Guardian contributor and Battleship playa Gene Bae wants to sing the praises of the band Little Claw:
Rock ’n’ roll used to be dangerous. To engage in it at all was to be an outsider, a rebel unfit for genteel society. These days, however, rock ain’t much more than nostalgia – and the biggest danger is possibly throwing one’s back out lifting an amplifier. That’s why Little Claw are such a relief. A trio from Hamtramck, a little Polish American village just outside Detroit, Little Claw make rock ’n’ roll that’s once again unhinged.
Drummer Hendrik sounds more interested in beating up his kit than laying down beats. Kilynn’s and Heath’s guitars spew dissonant chord progressions and riffs too retarded to even call garage. The space between sounds is cavernous. Into this emptiness, Kilynn fearlessly wails. Lyrics such as “I killed my father<\!s>/ I wear his head like a crown” might make one think of Jim Morrison. But you get the feeling Little Claw’s psychedelic visions would probably make that poseur wet his leather pants.
Bands this volatile don’t come along too often or last too long. With only a few hard-to-find releases to its name – and with another coming on Ecstatic Peace – its three-show swing through the Bay Area is not to be missed.
Little Claw play Thursday, April 5, 9 p.m., $6. Knockout SF, 3223 Mission, SF. (415) 550-6994. Also Saturday, April 7, 6 p.m. (early show!), $5. Hemlock Tavern, 1131 Polk, SF. Also Saturday, April 7, 10 p.m., call for price. Peacock Lounge, 552 Haight, SF. (415) 621-9850