Friday, 08 July 2011 – Hot Punk City presents Kimonos * Jealous Creatures * Biscuit Bombs * Zipperneck

Kimonos– (Houston, TX )

The Kimonos are currently recording a new album. The Kimonos are also rewriting their “band bio”.

The Kimonos have been described as “not as good as Whirlwind Heat”. The Kimonos have no idea who that is but are flattered nonetheless.




Jealous Creatures – (Houston, TX )

Taking shape in early 2011, Jealous Creatures began as a collaboration between Houston locals Sarah Hirsch and Josh Barry.

Hirsch had spent time in Austin playing guitar and singing with a number of bands before deciding to return to her hometown and start something fresh. Barry, who had worked his way through a lengthy stint as drummer in Houston new wave band Japanic, was on the lookout for something new.

Reworking Hirsch’s folk-laced demos into riff-driven rock songs, the pair decided to recruit additional members for a full-fledged band. After hooking up with ex-Big Top bassist Lisa Gallo Roth, fellow Japanic keyboardist Rob Smith, and guitarist Ian Hlavacek, the band released its debut album on their own Critter Records label.

The self-titled EP showcases both sides of the band, with full-on rock like “Coffee Stains’ and ‘Faith in Man?,’ paying homage to the gritty pop rock of Chrissie Hynde and the Pretenders—while tracks like the subdued Eggs Alone embody a successful mix of raucous indie rock and Norah Jones-like soul.

Currently, the band is pleasing crowds around Texas with their live shows and has plans to return to the studio in June 2011 to record their first full length recording.

Biscuit Bombs – (Austin/Houston, TX )

In 2004 Randy “Biscuits” Turner of the Big Boys put together the Texas Biscuit Bombs with Maximum Rock’n’Roll and Left Of The Dial writer David Ensminger. Their set list included many Texas punk classics (Really Red’s “Teaching You the Fear”, The Dicks “Hate the Police”, and of course many Big Boys numbers), as well as not-so-punk classics (ZZ Top, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Spencer Davis Group).





Zipperneck – (Houston, TX )

A train wreck between the Clash and Loretta Lynn
Mel Hell-Bass & Vox
Jd=Guitars & Screams
101101= drums





Thursday, 07 July 2011 – Jimmy Pizzitola * Hilary Sloan

Jimmy Pizzitola – (Houston, TX )

Jimmy Pizzitola is a Houston based singer/songwriter, night-time landscaper, and lover of all things jellicle (except Cats).  His early musical influences, driven into his three year old skull while being held captive in the back of a 1968 blue Malibu by his carpool-driving mother, were the singer-songwriters of the 1970’s.  Between dropping off and picking up siblings and assorted neighborhood ruffians, Jimmy was force-fed Jim Croce, Neil Young, James Taylor, Gerry Rafferty, and of course, Der Weinershnitzel corn dogs.  Come weekend, he would often head out to South Texas with his father and grandfather to shoot at things.  Sitting on the console of a Ford Bronco, squeezed in between stacks of 8-tracks and bottles of V.O., he would sing along with Waylon, Willie, Hank Williams (Jr. and Sr.) Don Williams, and other country-fried offerings of the time.

Fast forward ten years.

Strictly in the name of research, his father would often venture out into various ice-houses and beer joints in order to update his blog (, which focused on the relative temperatures of Miller Lite in different sections of the city.   Jimmy would often accompany him on these outings and it was there that he observed first-hand the so-called “Texas Singer-Songwriter” in his original habitat.  Needless to say, it had a lasting effect.  He quickly blackmailed his father into buying him a pawn-shop guitar and started learning Townes Van Zandt songs.

After returning to Texas from Colorado in 1998, Jimmy began writing songs and fronting a Houston-based Alt-Country band, Jimmy James and The Enablers.  Songs like the honky-tonking “Where the Hell’s The Johnny Cash in Your Jukebox?”  and the quirky “Sweet Marie” were instant fan favorites.  After a failed attempt to cut a record the old-fashioned way – with an investor, producer, hired guns, etc…, and the birth of a child, Jimmy took a performing hiatus and tried having a real job, with an income and everything.  It didn’t take and it didn’t take too long before Jimmy had a fresh batch of songs and began hitting the clubs again.  He also started devoting more time in his home studio and began working on the record that would eventually be Poet On The Run.

