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There’s some strangely named sub-genres of music out there. There’s “freak folk,” “shitgaze,” “crunk,” “merenhouse,” “bachatango,” “deathcore” and “sludge metal.”
And then there’s “flower punk,” which is exactly how Atlanta’s Black Lips describe their music. And you know, it actually does kind of sound like what you think “flower punk” would sound like: A mellowed out garage rock, jangly, rough, youthful and carefree.
Black Lips were once known for their anything but mellow live stage show—in fact, they were known for onstage puke fests; live, self-inflicted injuries (and the subsequent squirtage of blood); making out with each other; making out with audience members; using their genitalia to strum their guitars; spitting everywhere. And believe us when we say no one was safe from their bodily fluids—no one.
Sanitary it wasn’t, but entertaining it was. But don’t let that deter you from catching Black Lips live: They’ve since toned down (which we’re kind of sad about) but the dirty grunge and low growls remain.
Black Lips: Wed., Jan. 20, 10 p.m., $15. Detroit Bar, 843 W. 19th St., Costa Mesa, 949.642.0600. 21+. They also play Fri., Jan. 22 at the Glass House, 200 W. 2nd St., Pomona, 909.865.3802. All ages. $12.
