Also tonight is Club Pop’s ghoulishly premature Halloween party featuring Fist Fite, Joey Casio, the Knast, a special performance by Bizerk, and resident DJs Colby B and Glitterpants. It’s 18+ as always, $8 before 11pm, $10 after, and it’s a benefit for the Bikery.

Here’s what I’ve said about joey Casio in the past:

Joey Casio used to live in the filthiest punk house I’ve ever seen down in Olympia. Once, a roommate there came home to find a pair of raccoons rooting around in her bedroom. I heard another guy who lived there peed in jars and saved his urine. But this isn’t about urine or raccoons, this is about Mr Casio, the one-man party starting machine. Joey’s always been an energetic performer and a talented beatmaker, but he’s only gotten better and better over the last several years, and last night’s Club Pop was maybe the perfect place to see him play. The (18 and up) kids of Club Pop come ready to dance, and Joey obligingly delivered plenty of gleefully bent electro made just for that purpose.

Here’s what I’ve said about Fist Fite:

First, let me say that the opening band, Fist Fite, were bullshit. The band consisted of an apparently competent drummer and a severely amateurish keyboard player/vocalist who occasionally sang or screamed but mostly pulled goofy faces. Their songs were half formed and weak (it was apparently their first show). They advertised CD-Rs for sale that weren’t theirs but instead were recordings of the band they were in before this one. Brilliant.

Here’s what Fist Fite said about me:

Have you guys ever been to downtown canada? Dj Eric Fucking in the Streets from Seattle is thinking about moving there. Little does he know, that to get there you have to ride the back of dolphin while sexing up it’s sex parts. Little does he also know, a shark will soon emerge from the water showing off it’s glimmering white fangs in the hot magical sun. Little does he ALSO know, that no one has ever made it to downtown canada and he will die a horrible death along the way. or he’ll get fucked by mer-men. which is you know, a mermaid with a huge dick.

Me again:

Aw, that’s sweet, guys. A little zoophilic/homophobic, but sweet. To the band’s credit, their recorded songs sound pretty good, like a cross between fellow Portland synth punks Point Line Plane and the demented no wave of Les George Leningrad. Maybe they were just having first-show nerves last time.

And finally:

Actually pretty good if you like synth thrash, punk prog, and literally phoned-in screams. During the odd halftime breakdown, the band’s stomping rock drums, ominous keyboards, and scuzzy bass actually sounded a little like Justice’s horror-disco anthems.