Tight Bro’s From Way Back When

Lend You a Hand (Kill Rock Stars)
by Jon Sarre

Part Candy Snatchers, part Scared of Chaka, outta breath like Tight Bro’s From Way Back When a Couple Years Now Fireballs of Freedom, yeah, these guys got all their Dead Boys magna cum Kiss schtick in the right guts & loins, yet they’ve long refused to play bars (but mebbe that’s changed), but that’s gonna limit their draw to the kids, and fuck the kids… They’re just gonna move on and go off to liberal arts college and get caught up in pop-electro crap. Come ’round to the dark side, boys. Get outta the dork side. Here drunk idiots’ll shower ya with praise’n’cups’n’cans’n’cigarette butts and that’s where it’s at, cuz kids’ll only give ya spit and those devil horn things and what’s that really worth? Tight Bro’s From Way Back When, once ya get past the clumsy-ass name, are Skynard/Stones/ AC/DC crossed with the namedrops from above’s mayhem only obscured by this purism shit. What’s with that? Move outta Oly, boys, it’ll set ya straight.
(120 NE State Ave. PMB 418 Olympia, WA 98501)