Here’s what’s happening tonight (there’s a lot, hang in there…):

First of all, there’s Akimbo’s CD release at the Comet. With the Assailant and Android Hero (members of BlöödHag), it’s sure to get really sweaty, sticky, and loud. Jeff Kirby went on tour with the band and he came back alive (minus a few pounds from all the vomiting) and he wrote a great story about the band, which you can read in its entirety here.

Fifty miles outside of Missoula, Montana, one of the back tires on Akimbo’s tour van blows out on a two-lane bridge. The van fishtails across both lanes and almost crashes into the wall. The flapping tire tread pulls out the fuel line that goes into the tank, and the van immediately fills with the smell of gasoline. We get out to change the busted tire, but soon find the jack doesn’t go high enough to get the van off the ground, so we’re forced to search the sides of the highway for flat, discarded wood scraps and rocks we can rest the jack on. The air outside is thick with a putrid smell, and as we scavenge in the roadside ditch, we find it lined with the carcasses of dead deer.

There’s also:

THE MENTORS, PURE HATRED (CD RELEASE), UNDERDOSE, FORTH YEER FRESHMAN
(Funhouse) A sort of performance-based degenerative disease, the Mentors have, since 1977, been one of the most aggressively puerile bands in the world. Springing from the cradle of none other than Roosevelt High School (not quite as esteemed by the school administration as the girls’ basketball team, no doubt) right around the birth of punk rock, the Mentors forged an id-drunk style of viciously misanthropic performance punk more loose and naturalistic than the too-eager extolments of their contemporary G. G. Allin. Though the intensity of their shows’ assault may have cooled somewhat since former singer/Mentors mouthpiece El Duce died under the wheels of a train in 1997, those not inclined to becoming potential victims of/parties to degrees of public sexual assault may want to stay close to the door. SAM MICKENS

TALBOT TAGORA, THE LAST SLICE OF BUTTER, LITTLE PARTY AND THE BAD BUSINESS
(Old Fire House) Talbot Tagora were supposed to play the Capitol Hill Block Party last month, and I was so excited to finally see whatever the hell it is they do. Even they don’t know what they do, describing themselves as “an annoying repetitive mess” on their MySpace page. But sadly they canceled the Block Party show the day of. They got stuck in traffic or their van broke down or a tire went flat or something else happened transportation-wise that had to do with them being unable to make it. Sucktown, USA. But now here’s another chance to see them live, and I know trekking over to Redmond sounds about as fun as giving yourself a hysterectomy, but it just might be worth it. Talbot Tagora are right about being messy, only not annoyingly so. They’re fantastically messy. Check out the few songs on their MySpace. “Lady Meeting” combines all the highest moments of the Beatles’ later years, while “Guitar Strap” is a lot more strident with piercing staccato guitar. “I Am Henry Rollins” is my favorite, though: weirdly spooky with vocals low in the mix under a turbulent wall of noise. MEGAN SELING

Also, the International Pop Overthrow starts at the Sunset tonight with Tripwires, Sterling Loons, Stuperhero, Small Change, Young Sportsmen, the Scheme, and more!

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