We were also heavily influenced by copious amounts of alcohol, fast food, fast cars, loose women, and hard men. But we're all grown up now; New Orleans, East Oakland and the great Northwest. Did we mention loose women...?
Sounds Like
You just got slapped in the face and had a orgasm at the exact same instant... go ahead, try and imagine that...
We're good lookin' and we put on a kick ass show... what else do you need to know...
Music Pick
L.A. Weekly, June 29-July 5, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Bimbo Toolshed at Mr. T’s Bowl
In this alternative universe in which Paris Hilton is the closest thing we have to Angela Davis, and dorky poseurs like Avril Lavigne and geeky dilettantes like Juliette Lewis are considered credible punk rockers, it’s nice to be reminded that there are genuine wild women out there, even if they’ve been neatly excised from popular culture and the airwaves — indie or otherwise. Bimbo Toolshed first came crawling out of the San Francisco underground in the mid-’90s, led by the irrepressibly boozy Swoopo Bravo, who still makes Amy Winehouse and the Detroit Cobras’ Rachel Nagy seem like Hilary Duff in comparison. Of course, the newly reunited Bimbos trade in a raucous, noisily impolite form of bike-messenger-celebrating gutter punk instead of retro R&B, powered by the jagged riffs of guitarist Shelley Cardiff. When Ms. Bravo howls, “I’m a chick with a lot of class/Everybody wants a piece of my ass,” she’s not making some ironic riot-grrl statement, especially when she concludes, “Don’t kick me out of bed because I puke in my sleep.” She’s not kidding — she’s just giving you fair warning. (Falling James) L.A. Weekly
I CANT BELIEVE I MISSED THE SHOW! but Liz called me around midnight so that i could share in the famous wailin' of Swoopo. bring the reunion to Tucson!
whew, i sure am glad that my drunken fool ass is not in those photos... however, you will have another stab this friday. bringing friends, laying waste... enough said!
