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Join us for SPACE WALK, a musical rally through our solar-system’s most significant waypoints.

It’s a special presentation with Space Walk, a one-hour musical tour of our very own solar system, followed by another hour of the usual new, old, obscure, and weird stuff, and capping things off with a spectacular Final Hour. I think next show will be a 2025 retrospective, inspired by my friend Trevor’s suggestion.

Can't say it better than the band: The Hives forever, forever the Hives.

The tang of fall is in the air, though the days are dressed for summer. I missed Frankie and the Witch Fingers when they were in town a couple of months ago due to work travel, and I was supremely bummed, as their particular take on electropunk is right in my wheelhouse. Tonight’s selection is a weird little experimental number from their latest release, which I highly recommend.

Be grateful for Attic Ted, lurking above your bedroom and keeping the miscellaneous critters in line.

It’s fitting to receive instruction from Art Brut on how the whole band thing works. Rumor has it there’s new music on the way, and I could not be more excited. Notice to the faithful listeners: the show will be off on the expected December 17, but will return for a special off-schedule holiday showcase on the 24th.

Tonight’s opening theme is clearly tribute to the Imaginary City — the opening cover is from the town’s The Streetwalkin’ Cheetahs, who are named after an Iggy and the Stooges lyric and have been pumping out a corresponding racket for about 30 years now. The song itself, originally by X, is about a friend of the band that left for England to hook up with the Damned’s Captain Sensible. The lore is unclear on whether the Captain was expecting that or not.

Billy Martin’s drumming makes me think of oxymorons like “precisely sloppy” and “intensely casual” and “red hot chill out”.

Well into their third decade, G. Love and Special Sauce still sound like they are in no particular hurry to get there.

It’s edgy and manic and insistent, and it’ll surely drive your lunatic friends to ask you who is making that racket. Make sure you tell them Clifffs is spelled with three Fs.