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Owl Xounds / Grass Canyon / Black Irun Prison / Zirvez @ Don Pedro’s

Sunday, August 26th, 2007

Some delicious morsels of cacophony are being unfurled at Don Pedro’s out in Bushwick next Tuesday. Come for the pedal loops, stay for the static!
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[ Bands! ]
> Owl Xounds Exploding Galaxy Grass Canyon Black Irun Prisun Zurvez
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8PM / $5 / ALL AGES!
Friday, August 24th
@ Don Pedro’s —> http://myspace.com/donpedrosnyc
90 Manhattan Ave @ […]

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Brightside / Animandible / Lidia Stone / Organized Sports / Dr. Scientist @ Don Pedro’s

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

Some seriously spazzy dance shit headed your way this weekend. The Rats have gotten down with Animandible in the past (who did a ShowPaper benefit show, amongst others…), but now we’re turning Don Pedro’s into a full-fledged terrarium for the cultivation of such wriggly-rock-minded critters.
It’s all wet in here, you know? For the […]

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Aa (Big A little a) / Lullatone / Snakes Say Hisss! / The Huxtables @ Don Pedro’s

Tuesday, August 14th, 2007

Holy shit. I’m so excited about next Monday I could fucking explode.
Lullatone (the self-proclaimed champions of “Pajama Pop”) are coming aaaallllll the way from Japan to tour the states (check out their super-cute tour video down below), and their Brooklyn buddies, the big-time-drum-circle-rawkus machine known as Aa (but always explained as “Big A little […]

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We dream of un-confiscated forties, shit-cheap liquor off a plywood bar, smoking inside, bands in the backyard, in the basement, in the bathtub. Out of necessity, we do shows at venues that are pretty lenient by New York standards, but in a perfect world every show would happen at home (in this city of eternal roommates). To get to the nitty-gritty, if you have a space, and think music forcefully shoved inside might work for us both, drop us an email. We can use all shapes and sizes, from pretty little alleyways or back porches for an acoustic kind of good time, or an industrial-looking basement for around 100 kids to spazz the fuck out in…