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This Little Underground

Our live music columnist checks out Sonic Graffiti, Queen Beef and Luscious Lisa

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Christopher Garcia

Once school no longer dictates the rhythm of your life, summer’s a bummer. Oh, sure, the flora and fauna are ballin’, but it’s the bane of culture. So, thank you for the good new Florida acts that woke things up this week.

The Beat

The first one was a total surprise. New St. Pete trio Sonic Graffiti (Aug. 13, Will’s Pub), of whom I was completely unaware, played Orlando for the first time. The twin brother-fronted band rips a wild, freewheeling kind of traditional rock & roll that, sadly, isn’t in particular favor right now. But for me, it’s always in season. And these cats are straight in my book, because they crank it up, kick it out and shoot for the rafters with real abandon. Channeling the almighty MC5, their garage-scraped, blues-licked proto-punk is some primal-howl, true-believer stuff. It’s raw but big, with just enough guitar heroics to rock, not wank. And it’s one sweet bomb of grease, cacophony and thickness. Until they make it down I-4 again to sweat it out, check their new EP for free on their Bandcamp page (sonicgraffiti.bandcamp.com) and start getting amped.

Hunx and His Punx shows are always a guaranteed spectacle. The most recent one (Aug. 14, the Social) was in many ways a terrible set, but Hunx’s outsized personality carried it as usual.

Click the photo below to see a gallery from Hunx and His Punx's and Hunters' sets:

But apparently, Florida has its own Hunx in Michael O’Hara, the frontman for St. Augustine opener Queen Beef. In fact, their gay garage-punk template – real punk ethos captained by queer charisma and humor – is strikingly similar to the Punx. Even tighter than the Punx, their powerful, gutsy torque is a great dynamic foil to O’Hara’s prancing flamboyance.

The tightest performance of the night, however, was delivered by Brooklyn’s Hunters. There’s some fun and play in their presence, but they were much more serious in sonic intent than anyone else on the bill. Like a more punk-revved Sonic Youth, their hot fuse of noise and punk rock set them apart in size, style and kick. Between their stiff focus, penetrating drive and physical performance, this young band radiates an undeniable prime-time quality.

With a name like Caribou King (Aug. 17, Uncle Lou’s), you gotta figure it has to be heavy. And indeed the new local band going by it is. Still, their bluesy stoner rock – which sounds a little like the Sword’s more chill little bro who hasn’t quite filled out yet – seems like it wants to be heavier than what I saw. At least it should if it really wants to be all it can be. The vocals, for instance, need to grow some more chest hair or just be de-emphasized altogether. Most importantly, though, they need to spread their sonics on thicker – the thicker, the better. But, luckily, those are just tweaks, not a wholesale redraft. They more or less have the songs, they just need more brawn to send that shit home right.

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