Showing posts with label No Bunny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label No Bunny. Show all posts

Monday, June 14, 2010

Photos: The Spits, No Bunny, The Points, Hollywood

The Spits
Last Thursday night The Spits roared into town, giant red-eyed skull and all, and played Sonar with Nobunny, The Points, and Hollywood. This show was a great party in every regard, with killer sounds to accompany the antics. Nobunny are always a good time as you can see from the photos, and The Spits' version of sludged-out no-wave punk rock was fantastic as well.

Valerie shot the whole affair, and you can peep the full set below.

The Spits
The Spits

The Spits

Nobunny
Nobunny

Nobunny

The Points
The Points

Hollywood
Hollywood


Photos by Valerie

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Photo Review:
Jay Reatard and No Bunny at the Ottobar















Photos by Chrissy

After a 2 hour power nap, the result of an all day free beer hook up at the Fells Point Festival, I stumbled on down to the Ottobar Saturday just in time to catch No Bunny and Jay Reatard. Immediately as I walked into the club, No Bunny's lead singer was dangling next to me only to have his red tighty whitey's pulled down in front of my face.

Now, I'll go ahead and say that I'm not the type of dude that enjoys male butts in my face. But, just two songs in and I was already sure I had a new favorite band for the evening. From here on out, their show provided me with exactly what I'd expect based off this totally NSFW arrival to the Ottobar. The photo set below is SFW, by the way.

No Bunny didn't invent the wheel in regard to any type of genre, but they sure as hell put on a full set of raunchy garage rock splendor. Think King Khan crossed with Nodzzz, and mash that up with some Replacements, and voila... you've got No Bunny. The band was awesomely rowdy, parading around the set in a sloppy yet effective manner. Their LP Love Visions is certainly worth your time, as is catching these guys next go around.

Jay Reatard took the stage to a properly prepped crowd, and quickly ripped through a set full of all the goods. Dude is a prolific songwriter, having already poured out a full on catalog of singles fit for those that have been in the business for decades. His live set lacked the bells and whistles of production and added glitz, but made up for it with pure guitar riff power. His songs sounded great as a three piece, and he was probably more deserving of playing an encore than the crowd made it sound with their weak and awkward concluding applause.