Venues stop the downtown nightlife ordinance from crushing Orlando’s music scene … for now
This Little Underground
Published: September 4, 2013
But even though the Council bounced it back to the DDB demanding more inclusion in the process, don’t accept that as a given. Like I said when this story first bubbled up, get yourself into the discussion. Contact DDB executive director Thomas Chatmon (firstname.lastname@example.org) or assistant director David Barilla (email@example.com). If that doesn’t work, Commissioner Sheehan offered the sway of her office to get answers (firstname.lastname@example.org). The process is effectively starting over so make sure they do it right or else defeat it … again.
Speaking of the lifeblood that small venues provide, the tips I’d received about the Dog Apollo (Aug. 28, Will’s Pub) turned out to be justified, and then some. The Jacksonville band does a sunnier take on stately, Brit-influenced, early-millennial indie rock. Their well-crafted, heart-rich music is sonorous, ringing and romantic. And they have the ability to get nice and big with some screaming heights that’ll take you by sweet, breathless surprise. It’s high-quality indie rock that’s impressive, complete and ready for the next level. Listen for free (thedogapollo.bandcamp.com).
A couple solid Savannah bands brought some punk heat (Aug. 25, Uncle Lou’s). Wet Socks are a two-piece that plumbs the deep, throbbing wormhole of psychedelic garage punk. And their performance was wildfire. Sauna Heat was similarly thick and acid-washed, but with more snarl.
But local freak-punkers the Rot Guts, who opened, are starting to cut deeper. Their truly, refreshingly warped perspective is what makes their music vibrate with raw spark and spontaneity. And because singer-guitarist Danny McGuire is really letting his color fly now, that pulse is starting to hammer more loudly, making them one of city’s most singular bands right now. Shine on, you crazy diamonds.
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