I’ve been holding out on using the popular pandemic phrase “life returning to normal” until Las Cazuelas reopens their salsa bar and Fuckemos play a show. While I still can’t ladle nine kinds of hot sauce on my tacos, mouths water over the return of Austin’s sludge punk miscreants. Spawned in 1992 when Russell Porter puked into the cultural petri-dish of punk, noise rock, and metal, Fuckemos took not-giving-a-fuck to new heights with their aburd lyrics, depraved vibes, and pitchshifted vocal belch. Prom punk offering “Do You Wanna Dance?” and fist-pumper “Ed the Creep” remain sing-alongs for twisted locals three decades on. The gravestone stompin’ hard rock of Sabbath Crow and delinquent country drinking songs of Dirty Charley Band set the stage.
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— Kevin Curtin
