Desperation Squad
Desperation Squad is perhaps the greatest band ever, certainly in the top five. Never heard of them? Neither has anyone else, which is so typically fucking backwards when it comes to the music the people in this country listen to. And yet, it's also one of the reasons I love them so goddamn much.
This band has seen so many different incarnations and every single one of them has been great. Mr. P and company have been rocking harder, louder, messier, and nakeder (new word!) for over twenty years now and they've made about fifty fucking dollars doing it. Long past the point where other bands call it quits and get jobs to support their families, D-Squad is still out there rocking the bejeezus out of stunned first-timers and old-school fans alike.
One of the best nights of my life, was at the Blackwatch Pub, back in late 2000 or early 2001 when, in the middle of one of their sets, the band kicks the audience in the nuts with THE BEST ASS IN ROCK & ROLL. I hadn't seen the band play in about two years at this point and had forgotten what they were capable of. I remember sitting at the bar, slowly shaking my head back and forth, in jealous disbelief over how fucking cool these guys were. And then, of course, they closed with YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S UGLY.
One of the best nights of my life was at The Old Towne Pub, in late 2003 when Desperation Squad played with the equally kick-ass Third Grade Teacher. It was a weeknight and fucking nobody was there. 3GT opens the show and kicks ass for my table of friends, one other table of people, and a small handful of the scary old trolls that sit at the bar. They do their set and tear down and leave. I'm pretty sure I bought their newest album and got Sabrina to sign a mini-poster for me. After a few minutes, the squad is on stage and rocking out their first song of the night. When the song finishes, the trolls at the bar pay their tab and get up and leave. Mr. P gives them shit for leaving one song into the set and they all mutter something about having to work in the morning. So did everyone at my table but we aren't pussies. Sometime into the second song, or shortly thereafter, the Third Grade Teacher folks take off and the audience is now down to my table of five or six people and another table that winds up going outside to smoke or just leaving entirely by halfway through the set. So now we're at the last half of Desperation Squad's set and they're playing for my friends and I and maybe one or two guys at the bar. Do they puss out like a bunch of little girls? Do they change their set to some lower energy version of the band? Fuck no! My hand to God, these guys rock the fucking house like its packed to capacity with screaming drunks. I'm not usually the sort of person who screams and goes nuts when I see a band play, but that night was different. All of us at the table were giving what meager, pathetic applause we could at the end of each song. We dutifully chanted, "NO! PUSSY! TONIGHT!" when it was called for, and how could we do anything less? These four rock and roll gods were playing their hearts out for eight people. Fucked if I'm not gonna clap my ass off for that shit. They played a great set, and, of course, closed with YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S UGLY.
Holy shit, what a great night that was! And that show is why I love those guys. People talk about the unbridled energy of Green Day. Whatever. I'd like to see those guys do what they do for more than two decades for no fucking money. Desperation Squad is Rock & Roll for its own sake and it's about time they started getting some fucking credit for it.
Which brings me to the reason I started writing all this shit in the first place. There's this show called AMERICA'S GOT TALENT. I wouldn't even know this show existed were it not for the fact that Desperation Squad recently performed on it. So I checked out the web site and the Executive Producer is Simon Cowell, the rude, smirky-faced, cunt from American Idol. Regis Philbin is the show's host and the judges are David Hassellhoff, Piers Morgan, and Brandy. I don't know about you, but these are exactly the people I'd go to if I wanted to find real talent. Oh, and I'd also turn to Fred Phelps for spiritual advice. So anyway, D-Squad got to play on this show and godammit if they didn't give yet another great performance. Which means most of America won't even notice it. As for myself, I'm proud to say I own all their albums.
You can go to YouTube and check out their performance (and other videos) by clicking here, or just click play and watch it below:
This band has seen so many different incarnations and every single one of them has been great. Mr. P and company have been rocking harder, louder, messier, and nakeder (new word!) for over twenty years now and they've made about fifty fucking dollars doing it. Long past the point where other bands call it quits and get jobs to support their families, D-Squad is still out there rocking the bejeezus out of stunned first-timers and old-school fans alike.
One of the best nights of my life, was at the Blackwatch Pub, back in late 2000 or early 2001 when, in the middle of one of their sets, the band kicks the audience in the nuts with THE BEST ASS IN ROCK & ROLL. I hadn't seen the band play in about two years at this point and had forgotten what they were capable of. I remember sitting at the bar, slowly shaking my head back and forth, in jealous disbelief over how fucking cool these guys were. And then, of course, they closed with YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S UGLY.
One of the best nights of my life was at The Old Towne Pub, in late 2003 when Desperation Squad played with the equally kick-ass Third Grade Teacher. It was a weeknight and fucking nobody was there. 3GT opens the show and kicks ass for my table of friends, one other table of people, and a small handful of the scary old trolls that sit at the bar. They do their set and tear down and leave. I'm pretty sure I bought their newest album and got Sabrina to sign a mini-poster for me. After a few minutes, the squad is on stage and rocking out their first song of the night. When the song finishes, the trolls at the bar pay their tab and get up and leave. Mr. P gives them shit for leaving one song into the set and they all mutter something about having to work in the morning. So did everyone at my table but we aren't pussies. Sometime into the second song, or shortly thereafter, the Third Grade Teacher folks take off and the audience is now down to my table of five or six people and another table that winds up going outside to smoke or just leaving entirely by halfway through the set. So now we're at the last half of Desperation Squad's set and they're playing for my friends and I and maybe one or two guys at the bar. Do they puss out like a bunch of little girls? Do they change their set to some lower energy version of the band? Fuck no! My hand to God, these guys rock the fucking house like its packed to capacity with screaming drunks. I'm not usually the sort of person who screams and goes nuts when I see a band play, but that night was different. All of us at the table were giving what meager, pathetic applause we could at the end of each song. We dutifully chanted, "NO! PUSSY! TONIGHT!" when it was called for, and how could we do anything less? These four rock and roll gods were playing their hearts out for eight people. Fucked if I'm not gonna clap my ass off for that shit. They played a great set, and, of course, closed with YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S UGLY.
Holy shit, what a great night that was! And that show is why I love those guys. People talk about the unbridled energy of Green Day. Whatever. I'd like to see those guys do what they do for more than two decades for no fucking money. Desperation Squad is Rock & Roll for its own sake and it's about time they started getting some fucking credit for it.
Which brings me to the reason I started writing all this shit in the first place. There's this show called AMERICA'S GOT TALENT. I wouldn't even know this show existed were it not for the fact that Desperation Squad recently performed on it. So I checked out the web site and the Executive Producer is Simon Cowell, the rude, smirky-faced, cunt from American Idol. Regis Philbin is the show's host and the judges are David Hassellhoff, Piers Morgan, and Brandy. I don't know about you, but these are exactly the people I'd go to if I wanted to find real talent. Oh, and I'd also turn to Fred Phelps for spiritual advice. So anyway, D-Squad got to play on this show and godammit if they didn't give yet another great performance. Which means most of America won't even notice it. As for myself, I'm proud to say I own all their albums.
You can go to YouTube and check out their performance (and other videos) by clicking here, or just click play and watch it below:
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