When: Sat., Dec. 31, 9 p.m. 2011
I've heard more than one person predict that Cobra Lounge is going to burn to the ground on New Year's Eve. Isn't that just stating the obvious? The question is really whether the fire department will come a-calling because Spits drummer Lance Phelps gets carried away with his signature cymbal campfire or because the rowdy crowd-slash-mob of punx the Seattle four-piece attracts (and eggs on) trips an alarm, lights a trash can, and/or improvises with an extinguisher or two. Even if you don't leave stinking of smoke, you'll almost certainly smell like warm PBR—and it'll be a miracle if you don't have a couple of bruises too. The Spits have always sounded like mutant bastard children of the Ramones, with a demented gleam of Devo-style synth on their noisy, snarling slob-punk, and nothing much has changed on the recent V (In the Red). Bassist Erin Wood and guitarist Sean Wood (the brothers both sing) have been perfecting this combustible formula for two decades, despite countless sibling quarrels, some of which have ended in onstage fistfights or guitars busted upside heads. The antics at a typical Spits show—the band loves costumes, from rubber Reagan masks to satanic cloaks, and the crowd ensures there's often more beer in the air than on the floor—have been tattooed on the band's reputation, and I kind of doubt they'd want it any other way. —Kevin Warwick Mickey and TV Ghost open.
Price: $20, $15 in advance