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10.03 | $12 adv | doors 8pm | 21+

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Tacocat
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One of the weirdest things humans do is to classify half of all humans as niche. As though women’s shit isn’t real
shit—as though menses and horses and being internet-harassed aren’t as interesting as beer-farts and monster trucks
and doing the harassing. That’s why Tacocat is radical: not because a female-driven band is some baffling novelty, but
because they’re a group making art about experiences in which gender is both foregrounded and neutralized. This
isn’t lady stuff, it’s people stuff. It’s normal. It’s nothing and everything. It’s life.

The four actual best friends—Emily Nokes (vocals, tambourine), Eric Randall (guitar), Lelah Maupin (drums), and Bree
McKenna (bass)—came together in their teens and early baby twenties and coalesced into a band eight years ago, and
you can feel that they’ve built both their lives, and their sound, together. Hanging out with Tacocat and listening to
Tacocat are remarkably similar experiences, like the best party you’ve ever been to, where, instead of jostling for
social position, everyone just wants to eat candy and talk about Sassy Magazine, sci-fi, cultural dynamic shifts, and
bad experiences with men.

Tacocat’s third studio album, Lost Time (an X-Files reference, doy), is their first with producer Erik Blood. “I would
describe him generally as a beautiful wizard,” Nokes said, “who, in our opinion, took the album to the next level.
Wizard level.” Blood’s sounds are wide and expansive, bringing a fullness to the band’s familiar sparkling snarl. The
Tacocat of Lost Time are triumphantly youthful but also plainspoken and wise, as catchy as they are substantive.
“Men Explain Things to Me” eviscerates male condescension with sarcastic surf guitar. On “The Internet,” they swat
away trolls with an imperiousness so satisfying you want to transmogrify it into a sheetcake and devour it: “Your place
is so low/Human mosquito.”

One of feminism’s biggest hurdles has always been that it isn’t allowed to be fun. Tacocat gives that notion precisely
the credence that it deserves, ignoring it altogether and making fun, funny, unselfconscious pop songs about the shit
they’re genuinely obsessing or groaning over: Plan B, night swimming, high school horse girls (“they know the
different breeds of all their favorite steeds!”), the bridge-and-tunnel bros who turn their neighborhood into a toilet
every weekend. And, eight years in, Tacocat have built something bigger than themselves. They’ve fostered a feminist
punk scene in Seattle so fertile it’s going national and rendering the notion of the “girl band” even more laughable
than it already was. There are no “girl bands” in Seattle anymore. There are just bands and everyone else. “Women,”
Nokes jokes. “They’re just like us!”

http://www.tacocatdotcom.com/


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Daddy Issues
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Daddy Issues has mastered the art of keeping it real. The band was originally conceived as a parody Twitter account by three close friends — Jenna Moynihan, Jenna Mitchell, and Emily Maxwell — who decided to turn their 140-character wit into three-minute pop songs. Thus, Daddy Issues was born. Their music lies somewhere between witchy grunge and surf glam– kind of like what the girls from The Craft would sound like if they had opted to start a band instead of Invoking The Spirit. Their lyrics center on a young every-woman who celebrates small acts of rebellion while crushing on boys with blue hair.

Daddy Issues became somewhat of an internet sensation after they caught the ear of local label Infinity Cat Recordings, who posted their song “Ugly When I Cry” on Soundcloud. 200K hits later (and only six months after learning their instruments), the band was off to Austin, TX as an official SXSW artist. Now that they’re back home, it’s finally time for Daddy Issues to get physical.

Can We Still Hang is the first tape in the 2nd annual Infinity Cat Cassette Series and a punch in the face to the patriarchy. It‘s full of grungy earworms that take equal inspiration from Veruca Salt and Taylor Swift– like their half-bratty, half-empowered first single, “The Bruise.” Can We Still Hang pays homage to the rise of sad girl culture, without taking itself too seriously. This one goes out to all the Creepy Girls living in a Shitty World!

https://daddyissuesnc.bandcamp.com/


http://www.daddyissuesband.com/

 

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Queen of Jeans
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Queen of Jeans is a female-fronted quartet from South Philadelphia. With 60’s girl group-influenced vocal harmonies and textured melodic pop instrumentation, the Queens seamlessly blend the best of denimcore and crockpot pop. They’re also probably your mom’s favorite band, but they don’t like to make a big deal out of it. Queen of Jeans is Miriam Devora, Matheson Glass, Nina Scotto & Patrick Wall.

http://www.queenofjeans.net/


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Pouty
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https://poutypouty.bandcamp.com/


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