It had been four days (count 'em!) since I last saw the Happen-Ins tear the stage apart at Emo's, and yes, I was already jonesin' for the greazy, slithering, and sometimes very pretty songs being pumped out by these four extremely talented cats.
Why? Simply put: THE HAPPEN-INS ARE THE BEST DAMNED BAND I'VE SEEN IN THIS TOWN.
Seriously, these guys rule. Apart from the groovy, perfectly pocketed bass lines (John Michael Schoepf is like a Slinky wrapped in vintage furs, dipped in motor oil, and plugged right into the back side of a Victrola; all groove and no filler), the trash-canny, Charlie Wattsy, spot-on timing of Falcon Valdez's drumming, the intricate and finely balanced vocal and instrumental interplay between guitar guys Ricky Ray Jackson and Sean Faires (whose frenetic playing sounds like lost Stones or Faces tracks), there are the songs.
Oh, the songs! It's been a long time since I've found a band that plays an entire set of songs that I love. I won't waste a lot of digital ink here detailing the minutia of each one... I will leave it up to you to get off your ass, come see these guys, and learn to love the songs (writing duties are shared by Faires and Jackson) on your own. But I promise you, if you have anything in you that needs to shake, needs to shimmie, needs to drink, or needs to... well, you know... these songs will get inside you, rattle your bones, and boil your blood.
Honestly, when was the last time you heard a singer tell you to "go on and do it," and you really felt compelled to go on and do it, whatever "it" may be?
The eponymous album hits the shelves of Waterloo Records, 6th and Lamar, tomorrow, March 4, 2010. They'll be throwin' down at the Scoot Inn, 1308 East 4th Street, on March 12th to release the record on wax, and I'll be picking one up, just to see how killer they sound scratched over "Paul's Boutique." Maybe I'll pick up two copies. I'm pretty terrible at scratching.
