The Arbiter Culture Report
Dale W. Eisinger
Issue date: 3/12/09 Section: Culture
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Media Credit: Dale W. Eisinger
Last night March 12, Terrapin Station was more packed than this editor has seen for the greatest show seen so far this year. The bill consisted of Portland's Motorik, local boy Andrew Anderson, Bremerton's Simon and Go F*** Yourself as well as Tumbledown (featuring Mike Herrera from MXPX), and Sprockets. Motorik plays a spazzy and dark brand of post punk that really knocked the socks off all present. The next three bands played fusions of rock and Western, soaked in whisky-swilling, dice-throwin' attitude. The latter notched up the energy a bit and closed the show.
Best Band of the Night Award goes without question to Simon… for their punk-rock ethos and sheer obscurity. Sure, the band's tunes sound a little familiar, but listening to the skid-row lyrics and seeing the band off stage make the act really rewarding.
"This goes out to the girl I was making out with back there. No, she didn't make out with me, but she wanted to," guitarist and lead singer Mike the Pike said at one point on stage.
I set up an interview with the band in the alley behind the bar and went out to meet both members. There, singer and guitarist Mike The Pike was already deep-kissing an unidentified fan. Before I could ask any questions, the pair disappeared behind a dumpster, not to return for the breadth of the interview.
"He's definitely not fucking himself," Hal 9000 Beers, drummer for the band, said. Beers's style, while bare bones, displays an amazing ear for tone control and dynamics.
"You listen to enough music and you feel the tides and swells. You've got to understand dynamics before doing anything else," Beers said. Beers's style also stands out for its austere qualities: he plays only a two-piece kit with no crash cymbals.
"I spent a lot of time sitting behind different amounts of drums throughout my life, but then I realized it takes only two to tango," Beers said.
I personally won't try and describe the sound of the band any further, considering I was little distracted by the sounds of behind-dumpster coitus rising up from the alley, but Beers did his band justice:
"It sounds like an acoustic guitar and a bass drum and a snare and a hi-hat."
The only release the band had available came wrapped in what appears to be a discarded real-estate flyer, handwritten, with a great sound.