The Titts

Windows on the Cumberland books its fair share of jam bands, so it was an odd destination for a Eureka Gold show Saturday night, what with their penchant for sunny, raucous, harmony-heavy ’60s pop. Plus, you’ve got to drive all the way up Third Avenue and cut over to Second Avenue and deal with parking, yadda yadda yadda. We missed openers The Glib, who we swear to God we’ve been meaning to check out. But we did catch the last few songs of recent transplants The Titts, whose T-shirt-and-jeans ’70s cock rock was er, the tits. And it wasn’t just their badass steamroll of a cover of “Ace of Spades,” although that certainly didn’t hurt. Nope, it was the following things that won us over, in this particular order: one fierce pounder of a drummer, the occasional knee-drop-fall from the bassist, the dirty sweaty MC5/Stooges influences and the overall dick-swinging exhilaration that conjured up images of backseat muscle-car makeout seshes at the end of long shapeless nights. But it was the lyric, “Ain’t nothin’ gonna come between us / ’Cause my dick’s gonna be bigger than Jesus,” that sealed the deal. One to watch, Nashville. Up next were Eureka Gold, who played a loud-ass set of loose abandon to a handful of friends who knew all the words, which kinda made us feel like we were watching a practice. The Goldsters are clearly skilled musicians who know their way around a melody—see their self-titled record—and every song had a woozy, easy jangle and the fantastic pulse of an organ-inflected rollick. Oh, and did we mention it was loud as hell? But it’s worth noting that since the three vocalists trade off on songs, it’s still unclear to us who the singer of this band actually is. Nametags? Costumes? - Nashville Scene

No trick here: Everyone should go check out Illinois transplants/dick-swingers The Titts. I’ve only seen them once, but I keep thinking about them—wondering where they are, what they’re doing, who they’re with, what they’re thinking, if they’re thinking of me. They have that just-out-of-the-garage, ridiculous-posturing, ’70s-rock-muscle-car-driving sound that could really pump some new life into this indie-pop scene. - Nashville Scene

Windows on the Cumberland books its fair share of jam bands, so it was an odd destination for a Eureka Gold show Saturday night, what with their penchant for sunny, raucous, harmony-heavy ’60s pop. Plus, you’ve got to drive all the way up Third Avenue and cut over to Second Avenue and deal with parking, yadda yadda yadda. We missed openers The Glib, who we swear to God we’ve been meaning to check out. But we did catch the last few songs of recent transplants The Titts, whose T-shirt-and-jeans ’70s cock rock was er, the tits. And it wasn’t just their badass steamroll of a cover of “Ace of Spades,” although that certainly didn’t hurt. Nope, it was the following things that won us over, in this particular order: one fierce pounder of a drummer, the occasional knee-drop-fall from the bassist, the dirty sweaty MC5/Stooges influences and the overall dick-swinging exhilaration that conjured up images of backseat muscle-car makeout seshes at the end of long shapeless nights. But it was the lyric, “Ain’t nothin’ gonna come between us / ’Cause my dick’s gonna be bigger than Jesus,” that sealed the deal. One to watch, Nashville. Up next were Eureka Gold, who played a loud-ass set of loose abandon to a handful of friends who knew all the words, which kinda made us feel like we were watching a practice. The Goldsters are clearly skilled musicians who know their way around a melody—see their self-titled record—and every song had a woozy, easy jangle and the fantastic pulse of an organ-inflected rollick. Oh, and did we mention it was loud as hell? But it’s worth noting that since the three vocalists trade off on songs, it’s still unclear to us who the singer of this band actually is. Nametags? Costumes? - Nashville Scene