FRIDAY
May 26 -
SATURDAY
May 27, 2017
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Colonel Records presents:
REAL COOL TIME ATL EDITION
FRIDAY MAY 26
The Rock*A*Teens
Predator
Faux Ferocious
Pleather
8:00 PM
SATURDAY MAY 27
Bad Sports
All Night Drug Prowling Wolves
Golden Pelicans
Illegal Drugs
8:00 PM
GAJA DAY SHOW / 3:00 PM
GG King
Unknown Sender
Paralyzer
SUNDAY MAY 28:
Montana's Trailho Pop Up at GAJA

Dinos Boys
The Tough Shits
JP5
$30
ADVANCE

$30
DAY OF SHOW
FRIDAY May 26, 2017
doors open at
7:00pm
Predator | Faux Ferocious | Pleather
SATURDAY May 27, 2017
doors open at
8:00pm
Golden Pelicans | Illegal Drugs
Bad Sports
Texas trio Bad Sports release their fourth full-length to Dirtnap and with it, push their sound into a more modern sphere of punk. Orville Neeley (guitars / vocals), Daniel Fried (bass / vocals) and Gregory Rutherford (drums) have spent over ten years together and the progression is justified.

This time, the production quality is more lean and tense, giving an air that is decidedly frustrated, more world-weary. And not to say that this isn’t an enjoyable listen – it’s just not the kind of record to pogo in a pit and shotgun a beer to. Bad Sports has grown in substance.There’s a balance to keeping enough of the old and forging ahead with the new to remain relevant and compelling.

Fans will find much to get enthusiastic over and feel invigorated about as Bad Sports is still great at simply being a stripped-down classic-leaning punk band with deep power-pop vs. proto-punk feelings. Make no mistake, though: Bad Sports are not a “retro” band. Constant Stimulation is simply a timeless-yet-modern masterpiece, that sounds like it could have come out of just about any era of rock, but is also as NOW as anything else currently out there.

Their history with its Texas peers of the same ilk paired along with their time spent in projects like OBN III’s, Radioactivity, Wax Museums and VIDEO (among others), has served Bad Sports well. They’ve honed themselves into being a complicated and calculating rock machine instead of just a talented party band, dishing out fuzzed-out fury, chugging chords and yelled vocals. Now, there’s a little more finesse and more care taken to let Neeley’s words and voice ring out; as close to sing-singing the band has come on a record.

There’s a general nimble brightness to the production, throughout. Gone are the days of fuzz and total distortion making the songs into jumping fleas from one track to the next. Adding a little pacing and extending their palette – the lazy chug in “Everything We Wanted” is fed by ample tremolo and loiters in its own 90s slacker rock vibe while “Ode to Power” and “Constant Stimulation” could be intertwined among the tracklists of the newest Rolling Blackouts C.F. or Shame records – equalizes things a bit because the main chunk of this record is straight-up punk, fed on busted pieces of guitar strings and broken drumsticks. It’s lean and tough.

2012’s King of the Weekend and 2013’s Bras was love (and lackthereof)-focused, covered in equal parts, sweat, lipstick, beer, grime and glitter. Granted, there are little flashes of heartbreak thrown in on Constant Stimulation, but not quite like before. This record moreso broils and stews over a response to the modern world and its eroding and addling effects, kicking its lyrics out to be heard clearly. No track exemplifies this better than the title track on which Neeley sings, “I need constant stimulation in my ears and in my eyes or I don’t sleep at night…deprivation chambers only worsen my dreams.” Maybe this more spaciously spare sound is their response to that veritable constant stimulation. Welcome to the modern age.
ALL NIGHT DRUG PROWLING WOLVES
All Night Drug Prowling Wolves
What can we say, no love is lost, I know I'm innocent, make it nice, look twice, save a life, where we've been, I said I'm sorry, maybe tomorrow, the story of a boy, beat this thing, honestly, get down songs, I don't wanna go, drank Irish, cider piss, guts, crotches, red and black, zip up boots, I can't wait, another day, kneel and pray, drinks and things, good ambitions, a bible, a belt, I fell in love, with a feeling, pants, that don't fit me, old shoes, beats, customers, hidden spots, who I sing for, men, women, clash, guided by voices, all night drug prowling wolves, make it right, you need this, a night to remember, be well.
Golden Pelicans
Orlando's Oldest Pile Of Trash
Illegal Drugs
Illegal Drugs is a four piece that formed in fall of 2014. Since then the band has cultivated a loyal Atlanta fan base, and a reputation for loud, energetic shows.

Listening to Illegal Drugs, an audience is quickly captivated by the riff-driven hard rock sounds of the four piece. John Robinson's visceral delivery of catchy guitar leads and vocal hooks shroud the songwriter's cerebral intent to produce catchy, anthemic songs. The energetic, sometimes reckless guitar playing of Joe Hardwick is intrinsically matched with Shane Patrick's forceful, deliberate drum beats and the heavy growl of Tom O'Neill's bass lines. The Atlanta based group is fundamentally rock and roll with influences including post-punk, grunge, and goth-rock. Borrowing from many points on the rock spectrum, Illegal Drugs are at once relentlessly fierce and light heartedly danceable.

Their first full length album is due to be released in early October 2016.
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