Tuesday, Oct 4, 2016 10:00 PM (Doors @ 9:00 PM)$8 ADV$10 DOS18+Jacuzzi Boys: The year, 2007. The Boys, Jacuzzi. Hatched inside a vulture's nest, Jacuzzi Boys emerged from deep within the Florida wilds, three radioactive chicks cawing for their piece of electric rock pie. With No Seasons (Florida's Dying) they freaked their way through the swamps, a psycho stomp of a record, all hallucinations and hand claps. Glazin’ (Hardly Art) found a more polished sound. They installed AC units inside their mobile homes, found a way to turn neon into ice cubes. Now, with their third full-length, the self-titled Jacuzzi Boys, they're going grand, building limestone monuments to those that boogied before them, while writing hypnotic ear worms by the light of a cigarette. Gone is the swamp-thing snarl. In it’s place, the indestructible cool of the casino slot-jockey with nothing to lose. Recorded at Key Club Recording Co. in Benton Harbor, Michigan—same as 2010’s Glazin’—the new record takes full advantage of expert engineers Bill Skibbe and Jessica Ruffins' sonic sandlot, with Kramer in charge of mastering. The end result? A smashing set of tunes as dazzling as a sparkler. It’s like that movie you once saw. The one with the boy and the girl and the plastic lounger on the beach. “Be My Prism” was the invitation. “Black Gloves” and “Double Vision” the promise. “Dust” was the rising tide. “Rubble,” the dirty uncle. “Hotline” was the lightning storm, and “Ultraglide” was the ending, the part where he drove her home with the windows down. You remember you liked it. It stayed with you while you swam alone in your pool that night.Paint Fumes: Taco Bell eatin voodoo magicin mad dog 20-20 drinkin night train ridin lucid dreamsThe Nude Party: Spawned from the dark basements of Boone, North Carolina, The Nude Party's origins are based less in music than an overall lust for sweaty, booze fueled nights of debauchery and dancing. The nude boys arrived to Boone with not much more than a few bad ideas and some second hand musical equipment that they hadn't yet learned how to use. Naturally, the boys began assembling songs in a nostalgic search for the true roots of the rock and the roll. After a series of wild naked happenings, the nude boys eventually became The Nude Party and their antics were taken from parties in the Appalachians to bars and venues throughout the southeast. While the boys have now acquired some turtle necks and denim shorts, their rock and roll attitudes are still very much exposed.