By Charlie Carroll
ArtsPost staff writer
In the 1980s, D.C. was the home of a thriving punk scene that churned out such legends as Fugazi and Bad Brains. While the capital’s rock scene has seen its share of ups and downs throughout the years, it remains ever-friendly to up-and-coming punk bands. On April 21, in true punk tradition the Black Cat hosted Atlanta rockers The Coathangers along with Sick Sick Birds and (stop worrying and) Love the Bomb.
The night started with a short, yet fun and energetic set by the Washington punk band (stop worrying and) Love the Bomb. The local group got the crowd riled up with their fast, battling punk guitar riffs and gritty screaming vocals. It was a bit refreshing to see classic punk spirit and song structures alive and well, with all of its members showing a passion for the genre. Beginning a number of their songs with the classic “1, 2, 3, 4!” countdown and strumming away with the occasional amp feedback, the group’s stripped-down songs provided a fun introduction to the rest of the night.
The crowd soon grew as Baltimore rockers Sick Sick Birds took the stage, providing their own brand of upbeat garage punk. The band was riddled with technical difficulties, but as lead singer Mike tended to his guitar, the rest of the band traded clever banter back and forth with the audience about old television sitcoms like Coach and Cheers. Once the guitar was completely in tune, the singer returned to the mic and busted right back into his excitement, jumping up and down and belting out lyrics with the perfect complementary vocals of his band mates.
Unfortunately for the headlining band, the crowd began to dissipate after the Sick Sick Birds left the stage. The loyal, local following of the two opening bands translated into a severe loss for The Coathangers. Although they played to a crowd that was probably no larger than 20 or so people, the all-girl four piece from Atlanta played their hearts out for the fans that stuck around.
Upon hearing their name, it is obvious that these four girls could care less about being prim and proper. With songs titles like “Nestle in My Boobies” and “Suck My Left One,” these girls hit the stage with ferocity and high-squealing vocals that point a middle finger at anyone doubting their abilities. The band got its start in 2006 after playing a joke show at a house party and released their first 7” in 2007. Since that time they have produced two full-length albums, the latest of which was 2009’s “Scramble” on Suicide Squeeze Records.
As the band set up their equipment, it was hard to tell just how much energy they would put into the show. Keyboardist Bebe Coathanger stood quietly behind her instrument, staring around the room, seemingly disinterested and in a daze. However, as soon as the music kicked in she came to life. Throwing her unkempt hair from side to side and contorting her face as she screamed into the microphone, Bebe danced and played her way through the set with explosive energy. Bassist Minnie laid down her bass grooves in the back while guitarist Crook Kid bobbed up and down and drummer Rusty beat her drumset to death.
It’s almost impossible to define the sound of The Coathangers, minimalist in a lot of respects but energetic and chaotic. The slower “Stop Stomp Stompin’” quickly transitioned into the fierce, garage sound of “Getting Mad and Pumpin Iron” in which the girls proudly proclaim that they’ll “break your f***** face.” Their in-your-face attitude and lively stage presence resembles a persona closer to The Runaways than The Donnas, proving that an all-girl band can truly rock out with as much audacity and irreverence as any male counterpart out there.