When it comes to true punk-rock, there’s always some kind of element of not giving a shit. And when it comes to the Nashville garage-punk rockers Diarrhea Planet, their name says it all. But when it comes to their DIY, self-destructive, balls-to-the-walls style of shredding, DP is all in. Seeing this band play live you’re bound to get kicked in the head, lose a shoe, lose your mind, break something. But that’s the point. That’s what Diarrhea Planet wants. They want to be a terrible band that you actually kind of love going nuts when listening to. And with four out of six guys playing guitar, it’s not that hard to let their music lead you towards some really bad decisions. (Here’s hoping.)
The band’s come pretty far since their living-room-show days back in college. They’ve released three albums since then–the latest called Turn to Gold which was produced by Vance Powell (the creative engineer behind Jack White and Chris Stapleton) who made sure to keep every song drenched with their energetic aggression (because, well, no shit–Diarrhea Planet’s sound is best when heard live). You want to be able to taste their sweat and potential hangovers no matter where you’re listening to them. (But you kind of don’t have a choice, anyway.)
When you play over 200 shows a year like this band, performing your guts out is a must. And that’s what Diarrhea Planet wants, too. They want shit to get dirty and fucked up (as ideal punk shows are supposed to be) and when they play explosive songs like “Your Head” and “Hammer of the Gods” and “Announcement” they want to remind you of what they’ve always said: “Shred ‘till you’re dead or go to hell.” Now it’s time to go crush a beer can, do a little crowd surfing, and maybe do some things you might regret. (But don’t regret anything, actually.) What happens at a DP show stays at a DP show…and everybody knows it.
8 p.m. (doors at 5 p.m.)