You wish you could look this cool you fucking hipster you.
This coming Thursday (1/30), Thursday Nights at the Tang is screening “A Band Called Death,” a documentary about the all too short-lived Detroit punk band Death. My best friend first showed me these guys in a strange car ride through the Vermont country side a couple years ago, and I’ve been in love with them ever since. They rocked harder than most before rocking hard in the U.S. was considered cool. And yeah, Gordon Thompson may argue that The Beatles invented punk with the recording of “Helter Skelter,” but he’s not writing this article. Here’s some of the filmmakers’ propaganda:
“Punk before punk existed, three teenage brothers in the early ’70s formed a band in their spare bedroom, began playing a few local gigs and even pressed a single in the hopes of getting signed. But this was the era of Motown and emerging disco. Record companies found Death’s music— and band name—too intimidating, and the group were never given a fair shot, disbanding before they even completed one album. Equal parts electrifying rockumentary and epic family love story, A Band Called Death chronicles the incredible fairy-tale journey of what happened almost three decades later, when a dusty 1974 demo tape made its way out of the attic and found an audience several generations younger. Playing music impossibly ahead of its time, Death is now being credited as the first black punk band (hell…the first punk band!), and are finally receiving their long overdue recognition as true rock pioneers.”
There you have it! Apparently this event runs right up to Lively Lucy’s Battle of the Bands, which I didn’t even know was happening *cough cough*….