GRAVEYARD BBQ SEND B&Ts BACK TO BRIDGES, TUNNELS; RIP SNITCH A NEW ASSHOLE
When Graveyard BBQ took the stage at the bridge and tunnel infested Snitch on Manhattan’s 21st Street Friday night, the spikey-haired and high-heeled Long Islanders and Jew Jerseyians in attendance ran for the door. And this was a good thing. The Boston-based five-piece played their own brand of southern-fried metal (by way of New England) with a force so brutal and boogie so tight the stage literally couldn’t contain lead singer Howlin’ Jack Boone. The remaining crowd was sparse, but the metalheads in attendance couldn’t help but headbang to the BBQ’s irresistable groove. Brownbag Johnson’s slide guitar licks were so tasty I felt like whipping out the barbecue sauce and pouring it all over the corpses stowed away in my closet. There’s something that seems a little strange about “southern” rock from New England, but somehow it seems strangely authentic; Graveyard BBQ’s self-described “Dirtcore” style would fit nicely alongside fellow New Englanders Scissorfight. Also, big props to these guys for coming and hanging out with us after the show at Duff’s in Brooklyn.
Graveyard BBQ are playing locally around the Boston area in June, and will be touring the Midwestern US in July.
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