In 2007, Jimmy was included in Steve Harris’ book “Texas Troubadours” alongside the likes of Billie Joe Shaver, Kris Kristofferson, Guy Clark, Joe Ely, and others.  He joked at the time that he was the only one in the book without a record.  With the 2010 release of Poet On The Run, all joking aside, Jimmy is sure to carve out a place all his own in the long line and deep-seeded tradition of the mythical Texas Singer-Songwriter.


<empty> Hilary Sloan – (Houston, TX )

“Sloan sings like an angel and fiddles like that demon who kicked Charlie Daniels’s ass on this all-too-short collection of twangy styles ranging from cowboy jazz (“If We’re All the Same”) to brooding, reverb-heavy Appalachian rock (“Valley of Shadows”) to Sinéad O’Connor-ish Celtic-tinged dirges (“Midnight on the Stormy Deep”). When Sloan’s dark, as on “Midnight…,” she’s really dark, and when she dances, she does so like nobody’s looking, as on “Devil and the Deep Blue Sea.” There’s also an elegy to Rachel Corrie, the American activist crushed in the West Bank by an Israeli bulldozer. And “Hard Luck Town” is a cantering waltz to which anyone who has clocked a few years on this city’s music scene can relate: “If I could get out of this town / oh Lord I’d find me a place where I could settle down,” she sings in her honeyed alto, “Stop drinking and running around / if I co

Saturday, 02 July 2011 – The Hangouts * Only Beast * Black Cock * Busy Kids

The Hangouts– (College Station, TX )

“The Hangouts are a fiercely fun geekbeat teenage puberty rush punk rock band, borne from their influences as teenage skateboard punks reading Maximumrockandroll and Thrasher, dialing up Voivod and The Ramones on their boomboxes and dreaming of relieving the immense boredom of a Reagan-era youth. Throw that youthful experience into the real life experience of having lived in this world for 30-someodd years, being married, raising children, dealing with work bullshit, the endless misunderstanding of being upstanding citizens encased in the bodies of tattoed heathens, and you’ve got for the makings of punk rock with heart. And that’s what the Hangouts make. Punk rock with heart. No trendy ska-punk, emo-punk, ironic detachment…this is the real deal.”
– Kelly Minnis –


– Punk or Nothing Fanzine (England)

“They’ve got a great sound that transcends sub-genres: fast and furious enough to whip up the mohawk/hardcore types, yet catchy and high-spirited enough to go over great with pop-punk kids.”
– Lord Rutledge – Now Wave

“The Hangouts are a gloriously catchy powerpop quartet from College Station, Texas. Totally brilliant! Letters To Cleo married with The Avengers.”
– Richie Wristrokkit – Rock-N-Roll Pirate

“The Hangouts play ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Buzzsaw punk rock but twist it a bit with a singer that that sounds like a junior high school girl with a really bad attitude. She’ll either be a superstar or in jail when she hits legal drinking age.”
– Dale – Smashin Transistors

“The Hangouts aren’t complex, they’ll just rock your face off good.”
-Jonny Taint –

“If someone were to ask me what The Hangouts sound like, I’d tell them old school pre-hardcore Southern California punk rock. And when I mean old school I mean The Germs, The Avengers, Circle Jerks, The Descendents, etc.”

-Kelly Minnis – Indie Rock Drummer Extraordinaire


<empty>Only Beast – (Houston, TX )

Peter Bernick (Guitar/Music) – Danielle (Vocals) – Johnny Fever (Drums)





Black Cock – (Austin, TX )

Black Cock, Robot Child With A God Complex :
One of the cruelest things about Black Cock’s relentlessly brutal debut is that it’s actually really good, forcing us to spend the year saying, “We really like Black Cock… No, really.” Hilarious, dudes (and lady-dude). (Perhaps next year some talented motherfuckers can start a band called Eating My Own Poo, or Touching Children Inappropriately.) Like its up-yours moniker, the sci-fi conceit of that title is no accident either: A post-apocalyptic unease pervades the disc, as the twisted-steel slam of the guitar and drums—those last remaining soldiers of mankind’s resistance, nihilists who spend their days blasting Jesus Lizard’s Goat in their tanks to pump themselves up—are dive-bombed by the buzzard-like screech of a battalion’s worth of synths, sparking an album-long back-and-forth tumult between man and machine that was way more entertaining than Terminator: Salvation. Even the ostensible human vocals are vulnerable, stretched and pitched into an otherworldly, bewitching, permanently sneering Greek chorus that seems to find all this death and destruction endlessly amusing. (Or maybe they’re still laughing about that name.) – Austin AV Club


Busy Kids

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