The Dirty Pearls
Brothers NYC, The Nuclears, DJ Ian El Dorado
Fri, January 4, 2013
Doors: 8:00 pm / Show: 9:00 pm
The Bowery Ballroom
New York, NY
$15 advance / $18 day of show
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http://www.boweryballroom.com/event/178441/
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The Dirty Pearls
Brand new but already a classic, The Dirty Pearls come straight from Rivington Street in the Lower East Side of New York City. All sex, drugs and rock & roll bravado delivered with sharp hooks, witty lyrics and a seedy swagger reminiscent of the finest 1970’s-era rock acts.
The band’s history begins with lead singer Tommy London, who set out in search of four fine young men eager to stir up some
NYC-style rock ’n' roll; four guys intent on resurrecting the magic
conjured by The Ramones and The New York Dolls. Guitarist Tommy Mokas and drummer Marty E. arrived first, followed soon after by guitarist Sunny Climbs and bassist Doug Wright. And The Dirty Pearls were born.
Their high-energy live shows will make your heart pound and your feet stomp and if you don't leave singing a Dirty Pearls song, then you were never really there at all.
Rock ’n’ roll has returned...now wipe that smile off your face
The band’s history begins with lead singer Tommy London, who set out in search of four fine young men eager to stir up some
NYC-style rock ’n' roll; four guys intent on resurrecting the magic
conjured by The Ramones and The New York Dolls. Guitarist Tommy Mokas and drummer Marty E. arrived first, followed soon after by guitarist Sunny Climbs and bassist Doug Wright. And The Dirty Pearls were born.
Their high-energy live shows will make your heart pound and your feet stomp and if you don't leave singing a Dirty Pearls song, then you were never really there at all.
Rock ’n’ roll has returned...now wipe that smile off your face
Brothers NYC
"You will love the New York City band Brothers if you like any of the following, OR all of the following:
Cigarettes, or cigars, either way, just something that you light with fire and place into your mouth.
Motorcycles, the ones that purr or the ones that rattle teeth…The pats on the back that the devil gives you every so often, when you do something good…Taverns, dirty ones, with a tiny selection, but exactly what you want to drink copious amounts of…Beaches…Decks…Boots with stomping soles and jean jackets without sleeves…Calling girls that you're having sex with mama…Whiskey by the barrel…Dogs, any kind…Gun powder and feeling somewhat desperate…Hard-fought harmonies pouring out of a bunch of rough around the collar men…Mud…A good, endless night without a care or a plan…Hangovers - if only because they mean that you went for it the night before…Bars…Pubs…Nightspots…Wearing the same pair of jeans (or trousers) for a week or two straight because, it's only then, that they feel right.…Tattoos that involve tits.…Professional wrestling, the way it used to be when George "The Animal" Steele was eating white-foam turnbuckles that were mysteriously turning his tongue green and guys like The American Dream Dusty Rhodes was considered an athlete and the crazy fucking this is, he was an athlete…Loud guitars and punishing drums.…The feeling that you've got a posse.…The feeling that you're not gonna lose, even if you can't win. - Daytrotter.com "
Cigarettes, or cigars, either way, just something that you light with fire and place into your mouth.
Motorcycles, the ones that purr or the ones that rattle teeth…The pats on the back that the devil gives you every so often, when you do something good…Taverns, dirty ones, with a tiny selection, but exactly what you want to drink copious amounts of…Beaches…Decks…Boots with stomping soles and jean jackets without sleeves…Calling girls that you're having sex with mama…Whiskey by the barrel…Dogs, any kind…Gun powder and feeling somewhat desperate…Hard-fought harmonies pouring out of a bunch of rough around the collar men…Mud…A good, endless night without a care or a plan…Hangovers - if only because they mean that you went for it the night before…Bars…Pubs…Nightspots…Wearing the same pair of jeans (or trousers) for a week or two straight because, it's only then, that they feel right.…Tattoos that involve tits.…Professional wrestling, the way it used to be when George "The Animal" Steele was eating white-foam turnbuckles that were mysteriously turning his tongue green and guys like The American Dream Dusty Rhodes was considered an athlete and the crazy fucking this is, he was an athlete…Loud guitars and punishing drums.…The feeling that you've got a posse.…The feeling that you're not gonna lose, even if you can't win. - Daytrotter.com "
The Nuclears
Fast cars, loud guitars, beer, video games, leather jackets, boredom, and good-old-fashioned rock shows. The Nuclears are modern rock n' roll sound, with a classic twist that channels The MC5, New York Dolls, The Velvet Underground, David Bowie, and Alice Cooper all at once. The Nuclears recently dropped the second single of a new release cycle, "Up All Nite", a follow-up to their April 2012 single/b-side, "Myrtle Ave At 4:00am"/"Don't Like It, Don't Get It, Don't Care", and their 2011 self-titled album.
"The Nuclears play exactly the kind of rock n roll that the CBGB's Festival had been missing all weekend. Band members bent over backwards to solo onstage, hair plastered to sweaty foreheads, pin-balling between packed throngs of fans that included glimpses of false eyelashes, fishnets, and glittery flapper dresses on both men and women.... And isn’t that the true spirit of CBGB?" - Consequence Of Sound
"Gutter rock numbers that do The Dictators proud...one confident, bad-ass, braggadocios bunch." - Broken Beard
"The Nuclears play exactly the kind of rock n roll that the CBGB's Festival had been missing all weekend. Band members bent over backwards to solo onstage, hair plastered to sweaty foreheads, pin-balling between packed throngs of fans that included glimpses of false eyelashes, fishnets, and glittery flapper dresses on both men and women.... And isn’t that the true spirit of CBGB?" - Consequence Of Sound
"Gutter rock numbers that do The Dictators proud...one confident, bad-ass, braggadocios bunch." - Broken Beard
