OCT 20th in Tampa, FL: BRONCHO + FLORIDA KILOS + WOLF FACE + ARTICLE 47

Go to this show or else you will regret it severely forever and ever and Pryscila may find you and kick you in the shins while wearing heels. 

Broncho: members of Starlight Mints and Unwed Sailor and Native Lights and Cheyenne join forces to suddenly make one of the best new indie rock bands out right now. On tour from Oklahoma. 

Florida Kilos: Members of Beauvilles, Sons of Hippies and a Lifeguard join forces to tour the country with all the underground rock bands in the midst of becoming icons that they have crushes on, release sweet vinyl records recorded the old fashioned way, wear swimsuits and drink too much blanco tequila. 

Wolf Face: a bunch of masked men in wolf man / basketball team outfits playing songs purely devoted and inspired by the movie Teen Wolf, along with some sexually frustrated ambiguity. 

Article 47: opening the show, a new group of kids rocking the new wave hooks. 

CROWBAR LIVE DOORS / SHOW At 9PM

*HEADLINER ON BY MIDNIGHT*

1812 North 17th Street  Ybor City, FL 33605
(813) 241-8600

Event Page: Broncho + Florida Kilos + Wolf Face at Crowbar Live Tampa Florida 

Dressing Rooms, and Motorcycle Wrecks in Tallahassee at Club Down Under.

It's 11:56 PM and Shawn is calling 911. We were trying to go hang out with Zach and some other cool peoples that came to see our show at 529 on Gaines st. for an after gathering at a pub, and we are stopped at the light and a lady in a Chrysler turns left in front of a motorcycle. Guy on the bike hits the front of the car, flips clean over the bike and lands in a heap, it looks like he may have been run over by the car. Everyone on the block starts running over to make sure the car doesn't drive off, and see if he is alive. 

Earlier arounf 7pm we got to Club Downunder to get a little dressing room, a big nice venue and some friendly faces: a bunch of FSU locals were at our last Growlers show in Gainesville (they had made the drive) and found out we were in town and dragged a bunch of people out. 

Broncho once again cleaned clocks. We found out later that 3 of our fav. songs of theirs are going to be on the "New Record" and like us they only care about releasing vinyl and digital. <3 

Always wear a motorcycle helmet, people. No joke. It just saved this guy's life in front of us. Then some hangout, a house key from Michelle and a tip about an all night dance party, and also an invite to hang with our buddies off Gaines street send us off with a bunch of groceries (courtesy of FSU, thanks FSU!) and off into downtown looking for a good time. 

And we see our buddies sitting outside of the bar, but get caught by the light and then screech - CRASH and good god I think he is under the car. But... 

Shockingly he is conscious, he was wearing a full helmet and there are people all around him. He is able to stand, but it may have just been the adrenalin, because his leg seems to be hurt. Police show up within seconds and shut down the entire area. We are all shaken up a bit.

Now not tired, and not sure if we can get down in a late night reverie, hoping that guy really could have walked away from the wreck and our minds on a good friend that recently didn't: we decide to hit the road back to the next Town: Tampa. 

BE AT the Crowbar in Tampa for Broncho, Florida Kilos, Wolf Face on October 20th. 

By: Shawn at a truck stop somewhere on I-10, October 19th 2012. 

Busted hands, bad fingers and Fernet in Atlanta at 529.

He's just the bass player, he only needs on finger anyhow.So. It's Thursday morning, time to leave town for Atlanta, and I am bleeding everywhere. I should have gotten stiches. But that would have meant cancelling the show, and a doctor. I didn't do that and Katherine isn't sure about my hand at all. "I hope it doesn't become gangrenous..." she says. And then it is suggested that I open it up again and rub iodine into the knuckle, which you can see right down into. It was nasty. Last minute mechanic works on the van. Shame on me. Orange juice. Don't throw up. Get alllll of that rust and grease out of the inside of your knuckle. 

Pryscila is all fancy so she gets a flight. And now we're all in East Atlanta together at 529, wondering if we have enough money to eat at the Flatiron. Broncho are there. Broncho are really nice dudes. Pretty sure they just got a deal, but didn't want to ask em. Libations are imbibed. East Atlanta is a real pleasant place.

After 3 shots of Fernet, Kyle was in a good mood. Kyle tends bar at 529 in East Atlanta. Kyle likes drinking Fernet. I like drinking Fernet. And who the hell are tight brothers? What do they do? Who knows. Regardless another shot of Fernet, 3 PBR's and all became well in the world. Broncho metled faces. I got drunk enough to not feel my f***d up hand, and saints of Atlanta: specifically Leslie and Stacy let us crash at their nice pad in Decatur. Leslie has a badass obscue garage band collection on vinyl, including All Night Drug Prowling Wolves, which was nowhere near as badass as their name would imply, or as awesome as the breakfast hash that was cooked up at 5am would be. On more sleeping bag shot of tequila and a hardwood floor on a yoga mat never felt so good. 

Now we are back on the road. The Girls have informed me that I have to take off the bandages at some point today, and rinse the wound out, and then... well maybe a doc in the box. It's pretty swolen up. If you know a nurse practicioner in Tallahasse, email us. We (I) may need help later... 

Today: Tallahassee at Club Downunder. Get it. Go. 

-Shawn from the back of the van at 65mph. 

Southeastern shows with BRONCHO start this week.

Man, just get over the hangover caused by the freaking Growlers and now we are bach out with BRONCHO. And extra special plus: Denney and the Jets. 

Check our Calendar for more info and show dates: Atlanta, Athens, Orlando, Tampa, and Florida State University. 

Bands we have a crush on : Shannon and the Clams

We dug Shannon soooo much as the bassist for the epic Hunx and his Punx that we knew that she didn't just fall out of Valhalla. So no. Yeah. Bad girl has her own band. For real. Check it. Shannon and the Clams.