The Hype: On the brink of releasing their first full-length album, Fullerton's My Pet Saddle are one of those bands that have no problem drawing a flash mob of local fans to whatever stage they happen to land on. And we're always hoping they'll throw out a new batch of old-sounding sonic gems in their set.
a prime setting to practice new material. They were joined by the
face-painted bluesy thrash duo Death Hymn Number 9. Both bands happen to be veterans of our Locals Only column. (EDITOR'S NOTE: We're going to have to remind our readers that Miguel Gomez of the band My Pet Saddle called our Web Editor/Trendzilla columnist a “chink” and “cunt” via e-mail–the band's official e-mail address, we might add–for saying his fedora was popular.)
The Show: Diving headlong into a rough and tumble barrage of '60s garage riffs and rousing gang vocals, My Pet Saddle's performance commanded drunken war cries from their die-hard friends and fans, who filled up the tiny dance floor just beyond the stage. Though they've played a decent share of House of Blues gigs and LA hipster dens in the past year, they looked right at home under the bar's gritty, crimson light.
and booking agent for the Sunday night showcases at Continental. ) Instead, tracks like “I Reckon You're Gonna Die” are laced with satanic twanging, big-beat thuds and the raw intensity that comes through their sparse, off-mic vocals. Imagine the Black Keys on crack and covered in face paint and you kinda get an idea of where these guys are coming from. We've heard whisperings about the band getting a new singer…while we're interested to hear what that would sound like is it really possible for a front man (or woman) to get a lyric in edgewise over all this chaos?