Doors at 7:30 | Show at 8
I first met the duo of Brandon Welchez and Charles Rowell nearly 25 years ago at a punk gig being held in a Mexican restaurant in San Diego. After initially becoming acquainted at a local Anti-Racist Action meeting, the two found their respective teenage bands booked on the same bill and I found myself in a booth, inhaling a burrito, observing the germination of their fruitful partnership. Young Brandon watched in awe as teenage Charlie clambered up a confused family’s table and proceeded to bash the living hell out of his cheap guitar. When his set was through, young Charlie melted back into the crowd and also found himself awe-struck as the pubescent Brandon took the ‘stage’ (floor) and proceeded to shriek, croon, howl and spit his way through his own band’s allotted 20 minutes. Once the noise was over, the two found each other, expressed their mutual admiration and over a shared Coca-Cola agreed to dissolve their respective bands and join forces.