Face Melting Awesomeness

This weekend saw many an amazing event in the Colby Louis Hates Everyone camp. To start, we celebrated 25 years of cynicism and utter distaste for pop culture by getting hammered on 6th street. This involved friends from Houston, the gay faction from work, my good friend Uncle Pervy, and a band that got me harder than a Viagra overdose mixed with pictures of world class athlete Leyrna Franco.

I'm speaking of Houston's own cock rock powerhouse American Sharks. After 3 or 4 hours that involved wandering around East 6th in jeans that were way to tight for an August night in Texas ,my friends and I stumbled into The Creekside Lounge to discover the greatest thing to happen to rock and roll since Elvis started ripping off black people. They've got songs about flames. They've got beards. They play guitars that ooze swarthiness. I haven't been this excited about rock since Songs For the Deaf was released. The appeal that American Sharks have is that they aren't as morbid as Mastadon, and they're definately not some kitchy vanity project like The Eagles of Death Metal. Behind chunky distortion and lyrics about angels of fire dealing cocaine to groupies lies the true deviant soul of rock, that has unfortunately been bastardized by acts like the Jonas Brothers and the most recent Alkaline Trio release.

While trolling around the Sharks' myspace page this afternoon I've discovered that they will be playing in Houston with the Israeli phenomena Monotonix who were the Belle of the Ball at this years SXSW. I can smell the hot garbage and warm beer now. This show has already been loaded into the Outlook calendar at work with a reminder to pack for the road trip set to go off every 15 minutes between now and the October 10th show. Hopefully gas prices will drop to a resonable $2.89/gal so I can afford to get to the Mink and see it.