Lambsmen, tomorrow.
Apparently, we're the kind of band that throws together a new song in the two practices before a show, amidst the lead singer getting rear-ended and hammering through a McClusky cover. Then our bassist Maxtone blows the Ashdown's power section last night. You couldn't ask for more rock, except for maybe Smitherton's van dying on the side of the road on the way to the venue (Club Anything, in this particular case). We'll be at Conejitos at 6pm - call the Lambs if you want reservations, or just show up and claim a chair & a cup o' tequila.
We're going on First, ahead of Witch Beula and Lockjaw. Promptly at 10pm. We have a lot to get through. So sit back, relax. Enjoy a hot cup of whiskeypolitics.
We're going on First, ahead of Witch Beula and Lockjaw. Promptly at 10pm. We have a lot to get through. So sit back, relax. Enjoy a hot cup of whiskeypolitics.