Boom Boom Room, Sunday 28th of September.
Doors 8pm.
6 euro in!
Hounds make songs that start at point A, visit point B and stamp their passports at point C.
In between, they reference the likes of Kyuss, Sonic Youth and Shellac with taut, tense rockers, frenzied dynamics and hypnotic riffola.
www.myspace.com/houndslikejumpers
Realistic Train are a ROCK band formed from members of Mongolia (Dunchee: drums, Tob Swift: bass) and Terrordactyl (Owensie Owens: guitar and vocals) with the aim of writing some psychedelic/ stoner/ garage rock anthems to get you through the dark Irish summer.
We utterly commit to bring you the psyche, the rock, the doom, all in a stylish and sexy package... just say when and we'll be there!
www.myspace.com/realistictrain
Janey Mac
Emily considers the learned guitar. Cathy discourages it, tapping her foot, her finger ticks. Holding hands and basses they spit into the magazine made rock star crotches and swing their sick heads into the violent noise boom caress, radiating from the blistered fingers and scream throat-raw roar. Child-like choruses and logical incompetents flurry along fret boards while drum sticks are sacrificed in the name of an exorcismic hysteria. Visitors from improbable painted frequencies may bolt from the blue surprise with tin whistle toots and oil brush lamp lick. Virginity. Polygamy. Crane Fly. Telly. It is Janey Mac. Then Brain joined...
www.myspace.com/janeymacmusic
Doors 8pm.
6 euro in!
Hounds make songs that start at point A, visit point B and stamp their passports at point C.
In between, they reference the likes of Kyuss, Sonic Youth and Shellac with taut, tense rockers, frenzied dynamics and hypnotic riffola.
www.myspace.com/houndslikejumpers
Realistic Train are a ROCK band formed from members of Mongolia (Dunchee: drums, Tob Swift: bass) and Terrordactyl (Owensie Owens: guitar and vocals) with the aim of writing some psychedelic/ stoner/ garage rock anthems to get you through the dark Irish summer.
We utterly commit to bring you the psyche, the rock, the doom, all in a stylish and sexy package... just say when and we'll be there!
www.myspace.com/realistictrain
Janey Mac
Emily considers the learned guitar. Cathy discourages it, tapping her foot, her finger ticks. Holding hands and basses they spit into the magazine made rock star crotches and swing their sick heads into the violent noise boom caress, radiating from the blistered fingers and scream throat-raw roar. Child-like choruses and logical incompetents flurry along fret boards while drum sticks are sacrificed in the name of an exorcismic hysteria. Visitors from improbable painted frequencies may bolt from the blue surprise with tin whistle toots and oil brush lamp lick. Virginity. Polygamy. Crane Fly. Telly. It is Janey Mac. Then Brain joined...
www.myspace.com/janeymacmusic
