It was a little over a year ago, I was packing for a short distance move. It was the dog days of summer and I was finally about to move out of my gross roach infested apartment, I rented when I was unemployed and just moved back to town. I was cleaning and packing and I needed to get out of the house.
A new friend, I did not know well yet, invited me to a BBQ/Basement Vintage Store/ House show. I needed to get out of the house so I headed over that direction. I was eating some homemade Ice Cream and headed down to the basement to see the band that was playing insightful indie rock that was fun to dance to on a hot day. I later got to talk with the band as they were drinking 40s and they seemed like the type of people I wanted to get to know better
A few weeks later I headed over to another BBQ at Gold Leaf, and saw them climbing all over the art studio and playing a youthful and playful set.
About a week ago, Shark Week released a three track EP that embodies the sounds of summer. There was no better time of the year for Shark Week to release this album.
The album sounds like the type of music I always thought I would hear if I went to the No Wave hangout in the 70s, Max’s Kansas City. I would imagine they would be openers for Suicide or Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. No other DC band has such a sharp art punk sound.
Check out Shark Week on September 22nd at the Velvet Lounge and put your dancing shoes on.