Laura's Moving Away Party! Poor Dumb Bastards * The Beaumonts

Rudyard's British Pub

September 30, 2016
9:00PM-2:00AM
Map of Rudyard's British Pub

Rudyard's British Pub
  2010 Waugh Dr, Houston, TX 77006
  (713) 521-0521
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Poor Dumb Bastards (Houston, TX)http://www.facebook.com/pages/Poor-Dumb-Bastards/126350582202 PDB was formed in March 1991 by long time hetero life partners and musical collaborators, Mike Porterfield and Byron Dean. The initial interest was to find a means to get into Emo’s for free, later they discovered Emo’s was always free. Drawing on their collective influences and experiences from some of their earlier work, bands like Cretinoid, Plutonium Flatheads and the Byron Weird Group, Mike and Byron set out create a genre all their own, hence “Texas Drunk Rock” was born. Add the non bass playing talents of Steve Scholtes and the competent, metronomic drumming of Chi Chi Macoola, and PDB were able to carve their initials on the bathroom door of the Texas music scene. Through the many years and many lineup changes, but these Ill-minded sewer rockers have stayed true to their founding principals. POWER, PERFORMANCE, PERVERSIONBeaumonts (Lubbock, Tx)http://www.thebeaumontstx.com/There’s something about Lubbock. Something other than the oppressive blue sky, the unavoidable cloud of shit-smell that occasionally engulfs the city, the flat, featureless landscape, or the preponderance of teen pregnancy, boredom, alcoholism, and God. There’s music. Yes, indeed there is. The Hub City has spawned music like you wouldn’t believe. Music loved by folks the world over. Even the real “King of Rock and Roll” came from Lubbock, and if you believe that (which you’d be a damn fool not to), then it ain’t too much of a stretch to believe Lubbock is also home to the greatest country band that ever existed. That band is THE BEAUMONTS.It wasn’t too long ago that four of Lubbock’s most loved veteran musicians decided the state of Texas country music was dismal at best, and horrifying at its worst. Somehow, over the last twenty years, it became acceptable for a group of frat-boys to show up in thrift-store AC/DC shirts, play half-ass Lynyrd Skynyrd tunes about drinking Lone Star and smoking weed, and call that “country.” Well, good friends, THE BEAUMONTS didn’t think that was “all that damn country” and decided to do something about it. What resulted was a juggernaut of essence, the trooest of troo cvntry, something akin to the creation of the universe, but with Telecasters. Behold, good friends, and delight in the majesty of THE BEAUMONTS!