When: Thu., Aug. 16, 9:30 p.m. 2012
Now this is the kind of dystopic, everything-sux hardcore punk you should've been listening to every time you flipped off your unconditionally loving parents for being fucking squares. Austin band Cruddy borrows more than a few tricks from the pantheon of early-80s punk tastemakers—Greg Ginn, Keith Morris, Henry Rollins, Lee Ving, John Brannon, even East Bay Ray—and traffics heavily in shorter-than-two-minutes hate songs whose titles more often than not explicitly summarize their dreary lyrics. "Future Disease," for instance, from last year's Negative World (12XU), bounces along like this: "The future is a disease / Its promise, just a tease / The future is a disease / Doctor, cure me please." In other words, yes, your high school biology teacher really is singling you out, and you should despise him with every ounce of your being. Cruddy also plays a free in-store at Permanent Records at 6 PM with openers Wiccans. —Kevin Warwick Slushy headlines; Cruddy and Party Bat open.
Price: $5 suggested donation