Drunkin Punkin Idiots
San Diego, CA
The Dirty Panties
Las Vegas, NV
Venue Address (Get Directions)Disconnected Shows
Date and Time
Sunday, February 17th, 2013 at 8:00pm
D.P.I., the Wastrels, the Dirty Panties & Civil Satans
THE TACOS ASESINOS CART WILL BE SERVING THEIR BAJA TACOS WITH A GULF COAST TWIST!
D.P.I.: Ocean Beach locals D.P.I. (DRUNKIN' PUNKIN IDIOTS) are bringin' it back to Shakedown in the name of booze, skateboarding & general reckless abandon. Banned from various local San Diego venues because of the chaos from their shows, Shakedown welcomes them back with open arms & beer bottles.
the WASTRELS are back from the dead and bringing back that So Cal Hardcore Punk sound so prevalent in the 90's. There are no cliches needed. Let the energy speak for itself. "Hard and Fast like a Hooker's Wet Dream"!
the DIRTY PANTIES officially formed in 2001. Like most great ideas, the concept of The Dirty Panties was born at a New York City bar, in a drunken stupor, and had a history even before it had instruments. After moving to Vegas, creating a solid local following and undergoing a few personnel changes, The Dirty Panties solidified their line-up with founding member, Barbara Lenox, on guitar; lead singer, Melanie Ash; Michelle “Lil’ Moe” Meyer on bass; and Kayley “Animal” Malcolm on drums. Through extensive touring throughout the Southwest, the Dirty Panties have earned the reputation as a “must see act” and become iconic in Las Vegas and beyond. Influenced by the DIY past of NYC punk and the raw style of the garage rock renaissance, The Dirty Panties have created their own unique sound. They write and perform powerful, infectious songs that reflect the band’s personality. From getting drunk, feminism and rejection, to their take on what it means to be a girl in the punk scene in the anthem “Pretty In Pink.” “The Panties” as their fans call them, are a unique, hard working punk rock band that know their way around a dive bar, a catchy song and a concert stage. To see what it’s “all about” you need to see them live, but you take these girls lightly at your own risk.
CIVIL SATANS: It started back in the early spring of 1881, when Fyodor Dostoyevsky died and left a potentially reincarnatable spirit of neurotic hatred to anyone willing to take up the mantel of shame. Quite randomly, however, this reincarnated soul was passed onto two unwitting, previously happy young/aging men, who happened to be punk rockers feeding off the scraps of what was left of the mid-90s, mismanaged, postmodern punk/funk/indie/world-beat scene. Needless to say, this division of Dostoyevsky's reincarnated soul into both men was a bit awkward for the two gentlemen of O'side. And, it literally made them doubt the existence of themselves and God at the same time (hence the name of the band), while still remaining ignorant of the Other’s existence. Now I haven’t mentioned this yet, but they were obviously musical geniuses (both of them) in their own rights. Between the two, they had played in over 100 bands that were connected to at least two bands that became literally successful. Choosing not to be butt-hurt by being passed over, they strove to continue, at this point separately, to make their own discordant, but accessible music, that several credible online music zines have described as sounding like everything (from ska, to disco, to indie rap), while sounding literally like nothing at all. And for several years, one of them stopped music altogether and just drank grain alcohol and literally watched porn. However, because these two men, who were jointly sharing FD’s reincarnated soul at the time, had never met, they were eventually called together at the local bar (like Highlanders), while fighting over the last drink ticket of a straight-edge musician at the Royal Dive, who had offered it to the nearest drunk. We cannot say for sure who got that beer ticket, but we do know that Doyostevsky drank heavily that night – in which mortal body, however, is not important. The bond was forged. Dicky Demonic and Haldon Levay changed their previous fake names into these new fake names almost instantaneously – after consulting a few facebook friends. They just needed the perfect drummer. As luck would have it, Haldon was married to a drummer – and given the fact that she had a stable job and a home, they both agreed that she was perfect. And she was literally perfect. With her beats and drum kit, she pounded out beats that made her drum kit loud. This was the missing ingredient. And despite lacking a piece of Dostoyevesky’s soul, she, Marge Smartbacon, was instantly inducted as the third member of the power trio. Now, recently, they have all been literally interviewed by several random, online, important and credible zines. In the recent interview, the interviewer literally said, “What do you guys literally sound like.” Now, Haldon, actually feeling awkward about the whole thing, just walked off, yelling, “We sound like everything you’ve ever heard, but nothing you can ever imagine – BIATCH!!”. Dicky D, being more publicity-minded, said, “We don’t like to call ourselves Math Rock, because we are better at English and History. But, we do think of ourselves as something more than math rock. We are Trigonometry Punk. I am the Sine, Marge is the Cosine, and Haldon is often off on his own Tangent.”