[from
San Francisco, CA] A Waterloo in-store was just what I needed – such happy
early evening events with all of Austin’s finest gathered: semi-homeless guys
there for the free beer, old hippies still glazed from too much acid, random
music fans, and nonchalant Waterloo employees. This was not your typical
in-store though: instead of the usual 3-song set, they played 5 or more; if
they really weren’t plugged in, they sounded plugged in; and in contrast to the
generally mellow vibe, this was a real rock show with dancing girls and
stage-diving guitarists… into the rack of CDs. They’re from San Francisco, are
glam rock revivalists, and although they border on cheesy with alarming
frequency, I think they might make it. They’re just so much fun. The musicians
were proper rock stars with teased mullet-esque dos, tight black clothes and
sunglasses indoors. The girls looked like burners in be-glittered and be-feathered
finery, but their sexy-surly burlesque reminded me of The Flametrick Subs’
Satan’s Cheerleaders – I overheard them tell a fan after the show that they’re
“really inspired by Vegas.” The lead singer has a genuinely great powerful voice,
often singing in falsetto – he was also seemingly genetically blessed with the
saran wrap lips that long-time-drug-using rockers get although he otherwise
looked young. When he climbed on top of the railings surrounding the tiny stage
and jumped off, an old guy next to me told his buddy, “Yeah, you can do that
when you weigh 110 pounds.” Their sound was heavy-riffed glam rock – I kept
hearing death disco but I probably imagined that because they’re from San
Francisco, home to all my favorite death disco bands. While they had some
catchy one-liners: “live fast and die beautiful” and “it’s not too late, we can
still die young, it’s all the same…” the songs themselves, and especially the
lyrics, were trite and repetitive. They could do better. They had bubbles too. (Photo courtesy of
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