oh holy fuck! and no I haven't been drinking... well, okay, yeah, I have... but my point stands...

We just saw Dusty Santamaria at East End.

Oh.
My.
Gawd.

No, seriously. They're fucking AMAZING. And yes I admit I've been drinking, but not enough to be diverted from the Primary Directive: search for a band that hits the trifecta:

(a) I like them
(b) my husband likes them
(c) the crowd likes them

Usually we get at best ONE of three, but in this case... slam dunk! or is it hat trick? Shit, I'm SO not qualified for sports metaphors.

This band makes me want to pepper my sentences with expletives, as in "slam fucking dunk!" and "rock and goddammed fucking roll!"

I went because my guitarist works with two of the guys in the band, it was their first show (!!!!!) and I was sent to find out what the venue was like and if they were any good. So yeah. Venue's fine. Actually, its better than last time I was there (I think it was the Rabbit Hole then, maybe?).

But The band? Holy fuck! I was blown away! This is what rock n' roll is supposed to be.

Husband and I drove home discussing how best to describe them. Surf punk? 50s nuevo-rock? The Mermen covering INXS? Soundtrack to the bastard love child of Jarmusch and Tarentino? Husband said "modern version of The Modern Lovers" which admittedly I had to look up online.

The only link I could find for them was this one from myspace, and awesome as it is, it does not do their live show justice.

Seriously, just go see them.