
stage has the same size and hygiene requirements as a state park
outhouse. In other words, they pack about as much pretension into
their three-minute fuzz-rock raveups as a sixer of Bud does at a
Pearl District wine tasting. And that's their charm. You can imagine
killing time (and a cold keg) with them on their front porch, or
cruising for chicks with them on a sweltering
summer day, or swapping garage-punk singles with them as you each
tried to complete your respective collections of lo-fi rock'n'roll
records.
Noting this
amiable personality, it seems fully appropriate that their first
official (i.e., label-sanctioned and subsidized) full-length is
being released by Long Beach Records, old acquaintances from the
band's past California days. Everything about Chicken Shakes
speaks to good times with good buddies: "Lay Down" attempts seduction
with smoove-talkin' lyrics counterbalanced by chunky Midwest rock
riffs; "Guess I'm Fallin'" fights off the Heartbreakers' born-to-lose
breakdowns with bouncing energy; "Candy" revels in goofy sweet-toothed
shoutouts to favorite brands; "Glen's Pants" is about exactly what
you think; and "Havin' Fun"...hell, it's pretty self-explanatory,
ain't it? All 12 tracks speed through Ramones-simple chords tarted
up with just enough hammer-ons to give it that swagger which transforms
punk into rock'n'roll--a subtle difference, but one the ladies notice.
And if they don't? By all indications, 8 Foot Tender'll have plenty
of friends to pal around with regardless. John Graham
THE BRIEFS
Hit After Hit
Dirtnap
Get
with it: The [West Coast] Stitches, The Weirdos, The Spits
The
Briefs, The Spits, The Bedpans, The Prime Evils
Berbati's
Pan
231 SW Ankeny St., 248-4579
9:30 pm Friday,
Jan. 26
$4
The Briefs:
four spiky peroxide-blonde guys from Seattle who share an early
New Wave sartorial sense for outrageous suit-and-tie combinations,
along with a jet-powered drive to prove themselves practitioners
of prime (broadly speaking) end-of-the-'70s West Coast punk. Hit
After Hit is their ramrod debut. With songs built on charging
guitars inflected with a bit of that skinny-tie twitch, these geeky
street toughs explode gnashing sing-alongs that cover such hot-button
issues as venereal crabs, Bob Seger's necessary murder (he's not
dead?) and stupid fashion elitists. Cutting sarcasm abounds on this
recording, but nothing is quite as well-executed as "New Shoes,"
with the line "I've got a new pair of shoes and I'm better than
you," followed later by, "I've got a new pair of socks and they
go with my shoes." Fun-eee stuff. It is the opening track, "Poor
and Weird" (previously released by Dirtnap as a 7-inch single),
that is without question the CD's biggest bruiser. A pounding anthem
mixing snot and brutality, "Poor and Weird" seems to masquerade
as an ode to out-and-out loserdom with its rousing refrain of "I'm
poor and I'm weird, baby / You got no time for me," while actually
sucker-punching dumb-ass "real" punk posturing. See? I'm poor and
weird; the implicit, forced, impossible self-righteousness of
it. No? Well, it's still brilliant and I've been humming it for
weeks. Up North these guys have secured a reputation for putting
on a pretty wild show. My advice: Seek out the Briefs, and get hit.
Sam Soule
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