Bob Log III

Bob Log III

Indigo Kidd, Same Sex Mary

Sat, April 28, 2018

Doors: 9:00 pm / Show: 9:30 pm (event ends at 12:30 am)

Las Vegas, NV

$10.00 - $12.00

This event is 21 and over

Bob Log III - (Set time: 11:30 PM)
Bob Log III
So when you see a man in a jumpsuit and full-face helmet rigged up with a telephone receiver come barreling down the honky-tonk stairs in a lifeboat while beating away on a hollow-body guitar, don’t get out of the way. Jump right in there with him. And as long as you live, you’ll never forget what he taught you.

-- Taipei Times December 2015

A man in a human cannonball suit soon appeared from a side door, his head completely obscured by a tinted black helmet, its front welded into a telephone which seemed to wirelessly amplify his voice to the audience. Bob Log III launched into a mind-blowing set, finger-picking his beaten-up black guitar for a sound of steel string blues and heavy rock n’ roll. The sound was reminiscent of Jon Spencer Blues Explosion if it had to be categorised, but his music would be better described as Jerry Lee Lewis crossed with a little of Tom Waits’ heavy industrial sounds.

-- yorkpress.co.uk 2012

His guitar growls like a rabies-infested mutt, straight from the backyard of an Alabama whorehouse. The expletives he squawks are absolutely unintelligible, at least while the groan of his six stringed demon viciously dominates the aural realm. When the blanket of perfectly distorted guitar ends, which always coincides with a great victory stance, Mr. Log displays his propensity for what is only describable as ‘not giving a fuck’, which in his case takes the form of the perfect stage presence.

-- beatsperminute.com 2012

Boobs were dipped in scotch, one fan took an accidental swan dive into the music equipment and Bob Log III managed to play slide guitar, drums and sing while balancing three women on his lap.

-- heyreverb.com 2011

Should you never have had the joy of seeing Bob Log III play, let me attempt to describe it for you: picture a man in a shiny blue jumpsuit and a pilot's helmet wired to a telephone receiver, playing slide guitar with all the dirty, scuzzy joy in his heart. Add to that a kick drum and foot cymbal, the myth of a monkey paw in place of a right hand, and a setlist that includes songs named Boob Scotch, Bubble Strut and My Shit Is Perfect, and you'll begin to get the gist. It is loud and strange and electrifying, and how ecstatic it all sounds, that guitar glazed with a kind of sublime and honey-dipped happiness.

-- theguardian.com 2011

One would have to be in a pretty foul mood not to be entertained by the mysterious awesomeness of Bob Log III. Sure, his musical skills are something to behold, his one-man-band brand of blues/Americana displaying dexterity, creativity, and plenty of good old rock ‘n’ roll, but then there’s his wacky persona. At Monday’s packed Union Hall gig, Mr. Log leapt from behind the curtain that functions as the stage door in his signature getup: a full suit with bits of gold teasing at the bottom, and a dark-glassed racing helmet with a phone receiver wired as a mic. After a quick intro jam he shed the formality to reveal his shimmering gold full body suit, the very rocket man the audience had been waiting for, and burst into “Goddam Sounds Good” off the recently released My Shit Is Perfect.

--theowlmag.com
Indigo Kidd - (Set time: 10:30 PM)
Indigo Kidd
Some bands meet at a concert, in college, through craigslist, or even get set up by Buzz Osbourne. Indigo Kidd, on the other hand, grew together. In a small agriculture town on the east side of Washington state called Yakima. The Bassist Dalton Willett and singer/ guitarist Eli Curtsinger have been playing and writing together since 2006. That doesn't really seem weird, until you realize that they were both around 13 years old at the time. So, like you can guess, they sucked and played Blink-182 rip offs for a couple years before discovering Nirvana and other Alternative music. They would recruit Eli's younger cousin Garrett Curtsinger to join their band in 2011, and the rest is history. They played as a band in high school, had a falling out, saw the world, lived life in different places, but inevitably came back to the group that worked the best.. It worked because it was never one very dedicated guy and two lackeys, or a singer/ songwriter combo accompanied by a friend. This band consists of three friends who were developed by each other's presence. They are a tight knit group, and the musical chemistry is just as strong as their chemistry as long time chums. Maybe that's the best part about this band. Most of the time, it seems that bands don't really get too interesting until you can see enough personality to process the dynamics of the group, and if there is one thing that Indigo Kidd isn't lacking, it's personality... Whether Garrett has just woken up from an anime binge hibernation, Dalton is scamming people with his rubrix cube, Eli got catfished again, or the whole band moves to Las Vegas because of the advice of a cynical writer they befriended at the coffee shop there is never really a dull moment with them. Even the band's exquisite art is made by their roommate/ aspiring graphic designer Alexis Lee. Have we inspired a sitcom yet? This band has been coined as Garage pop, dream pop, indie punk, and many others. They have also been likened to a "post-millennial Misfits" by KUNV 91.5 The Source and "Yakima's best band" by On Magazine of the Yakima Herald. That's just hype though, go see them yourself! And check out the recent release Mixed Tape For Senpai at indigokidd.com ... More releases TBA!
Same Sex Mary - (Set time: 9:30 PM)
Same Sex Mary
Like many large creatures, Same Sex Mary started as a small thing, and it only ate a boyfriend, a girlfriend and a handful of songs. It was cute. People liked it. But an electric guitar and an old Farfisa organ wasn't enough to tame the beast. It got hungry. It needed more. So while roaming the streets of downtown Las Vegas one night, Same Sex Mary found a barefoot guitarist with dancing fingers, and it gobbled him up (barefooted people can't run very fast). But the guitarist's hairy toes tickled on the way down and made Same Sex Mary thirsty. Luckily, it soon found a guy who had a tattoo proclaiming his love of beer, and it swallowed him whole, hoping he would be full of beer. Unfortunately he didn't have much beer in his belly and his afro was drier than that guitarist's hairy toes, but he tasted good. Same Sex Mary had heard somewhere that a good drummer goes best with a good bassist, so, this other night, as a popular bassist was arriving to a bar on his motorcycle, Same Sex Mary pounced again. The bassist never saw it coming, partially because there was no low-end rumble to alert him, and partially because his hair was in his eyes. But after eating that bassist Same Sex Mary had grown too big and loud to go sneaking up on anyone. When it was coming down the street everyone knew about it, even the newspapers. So instead of musicians, it started cornering and swallowing whole rooms of people. Some called it rock and roll … until they were in Same Sex Mary's belly (then they just called it dark). One day, it was looking for a comic book store and accidentally walked into a recording studio, where it crossed paths with the feared Same Sex Mary-eating tape machine. The fight lasted about a week, but when the dust and guitar strings settled, Same Sex Mary found itself consumed by the tape machine, who was pregnant at the time with a baby reel of magnetic recording tape. Well, months passed, and the tape machine gave birth to a big fat vinyl record. If Same Sex Mary were a folk rock band from Nevada and not a mythical creature, it would probably tell you the record was named "Sex Cells" and their friend who wrote their bio was on drugs. However, that's not the case, because Same Sex Mary isn't even real. Sorry, kids.
Venue Information:
Bunkhouse
124 South 11th Street
Las Vegas, NV, 89101