Benefit for BBQ

Sam's Quik Shop Presents

Benefit for BBQ

Fri Jan 4

Doors: 8:00 pm / Show: 9:00 pm

$12

This event is all ages

Tooth
Tooth
For a brief but brutal three years, Durham, N.C. five-piece Tooth slayed Triangle metal fans like no other. A thrashing, Southern-fried mix of pounding instrumentals and the scathing, sarcastic bark of J-Me Guptil, the ban
The Bronzed Chorus
The Bronzed Chorus
We are a duo consisting of Hunter Allen (drums, keys, old things that shouldn't be used for music but we decided to do it anyway) and Adam Joyce (guitar). We hang, we tour, we crunk, we work, then work, then work, then tour, wash, wash, repeat.
Youth League
Youth League
Post-rock/emo/math trio somewhere between tapping guitar acrobatics of early Minus The Bear, lush post-hardcore of The Velvet Teen, & the looping approach of El Ten Eleven.

In George's Orwell's Nineteen Eighty Four, Julia Dixon wore a red sash around her waist to symbolize her membership in the severe, dogmatic Junior Anti Sex League. Readers will of course remember this to be not only a false diversion, but also something of a shield – a metaphorical lid placed publicly on the top of a vat brimming with subversion, of thoughts and actions which existed only to defy the status quo.
Youth League, a similarly-named trio from Wilmington, N.C., feels similar in approach, if more sunny in disposition. Brothers Mike and Zach Large, on guitar/vocals and drums respectively, formed the band in 2014 from the ashes of math aggressors Virgin Lung. They brought in bassist Jaffar Omar Obi Castillon-Martinez and created songs which defy the conventions on which they're built, yet hit the ear with a natural familiarity.

On First EP, Youth League weaves layers of guitar loops, manic drumming, bass tapping, inviting whispers, and desperate hollers into songs which are over before you recognize that you just got clobbered over the head.

Clocking in at just 16 minutes, it's hard to tell if these six jams are punk ragers with a deceptive technical streak running throughout, or thunderous prog/math compositions that never descend into repetetive self parody or distracted, noodly exploration. Topping it off are sounds at odds with either tradition: the celebratory, the uplifting, the instantly singable. Youth League calls it Post Pop. Whatever it is, it's great.