We've only got one more year before the Mayans descend from the heavens and blow up the White House or whatever, so we'd better make it count. This isn't a competition or anything, but watching a Chattanooga band called Twat Sauce cover “(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)" a few days earlier had us bringing our “how're you gonna top that?” baggage to the first Glenn Danzig's House show of 2011.
When we arrived at Casa De Los Danzig, Slammers were already well into a hardcore set time-displaced from 1983. Backed by Mimi from Heavy Cream on bass, Cy Barkley threw the usual Misfitsian playbook aside to tear through a handful of over-in-seconds sloppy hardcore songs. It may have been their first show ever, and it may have been over before we knew what was going on, but they set the bar in the rafters. We just hope that Slammers isn't a one-off thing so we might see them terrorize more basements in the coming months.
Brooklyn's Natural Law followed up with a modern set of spazzcore, which sounded and looked a lot more like the overly technical hardcore we used to find ourselves watching at Rocketown. Both they and fellow out-of-towners Wiccans, who we overheard described both as like “Black Flag and Black Sabbath” and like a “low-rent Fucked Up,” were fast and aggro and got the job done, but didn't leave much more of an impression than that.
Cannomen, however, continue to wreck our world. Last year's "Black Holes" 7-inch was one of our favorite local punk releases with its Cramps-y surf-punk guitar progressions and yelping hardcore vocals. Their new jam, "Sex on the Bleach," sounds more or less like what we expect from Cannomen, except maybe faster. We're not sure. That's the thing with these bands: None of them played for longer than 15 or 20 minutes, and it's not easy to get a grasp on them beyond “this sounds pretty all right” before it's over.
Heavy Cream took the stage around 10:30 with a heavily modified lineup. Tiffany Minton has been behind the drums since December, and it looks like she might be staying for a while. Which is fine by us — they've never sounded more together. Well, almost. Bassist and token dude Daniel wasn't around, so the girls recruited Jake Orrall to take his spot. To his credit, he rolled with it pretty well, even if he hadn't played some of their songs before. Yeah, there were hiccups, but they sounded righteous and that's what really matters.
Heavy Cream play to their strengths by banging out bratty fist-pumping Ramones tunes and making it look effortless. Last year was big for team Cream, but we've got a good feeling about what's next for the band. The clock hadn't even struck 11 by the time they were done and Ben Todd was telling us all to go play free ping-pong at Melrose before the neighbors got sick of all the scummy punk kids congesting the roads. Hard to argue with that suggestion.