Sacco & Wongton Bring You the Premiere 90’s Dance Party That Will Take You Downtown with Hits Like:
Sir Mix-A-Lot - “Baby Got Back
Red Hot Chili Peppers - “Under the Bridge”
MC Hammer - “U Can’t Touch This”
House of Pain - “Jump Around”
L.L. Cool J - “Mama Said Knock You Out
Weezer - “Buddy Holly”
The Mod Party is back again at LOgO, slightly aloof, and snotty, kicking out the shit one, two, three times. Mod revival. Mod survival. On the stereo classic is mod tracks, soul (northern and proper), motown worship, oldies, girl bands, boy love, and busted blues.
Even a little punk rock to mend the riff.
Music from, but not limited to: The Sonics, Rod the God, The Jam, Secret Affair, Stevie Wonder, Aretha, Diana, The Chords, Zombies, Del Shannon, The Lambrettas, The Moment, Untouchables, and more.
Come on down for a drink and a dance.
The Mod Party is back again at LOgO, slightly aloof, and snotty, kicking out the shit one, two, three times. Mod revival. Mod survival. On the stereo classic is mod tracks, soul (northern and proper), motown worship, oldies, girl bands, boy love, and busted blues.
Even a little punk rock to mend the riff.
Music from, but not limited to: The Sonics, Rod the God, The Jam, Secret Affair, Stevie Wonder, Aretha, Diana, The Chords, Zombies, Del Shannon, The Lambrettas, The Moment, Untouchables, and more.
Talking shit about Dan Rogue, Sacco, Desert Fuck Eagle, Amelia, and Pickles.
Come on down for a drink and a dance.
So the question a lot of people were having in mind recently :
What the hell The Incredible Sacco - you know, that guy that can turn any kind of party into a real madness - can actually be listening to while hanging his laundry at home ?
Well, we asked him
Here’s what he has to say :
Human Highway - Moody Motorcyle
Opening with a swatch of lo-fi backwoods guitar, the duo merely jests withthe antiquated before smoothing everything over with a sheen of crisp production. A spring in its step, “The Sound” bops along, oblivious to the
lack of substance in its lyrics. Instead, Nick and Jim smile incessantly over marimba pomp and their own enthused harmony. When things get heavier on the album’s title track, they stick together till the heat blows over.
Guthrie’s shifty-eyed rhythm provides the alibi while Thorburn’s lead paces, planning their escape, “Drove out to the city limits… No one will ever find me here.” Bitter and confrontational, the short strums suggest
this isn’t their first time on the run.
Gleefully saying nothing, or reluctantly loose-lipped, the pair excel when engaged in emotional extremes, but falter when indecisively waltzing around overslept mornings and evening apathy.
Time to knock the dust off them classic gems. danny rogue, sacco and DJ Desert Fuck Eagle are back w/ soul, motown, girl groups, freakbeat, nuggets rock, and a highly-likely sing-a-long to “SHOUT.” throw on your spiffiest dudes and come dance the mod . . .
No cover
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