Because of the new goth punk band I’m in as part of the Not Enough Festival, I’ve been listening to an absurd amount of super depressing music over the past several weeks. I caught myself falling into a dark flaming pit of despair today, desperately seeking to reach the precious velvet rope meant solely to lift me back into the light (YES, WAY TOO MUCH GOTH). That rope, as it has been for the past 15 years or so, is pop punk.
Putting on Screeching Weasel’s Boogadaboogadaboogada worked wonders on my mood and completely saved my weekend. Yeah, I love goth. Yeah, I love Siouxsie. But I fucking love The Weasel even more, so much more that I’m letting Jess Lanzillo give me a Weasel stick-and-poke tattoo as soon as I can peel her away from fests for long enough to visit me in Portland. I want my weasel leaning up against a brick wall smoking a cigarette and… you get the idea.
Anyway, there was a show tonight put on by my friends Sheana and Marlena, who have this really rad booking collective called Punkstart My Heart. They are the only bookers in town who focus on putting on shows exclusively featuring bands that are comprised of girls, homos and people of color. They are doing such amazing things for our city, and I’m so psyched that they have done so many shows this summer… if only we could convince more local queers to leave their comfort zones of dance parties and come back home to punk rock. Where did ya’ll go???
So The Homewreckers played, and they were exactly what I needed – upbeat bratty pop punk played by girls and queers, fast drums and power chords! If they are passing through your town and you’re deeply entrenched in end-of-summer depression spiked with rediscovering your pseudo-goth roots (or if you just wanna fucking dance), go check them out, give em a few bucks and buy their 7″!
Here’s a video from a show they played in San Francisco.
