This week in his first-ever Party Crasher, Eric Grandy visits a record release bash. It’s a great Party Crasher because Grandy gets to do his usual thing (listen to music), but in a more relaxed setting than a club, so some weirdness crawls in at the sides:
This isn’t really a house party—the house itself is dark and silent—so much as a weird-garage / hangar / shed-in-the-backyard party. It’s an impressive setup, with a built-in stage and lighting rig (the hosts explain that the stage and lights were all here when the current residents moved in). Onstage is Tacoma band the Drug Purse, a retro garage psych rock act in the vein of the Black Lips’ “flower punk.” One of their number wears a robe (a dashiki, perhaps?) whose vintage and psychedelic properties match their sound perfectly; another wears a leather vest. They sound great—fuzzy and loud and simply catchy, even over all the drunken chatter.
There are mushrooms and Slats and people lying on the lawn and several other entertaining elements to this Party Crasher, including the proper pronunciation of GGNZLA. I hope you’ll read the whole thing.