A Sweet Eagle.
IRON TONGUE / SWEET EAGLE
7:30 p.m., Juanita’s. $3.
Dear Juanita’s, thanks for hosting a weekend of much-needed local rawk. Iron Tongue is really great stuff. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. They’re so loud and forward that it literally contorts your body. Once, during one of their sets, my friend told me that I “looked like I sat on a crooked stump,” whatever that means. Sounds about right, though. When a band roars and thrashes and sounds like a warship made out of muscles, you’re bound to walk a bit funny. And Sweet Eagle…let me tell you, Juanita’s, they’re going to chip the paint off of that big, blue mural on your wall. They’re a true super group in a town where, well, everyone’s a super group by default. The Eag — can we start calling them “The Eag,” y’all? — is like when you’re a kid (or, y’know, 25) and you make your “perfect team” out of baseball cards, except it’s with dudes in town who are just, y’know, really freaking good at ripping blisters in people’s ear canals with their instruments. Thanks for a good weekend. Keep ’em coming. Best to you, Juanita’s.
—John Tarpley