One more time

WHAT? Danglers LIVE at E-Bomb’s Annual Boo-Shebang, with the Memphis Morticians, the Fury III, Deuce Freehley and Nasty Disaster.

WHEN? TONIGHT! (Saturday, Oct. 21)

WHERE? Black Orchid Room at the Iron Chef, 21 Plains Road, Essex, Conn.

Freakout 10.19

This psycobilly freakout brought to you by Kenny Rogers Roasters.

Tonight (Oct. 19)

Don’t miss the fun at Daniel Street Club, 21 Daniel Street, Milford, with Big Fat Combo and The Zambonis.

Thanks …

… to everyone who came out to Toad’s Place Tuesday, and a shout-out to The Romantics, Shadows of Knight and The Charms.

Check us out again Thursday, Oct. 19 at the Daniel Street Club, 21 Daniel Street, Milford, with Big Fat Combo and The Zambonis.

Free passes for Toad’s

Free passes for Tuesday’s show (Oct. 17) at Toad’s Place are available at Cafe Nine. Ask at the bar.

Mark your calendars

Upcoming dates:
* Tuesday, Oct. 17: Little Steven’s Garage Rock Band Night at Toad’s Place, with the Romantics, Shadows of Night and Charm (cover); doors open at 7, music starts at 8 p.m.
* Thursday, Oct. 19: Daniel Street Club (21 Daniel St., Milford) with the Zambonis and Big Fat Combo.
* Saturday, Oct. 21: E-Bomb’s Annual Boo-Shebang at the Iron Chef in Essex, with the Memphis Morticians, the Fury III, Deuce Freehley and Nasty Disaster.

‘Barroom heroes’

Pounding bourbon, tea, and NyQuil with the Danglers

Hartford Advocate, Nov. 17, 2005
by Dan Barry

Looking like a cross between a post-apocalyptic cowboy and the dude from My Name Is Earl, Wayne Dangler swaggers onto the stage, late and moderately incoherent. He leans into the mic stand. “I’d like to make a few …”
“Announcements?” another one of the Danglers asks.

“Orders,” Wayne finishes, turning to the bartender. “Can I get a cup of tea? And some bourbon? Oh, and I’ve got NyQuil up here if anybody wants some.” He flashes the bottle. He is not kidding.

In much the same tone of voice he begins to rattle off a list of sins and the places he committed them, proclaiming himself wanted-with-a-capital-”W” across the better part of the United States. Behind him, the band sneaks up like a snake. You may or may not have noticed that they were playing, but one thing is certain: You felt it in your gut. The Danglers are channeling a nervous, criminal energy into Wayne, who bristles under the combined weight of their chords and the audience’s gaze. All the eyes at Café Nine are on him. He owns Saturday night.

Suddenly, he explodes. “I’m wanteeeeeed!” Behind him, bassist Kriss Santala squeals and growls like a cat, chiding him with his own words. If you’ve never heard psychobilly before, a Danglers concert might be a good place to start. The most popular band in the genre is probably the Reverend Horton Heat, but compared to them, the Danglers are more Psycho and less Billy. By the time Wayne announces that the name of their next song is “Cumshot Liquor,” I am ready to proclaim them president, fuehrer, living capital of the world. The main riff of the song has the same kind of blistered feel as Stone Temple Pilots at their heaviest.

The Danglers are the maggots that have infested the corpse of Americana and its music, as though to proclaim that country failed us the way the hippies failed us, the way punk failed us, the way alternative just plain failed. They made me want to fling my pint glass at the wall. Their songs were full of sickening, degrading slide guitar solos, drum tempos that approached thrash-metal speeds, and bipolar moments of quiet and noise.

Freddy’s

Freddy’s Bar & Backroom, June 24, 2006; Brooklyn, N.Y., with the Zambonis and America’s Sweetheart.

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