On Wednesday I had the pleasure of going to the Hal's Teeth jam night at the empire. What a treat that was, filled with exotic people and smells. I didn't catch the name of the first band which was a shame. So pub rock, so many covers of flaccid anthems. They performed songs by classic artists like Thirsty Merc (In the summertime and oh dear, it has all blended into one power chord. They saved the best for last though, a rousing rendition of Killing in the name of by Rage Against the Machine. To woefully misuse language, the crowd literally exploded. No thigh left unslapped, lots of fist punching and even a cripple dropping her crutches and boogeying on. I seriously think I was the only one laughing at an event ripe for hilarity.
The next band, Hal's Teeth, didn't disappoint either. The drummer was someone I am accustomed to seeing around town wearing a suit, but he was cutting loose in some tidy jeans and a pristine Judas Priest T shirt. The matching sweat bands rocked my world. The lead singer imparted a feeling of oriental mystery to even the most classic pub anthems.
Sadly I had to leave early on account of work the next morning, but stay tuned for more tales of premidnite rebellion.
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