I didn't wear earplugs so my ears ate shit the next day. But it was worth it.
The Mayyors–Woodhouse, Mark Kaiser, Julian Elorduy, John Pritchard–play high-speed, saturated, maxed-out, addictive, up-in-your-shit noise punk. Heather Klinger told me they're Sac's only "supergroup." I don't know about that, but they kill.
I’m not sure if guitarist Woodhouse was playing out of stacked Marshalls this past Friday at a basement show in Midtown, but, according Tim Foster, he evidently takes pride in gratuitously ratcheting up the decibels. It’s borderline abuse, but it’s worth it.
They don’t do MySpace, MP3s, Web sites, promotions, demos, and they repeatedly misspell their monikker, so I can't give you much info. Woodhouse practically laughed when I asked to do a story.
But there are shows in March. And rumblings of a 7-inch due sometime soon. Excellent.