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THRUST OR BUST: Not even Tucson's most dedicated deadbeats
can resist the charm of The Makers. All Bo Diddley progression
and sex-groove swagger, the Spokane/Seattle band is returning
in support of a new album, Psychopathia Sexualis (on Estrus).
Since their recording debut in 1993, the Makers have been used
by nearly every newborn garage band as the yardstick by which
to measure themselves. Upon the release of Hunger, hailed
by critics as one of 1997's best albums, The Makers secured their
position as the genre's undeniable top dogs. Many thinly veiled
attempts have been made to rip off the Makers' unique, rave-up
driven sound (loosely comparable to '60s rock and roll, and early
punk bands like Barry and the Remains, the Kinks, Question Mark
and the Mysterians, and Northwest associates Don and the Goodtimes).
Yet The Makers have consistently held their own, refusing to be
replaced or overshadowed.
In the early '90s, the Makers hit a stagnant scene over the head
with an unheard of hullabaloo resembling a sped-up Nuggets-era
sound. Their music emphasized every variance of every blues riff
in the book, and inspired a new wave of movement and bands. In
1998, they introduce us to a more soulful turn on Psychopathia
Sexualis that will, no doubt, cause just as much of an uproar.
Never ones to maintain the status quo, The Makers have exceeded
their own definitions.
The Makers' three-chord prowlers have been joined by such off-guard
cuts as "Love That Is Strange," exuding a late '60s
Rolling Stones-like charm, and the Velvet Underground/Jesus and
Mary Chain-comparable "Psychotropic Supergirl." After
the initial shock, one could argue the new album is their rawest
and most audacious yet. Coming from the old Lester Bangs' school
of rock and roll, their attitude-first stance succeeds in pulling
off an unmasked love song like "The Mystery," among
the ultimate itchiness of earfuls like "(Are you on the inside
or the outside or your) Pants?" and "Turn Up the Century."
Unfortunately, the "scene"--whether one slips into
the classification of "punk" or "garage" or
whatever--often mistakes musical development for selling out.
"We don't care," lead singer Mike Maker recently said
in an interview with The Rocket. "We'll always be
doing what nobody wants us to do."
Although continuously tagged "rebellious," the most
in-your-face Makers attribute--and what ticks antagonists off
the most--is the band's loyalty to keeping it real. Amidst a general
backlash against rock-and-roll-star mannerisms, the Makers dare
to emanate style and fashionable appeal, while their so-called
peers are swallowed whole by baggy shorts and extra-large T-shirts.
The Makers are right there center stage, and don't shy away from
offending. What you see is what you get: this is a tenet of their
on-stage presence.
Makers' live performances have been deemed legendary, although
they choose to distance themselves from their former reputation
as the hard-knuckled scrappers barred from clubs across the map.
Free of distraction, attention is drawn to the main spectacle--a
knee-jerking guitar sound that's heavy on the bass end, and the
Makers' determination to keep the crowds dancing. They aren't
about being "tough guys," they're about making music
for bona fide fans. Like no other current act, the Makers stir
up an energy that compels droves of hip girls to charge the stage,
overwhelmed by the need to shag! At a Makers show, there are no
losers.
Get ready for an evening of inescapably lust-charged music and
mayhem on Friday, August 7, at Club Congress, 311 E. Congress
St. Doors open at 9 p.m. Call 622-8848 for ticket and show information.
--Fen Hsaio
HOT PICK: If you're interested enough in music to be reading
this column, then Carlos Santana needs no introduction.
Suffice it to say that he's literally one of the most accomplished
and beloved musicians in the world, and that his distinctive guitar
style is truly one of the most spiritually transcendent forces
in popular music. (Yes, I know how cheesily new-agey that sounds,
but if you've ever seen his band live then you know what I'm talking
about.)
Santana make their yearly pilgrimage to the Pima County
Fairgrounds on Saturday, August 8. And if the living legend
himself isn't enough to get you to make the trek out to the fairgrounds,
openers Los Lobos should provide the needed incentive.
An eclectic and innovative band from east L.A., Los Lobos is
one of the few musical acts that seems to just get better the
longer they're around. At a sold-out show at the Rialto Theatre
a few months back (a rarity in Tucson), they reportedly stomped
major booty. (Unfortunately, I waited too long to get my tickets
and have cursed my slackness ever since.) If you have even a passing
interest in either of these bands, do not miss this show. Reserved
seats are $31 (and could very well be sold out by the time you
read this); general admission is a paltry $14 in advance. Call
Dillard's at 1-800-638-4253 for tickets and information.
LAST NOTES: Fans of once-mediocre, now-just-downright-pathetic
southern rock bands will be extremely pleased to learn that Molly
Hatchet will grace our burg with their presence on Wednesday,
August 12, at the New West, 4385 W. Ina Road. Buyer beware:
These days the band's line-up features just one original member
(guitarist Bobby Ingram, if it matters to anyone). Flirtin'
with disaster, indeed. Advance tickets are $8 and can be purchased
at the New West, or by calling 1-800-638-4253.
If you snoozed and loozed in getting tickets for this week's
sold-out Squirrel Nut Zippers show, check out The New Morty
Show--featured performers at the latest installment of Multi-Media
Mondays at Club Congress, 311 E. Congress St. The acclaimed
San Francisco band is celebrating the release of Mortyfied!,
their debut album on Tucson-based Slimstyle Records. (The
event also doubles as a release party for Slimstyle's Swing
This, Baby!, a swing compilation featured in the current issue
of Rolling Stone magazine.)
As well as original tunes, the band's set list includes covers
of Billy Idol, Metallica, and the Ramones, among others. Add swing
lessons, martini specials, and the presence of your pals from
KFMA to the festivities, and it should be quite an evening. Oh
yeah, did I mention there are movies, too? It all goes down at
8 p.m. Monday, August 10, and admission is $5 at the door.
CAT NIP: We're still a little sketchy on the details, but
a new downtown club called
7 Black Cats, 260 E. Congress St., celebrates its grand
opening with a raucous rumpus starting at 9 p.m. Saturday, August
8, with Al Foul and the Shakes.
This refurbished space near the former Café Magritte is
rumored to be one handsome hangout, with wood floors, a shotgun-style
bar with a stage at the end, and a balcony looking down on the
scene from above the bar. Sounds perfect for next week's country
insurgence by Wichita-based Split Lip Rayfield. We don't
have any phone number or show info (hope these cats find their
tongue and get in touch with us real soon), so you'll just have
to show up and take your chances.
--Stephen Seigel
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