Remember July? The good thing about July in Tennessee is that, unlike November in Tennessee, you can wake up on a July morning knowing what the weather is going to be like: It's going to be, as my mother would say, "hot as
balls blue blazes." Anyway, July is on my brain because that's the last time Atlanta's Coathangers passed through town. They played The Basement with Denney and the Jets, and I wrote a Critic's Pick about it. Since, in the grand scheme, that was pretty recent, I'm going to go ahead and repurpose the aforementioned pick. Here it goes:
Some years ago — probably about three, if I had to guess — Atlanta’s all-girl party-punk quartet The Coathangers were scheduled to play Nashville’s Springwater Supper Club and Lounge. A couple of my more lecherous friends decided they’d go — primarily, they admitted, so they could ogle The Coathangers and maybe even ask a couple of them out. I, having given the ’Hangers a listen and decided that tunes like “Nestle in My Boobies” and “Parcheesi” weren’t exactly my speed, decided to sit it out. (By the way, my buddies either struck out or — more likely — didn’t even take a swing.) But with the release of
last month’sJune's Larceny and Old Lace, The Coathangers have taken a step in a surprisingly impressive direction. While they’re still very much students of The Slits’ sloppy, imprecise but outstanding punk rock, they’ve grown leaps and bounds as performers and as songwriters, penning fleshed-out rock tunes that are dark and sneering. Not to mention that there’s a sweet pop tune or two in there as well (“Go Away,” for instance), indicating that these young ladies have even more potential … and my creepo friends probably still have crushes on them. —D. PATRICK RODGERS
This go-round, the lovely Hanger ladies will be accompanied by Thelma and the Sleaze (makers of, in their own words, "loud, solid, blues-infused heavy bitch rock") along with cackling tongue-in-cheek folk duo Birdcloud (who slaughtered renditions of Caitlin Rose, Little Bandit and Natural Child songs at Steve Cross' birthday show on Sunday night ... in the best possible way) and glitter-punk lasses Fancytramp. If you're a complete misogynist, you may notice that, out of about a dozen performers, there doesn't appear to be a single male on the entire bill. Me, I'm gender-blind, so I hadn't noticed at all. Showtime is 9 p.m., and $6 will get you in. And while we're at it, let's watch The Coathangers' video for "Trailer Park Boneyard" after the jump.