Daniel McMillan graced the pages of Go Triad with a four star review of Invasion of the Saucermen, the latest release from Greensboro's favorite sons of the Man in Black, The Tremors.
If you haven't heard them, they sound like Buddy Holly on speed, early Roy Orbison (way before Pretty Woman) with a switchblade, Carmen Miranda with extra bananas... okay, maybe not Carmen Miranda... but you get my meaning.
Full disclosure: Slim Perkins, whose girth is matched only by the upright bass he slaps around on stage, is a long-time friend of mine. We met at Somewhere Else Tavern, back in its Freeman Mill location, where we quickly progressed from introductions to a drunken upper-body flash when his officially became the first pair of pierced nipples I had seen.
That's right, you pervs - he was flashing, not me. Anyway, ours has been a charmed friendship ever since... or as charming as anything gets when Slim and I get together and let loose our sailor vocabularies.
Get yourself a CD, get to a show and get rockabilly-fied.
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