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April 21, 2019 | doors at 7:30pm
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Triple Ds and Atlanta Mess-Around present:
THE SCIENTISTS
Gentleman Jesse | Subsonics
Part of The EARL's 20th Anniversary!
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  • DAY OF SHOW
THE SCIENTISTS
The Scientists
The Scientists are the ultimate cult band!
Mysterious, undefinable and yet many quite distinct things to many people.
Some blame them for Grunge, some think they’re a power pop band, some think they’re experimental.
Tav Falco describes them in Ghosts Behind The Sun thus:
“Mercurial individuals who’s science is strictly alchemical.”
Originating in Perth Western Australia in the beginnings of Post Punk they travelled to Sydney, then London cutting a swathe through the indie scene throughout the 1980s only to vanish.
Sited as a seminal influence by so many – Sonic Youth, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, Mudhoney, Nirvana the band had to return some time.
In 2018 they’ve returned recorded 3 singles, Mini Mini Mini, Braindead, and a soon to be released EP on In The Red called 9H20.SiO2.
They made their first trip to the USA last year confirming what people suspect. They are totally unique… distinct from other bands and sound as brutal now as ever. Not to be missed!
GENTLEMAN JESSE
Gentleman Jesse
Subsonics
At long last, SUBSONICS have descended again upon the denizens of the steamy rock’n’roll jungle with their first album in seven years, "In the Black Spot" (Slovenly Recordings 702-112)! The Subsonics have been called the "Best band in Atlanta" by fellow Georgians BLACK LIPS and for good reason: previous works by this beatnik, noir-punk careen machine have left indelible marks, or black spots if you will, on the psyche of big-bam-boom-shang-a-lang rockers the world over during their nearly two-decade tenure. This new album brings more of singer Clay Reed's petulant, masculine-feminine vocals and surreal lyricism, shaken up with his signature garroted guitar, Buffi Aguero’s inventive, incessantly churning drumming, and Rob Delbueno's (Man, or Astroman?) rolling basement bass. On this latest spin, previously unwritten, yet eerily familiar, melodies ("Lime-Lime" and "Miracle Worker") echo in the catacombs of America's soul and ring throughout with a childish enthusiasm, like a funky delinquent's budget bubblegum album. What we really have here is an obsessive, detached drop-in to an after-hours opium den, where Super-8 movies are projected onto a soiled sheet, and the soundtrack is undeniably Subsonics.
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