The Little Killers

With the Riplets and This Moment in Black History. Friday, September 26, at the Beachland Ballroom.

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Wilbert's Food & Music 812 Huron Road 216-902-GOOD. Hours Monday through Thursday 11 a.m. to 11 p.m.; Friday and Saturday 11 a.m. to midnight; Sunday hours vary. Bar stays open later.
For those who prefer their garage rock of the grimiest ilk, Crypt Records has always been Valhalla's gutter -- a label that throughout the '90s was flooded with bands of bile-caked four-chord crunching and piss 'n' vinegar invective. Well, after dumping a goodly amount of promo dough into the Dirties' record back in 1997, then promptly seeing it receive the usual deaf ear -- even from the burgeoning "garage scene" -- Crypt vowed never to sign a new band again.

But alas, the Crypt brain trust is giving it one more try. Have they retained that impeccable bad taste? The answer -- in the form of this two-gal/one-guy New York City group -- is a decided Yup! The Little Killers' debut is a roughshod runover of Johnny Thunders' slash 'n' burp power-pop hooks clawing to get out, and a gravelly piped goon who's tired of cheatin' dames -- mainly 'cause he's losing sleep from bedding down with them. Speaking of cheating dames, the one on drums has little interest in impressing, opting instead for bashing harder right after a slipped stick. Though they're less cracked in the warped humor department than most of the Crypt stable, who can make out lyrics in a club show anyway?

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