Back-to-Cool Bash at Bey's, baby

Whoa, I know! Another Get Wets ballyhoo of brew-ha-ha at Bey's, baby!
...It's the Back-to-Cool Bash fer those who got the party rash that only the Get Wets can scratch...with special guests the Dirty White from frantic Florence, SC...dig it baby!

I'll let the mighty fine local press, the Free Times, finish up the story mornin' glory:

"While they might not be the tightest band around, surf-punk upstarts
the Get Wets make up for any lack of musical ambition with a self-aware hyperactivity and a layer of ironic cool that seals the deal. And they know their stuff — the group plays a slew of classic surf rock covers with glorious abandon. It’s a back-to-school party with no thinking involved. The Dirty White, from Florence, opens; the noisy trio blends Dischord-influenced chord progressions with alt-rock stomp and bizarre tunings." -K. Petersen
Bey’s: 9 p.m., free; 255-2996.

Summer Breeze Fun Fest

the Get Wets live at the Love Shack!
...House Par-tee, baby!



Summertime house show with Columbi-Yeah's Premier Party Pounders, the Get Wets...come get soaked, shout and work it on out with all yer sunny friends!
...sure to be a wet'n'wild time, baby!

Cocktail Commotion: the Rum Summer

There's something curious, something captivatin', something down right cool about a crazy spirituous concoction...that's what all this commotion is about, baby...My soirees into dipsomaniac delight and drinks that I just plain dig...so on with the openin' act:

It's no secret that I'm pretty hip to the Hunter S.-lifestyle (that's a reference to the Doctor of Gonzo, ya dig) and all the wild ways of this world that the man and the myth revealed to me in his writin'...mostly his magnificent, semi-fictional send-up of life as an American journalist in the glory-days of loco Puerto Rico (& my obligatory summer read), the Rum Diary. To truly feel the scene I make it a point to relax it up with the relief of some of my own rum-yum action...something as sweet as the season, something I call the Rum Summer!

Here's how it shakes, baby:

- Light Rum of choice (I'm kinda partial to Ron Rico...watchin' the wallet, 'natch)
- real-deal Sweet Tea (i.e. not tea that ya shot up with sugar...it's gotta be brewed with sugar baby)
- fresh Lemon Juice

Get yerself an easy-breezy rocks glass (with plenty o' rocks...yer frozen aqua cubes fer the uninitiated) and toss in one part rum and one part sweet tea...give it a swirl & a dash of the lovely lemon juice...let the summer fun set sail...this beaut of a beverage can kick ya into gear and bring ya to the edge of the Fear...I'm sure Hunter would be proud...

...stay tuned fer more red-eye recipes...til then, sip away baby!

Wetter & Better: the Get Wets Goods...& other garageslop goin's ons

Wow, the wildness just keeps whirlin' around fer the Get Wets... If yer hip ya already know that Logan (aka DB) has rejoined the loopy group on the organs and we're gearin' up fer our fourth live, graceless get-down in Cola-town (which also happens to be our second show underground, at el Whig)... & to slop the pops with a cherry on top, we are rarin' & darin' to drop some of our soul magic to the magnetic-tape in July (prepare yer hearin'-pipes, humanity!!) ...Like Wow, indubitably.

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And on the flipside of the 45, wanted to beep everybody to the blast I had with my cohort in slop'n'bop crime (Ms. Anna) at the Milestone Club in Queen City, NC...
It was in fact the rare and rabid sightin' of the beast they call Nobunny!!!
But to get good & primed we were treated to the primitive and peppy poundin's of Pinche Gringo ...man can he (with some help from his friends) really go-go, baby!
Even tried to make a deal with the Mr. Gringo to get him and the gang back down Columbi-Yeah's way fer some acción salvaje! Keep those fingers-flossed, kids!



Then like the Muppets gone mad, Nobunny & his hairy horde took the audience on a boppin' and bonkers rollick through the great rock'n'roll wilderness...I bopped a lil too much (my neck still ain't forgiven me), but boy was it ever a ball!



Nobunny himself swiped my very lighter to ignite the on-stage pyro...& I wasn't even expectin' special effects!! ...this kid gives the great shakes and lets the party people know punky pop still has a place in this weirdo world! Another group ya just gotta see live in a dive (nothin' knockin' the anti-glam of the Milestone, baby)...take it if ya can make it, kids...y'all can thank me later.

& yeah, I also saw a few songs by the salient Spits, but there was just too much smoke, choke and meatheaded-maulin' fer my taste...but altogether a real wild time worth the ride across the border.

Like Wild! the Mondellos Meet the Get Wets

LIKE WILD!

See the Mondellos make mincemeat out of yer primitive passions!
See the Get Wets grope madly at yer immature inclinations!

...the kind of carnal and savage thing that before ya could only see in the pages of Nat'l Geographic!

& the world waits with baited, beer-stench'd breath...fer the rendezvous of raunch at el Whig! ...oh mother nature, do ya know no sin??

Watch in terror, June 19th...fer absolutely no scratch!


UPDATE: the Get Wets get press! ...a lil write-up action about the show from our friends over at the Free Times in the week of June 16 issue:

The Get Wets — Call it rhythm and booze, call it slop ‘n’ bop, call it ga-raunch. Call it what you will, but the Get Wets purvey a brand of extra-scuzzy, extra-raunchy, extra-wild brand of peppy, primitive garage rock (think ‘60s garage progenitors the Sonics) that’s heavy on fuzz bass, primal screams and punky pop tunes. It’s good for what ails you, and it’ll get you go-go dancing in no time flat. Similarly sloppy Atlanta garage-rock act the Mondellos open, and their brand of Tobacco Road-via-Bikini Beach surf-stomp is as potent as it comes.
P. Wall
The Whig: 11 p.m., free; 931-8852, thewhig.org

it's a Sud-sloshin' Subterranean Southeastern Slop Showdown, y'all!