
Beneath his mop of beach bum hair, Dwyer's blue peepers looked ready to burst. The band he leads plays like a rockabilly cartoon, and to watch him twist and maneuver with his guitar held high is exhausting. Between the large drops of sweat he smeared about the floor and the microphone he nearly ate, it's no wonder Dawson had to sit out for a song with apparent nausea after having her eyes locked on him for the full set.
Shoun showed us his "o" (or was it "e?") face and received some percussion assistance from tambourine-wielding audience members. And Petey Dammit! – well, these eyes were glued to the piece of cake tattooed on his neck. Why Petey, why?
One of numerous devlishly danceable performances from the San Francisco group, aided by openers Sic Alps, who Dwyer's named “the greatest band to ever walk the earth,” and 21-year old one man band (think Mark Sultan or Hasil Adkins) Ty Segall, alleged Billy Childish fan and recent addition to Dwyer's Castle Face label.






...and babyfaced opener Ty Segall, whoo-ha!
Then...
purchase brand new live CD/DVD set Thee Hounds of Foggy Notion.
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