Hey kids, do you like bands whose names make your parents uncomfortable? How about taking a trip to Elliston Place tonight, then? From our Critics' Picks, where some dude named "Steve Haruch" had this to say about the Pacific Northwestern indie-electro fun-makers whose name is not to be spoken over the airwaves:
You have to admire a band with the intestinal fortitude to go with a name that means foregoing the luxury of promotion (or even mention) in certain corners of the media world--like college radio, for instance, where a guest DJ might have to announce that "the last song you heard was by, uh, Star...trucker," as this guest DJ had to on WRVU last month. But even if you can't say their name on the air, you can say whatever you want when the Portland party crew hit Nashville Monday night. You may have heard their electric bass-heavy cover of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun," but even if you haven't, expect a dance-friendly set of alternately dreamy and squelchy electronics and (mostly non-profane) indie-kid melodies.
That's 9 p.m. at The End w/Deelay Ceelay & Fuck Show.