Band practice, Black Label Style-- Pretty Boy Thorson and the Falling Angels exercise their arms.
Don't you know by now? Surely you do. Memory Lanes, yadda yadda yadda. Live punk music on Mondays, floo floo floo. Give the work week a kick in the nards, blah blah blah.
But seriously. It's a great way to ensure yourself a noisy beginning to a quiet work week, and this week's Monday showcase features Pretty Boy Thorson and the Falling Angels (Twin Cities' own outlaw country taken to its most beer-soaked extreme) pit-stopping on their way to the desert, and the Strait A's, who are threatening to wrap up their multi-year life cycle with two final shows, one of which is tonight.
The Falling Angels are no stranger to break-up rumors. Hell, they've even launched a few of their own. But it seems that PBT and the FA's have a fatal attraction to themselves-- God help them, they just can't stay away. Their morbid self-addiction is a blessing. Album after album, show after show, they continue to offer a sometimes jagged, sometimes incoherent, always poignant look into the black-but-beating heart of humanity.
The Strait A's, featuring Kat Naden of the God Damn Doo Wop Band, Chris Johnson of Red Phone Dispatch, made a fast, beautiful mess of everything snidely adolescent. Like a boarding school come to life, and bursting with every brat on the bus stop, their songs are pop-punk craftsmanship of peerless wit. It's a shame they're reallyheaded to that big detention hall in the sky-- by all visible indicators, few bands enjoy their stage time more.
Their final show ever happens on February 28 at the 400 Bar, but here's hoping this break up proves to be the start of an on-again-off-again affair.
21+. 8:00 P.M. Free. With Apocalypse Meow, San Diego Chargers. Memory Lanes , 2520 26th Ave. South, Minneapolis; 612.721.6211.