Mercury Lounge

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The Night Marchers 10:30

The Points 9:30
Love or Perish 8:30
Dynamiters 7:30

Wed 5/7

$12

The Night Marchers

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After inventing stainless steel and "Ass Kicking Rock and Roll"®, here they go again reinventing the MP3! It’s a new year and another handful of mind-blowing rat turds are flung at the “scene.” Your iPod never sounded as crispy. Ladies and Gentleman…. I present to you the next SoCal, mall punk, stupor group; THE NIGHT MARCHERS!.... apparitions of modern day street warriors that manifest in the neglected corners of subterranean, Rock ‘n Roll lore.

Take Speedo (ex Rocket from the Crypt barker/broom swinger, Hot Snakes riff architect, Drive Like Jehu octavarian, The Sultans booking agent, Pitchfork stylist, and lest not forget Swami Records honcho humungous and KBZT 94.9 FM DJ to the stars). Then add the black Irish of Dner (ex Hot Snakes subsonic maestro, current Beehive and the Barracudas legal representative, White Apes roadie and merchandise coordinator, and of course, I would be remiss to not mention his ongoing contributions to the field of recording science at the helm of Strange Sounds recording studio). Now reinforce these bad intentions with Thee Mount Olympus of all rhythm sections. Literally, an all-Greek powerhouse suspended by Ionic fortitude and bathed in a distilled olive oil suitable for the same rectal lubrication that eased in democracy and the Olympics. J. Sinclair K. propels these files with the same vintage overload he brought on the drums while steering Hot Snakes, Delta 72, Bardo Pond and Mule. At the ripe young age of 56, newcomer Thomas Kitsos, aka Titus Gangbangus of CPC Gangbangs fame, lays a heavy pipe on the four string bass guitar. Tommy recently relocated to San Diego from Montreal where his father owns and operates a Greek Restaurant, and his mother is a witch/fortune teller. After one listen to the band’s earliest demos, the Department of Naturalization & Immigration granted Titus a green card with no questions asked. A quick Wikipedia search will tell you no less.

The Points

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With Plenty Of Presence, The Points Have Plenty. In a city brimming with career-minded rock bands, one of Washington's best troupes sure doesn't try very hard. It's a scruffy outfit called the Points. Its look is disheveled, its songs are ramshackle, even its MySpace page is a mess. But the emerging four-piece knows how to work up a sweat where it counts: onstage. The band's Thursday night set at the Black Cat lasted a mere 20 minutes but offered plenty of thrills, combining garage-rock bluster (a la the Sonics) with snot-nosed sneers (a la sundry classic L.A. punk bands). Sure, it's an almost exhausted style, but the Points give it a fresh look. Much of that came courtesy of singer George White's choppy guitar work and Travis Jackson's thuggish drum-thumping. Keyboardist Rebecca Dye provided the low end, toggling between brusque bass lines and subsonic drones. And then there's that guy in the back, playing the theremin. (Anyone who's ever seen a UFO descend in a vintage sci-fi flick knows that this is the stupidest instrument ever invented). But Stuart Gordon used it impressively, and modestly, laying down a wonderful warble while his band mates slashed and burned through "She's Gotta Know" and "Rock and Roll, No Rules." White's throaty bark sounded convincing on the latter song, even though he abided by rock-and-roll rule No. 1: Thou shall have cool stage moves. During the thumping breakdown of "Never Gonna Trust You With My Heart," he made the sign of the cross and then flipped fans the bird. -Washington Post, Chris Richards