As the lead singer of Rock & Roll Hall of Fame inductees The Ronettes, Ronnie pioneered a female daringness & performance style that did not previously exist. With their sexually-charged persona, The Ronettes were the first women in rock to do for boys in the audience what Elvis did for girls.
MILK 'N' COOKIES
Milk 'N' Cookies from New York were active during the 1970's and have now achieved considerable cult status for contributions in the area where pop, glam, and proto-punk overlap. They re-united to play Radio Heartbeat in NY in 2005, but haven't made a West Coast appearance since 1978!
Reigning Sound's Greg Cartwright might posses songwriting talents equal to those of masters like Jagger & Richards. Memphis drenched rock albums like "Time Bomb High School" and "Too Much Guitar" could be modern day masterpieces likened to "Exile" and "Sticky Fingers".
SHANNON & THE CLAMS
Shannon & the Clams are from Oakland, California and comprised of Shannon Shaw, Cody Blanchard, and Nate Mahan. Their music contains syncopation and spells that have sent many listeners into a voodoo trance. Of those possessed, few have been able to break free and regain conscience clarity.
After leaving the all-female LA band, The Pandoras, in the '80s, Kim Shattuck switched over to guitar and formed the Muffs in 1991 with bassist Ronnie Barnett. Most recently they picked up drummer extraordinaire Roy MacDonald, from Redd Kross, who completes this high energy power trio!
The often amorous, and occasionally frightening NOBUNNY has been captivating audiences of dedicated fans and new believers since Easter 2001. The raucous rabbit's music is an intoxicating concoction of all the rights and wrongs that make up the heart and soul of real rock n roll.
Leave it to The Phantom Surfers to release an instrumental surf record without any music, or singing. "Rock Stardom for Dumbshits" is a how-to for making it in the music industry. Bands are offered advice on how to compromise everything they believe in for the chance of making a living as a real musician.
Sometimes operating under the moniker DIY TIL EYE DIE, The Bananas are Sacramento, California's best and worst kept secret. This power trio consisting of Mike, Marie, and Scott Banana will always be the best band to rock any party on the face of the planet.
POOKIE & THE POODLEZ
On the hottest day of the year, an underwear-clad front man screamed into a yellow telephone receiver living a second life as a microphone. Burger Records' Pookie and the Poodlez ruled the show with a 60's semi-surf punk sound, combined with the grit of the Ramones and the poppy harmonies of the Monkees.
Summer Twins are sisters Chelsea and Justine Brown. They write dreampop and rock 'n roll songs. They formed in 2008 with a focus on singing pop harmonies atop garage rock inspired by the '50s and '60s. Now in their early twenties, Summer Twins play live with Michael Rey on bass. They are signed to Burger Records.
La Sera is the brand new project of Katy Goodman. She has released two full length albums on Hardly Art Records delivering a one-two punch, a rip of rolling snare that sends listeners off in a speeding fast rollercoaster car of excitement! The music is sometimes aggressive; almost a soundtrack to a lost drive-in movie classic.
Last year's Pear, the latest from soul/garage/pop genius Danny James, is a prime example just how fruitful genre schizophrenia can be. Lying somewhere between Joe Jackson, The Brothers Johnson and The Move, James surprises the listener at every turn with his versatility and pop sensibility.
In 2000, Alberto Wauters left Uruguay to live in a basement in Queens. Two years later he called his son, Juan, to join him. Working at a factory, and with no friends to speak of, Juan turned to music. With his debut Wauters dreams big, sings rad, and films some pretty cool music videos to accompany.
The perfect date for Chad? It's really simple. "We're in the desert or the mountains and we get along and have great conversations. We're blasting music and we like the same music. The things we would listen to most would be Grateful Dead, Black Sabbath and Love. That's pretty much all I need."
A white mold smear. A parking lot. Some crusty stuff. The TRASHIES scum-wave crashes on the shores of a new landfill, the waxen filth gyre of your inner ear. Cornfed free range compulsive creators of unnecessary necessity resurface from a survivalist cocoon to place in your ham-fists a trash platter.
New kings of slumberland neo hardcore or chainsaw pop, The Terry Malts claim to be detached, disillusioned, so and so's thriving on barely trying. Better than your last girlfriend or current boyfriend, The Terry malts will fulfill your wildest dreams of moshpit post-pop abandonment.