Slim Cessna’s Auto Club – Tickets – Mississippi Studios – Portland, OR – July 31st, 2015

Slim Cessna's Auto Club

Denver, CO-based country group who have been making music together for over 20 years

Slim Cessna's Auto Club

Michael Dean Damron

Fri, July 31, 2015

Doors: 8:00 pm / Show: 9:00 pm

$12.00

This event is 21 and over

Mostly Standing / Limited Balcony Seats 

Slim Cessnas Auto Club
Slim Cessnas Auto Club
After more than 20 riotous years of constant touring and album releases, one of the most celebrated and cult-approved ensembles in rock are preparing the latest chapter in their storied career.

Slim Cessna’s Auto Club are announcing the launch of their new record label, SCACUNINCORPORATED, set to begin releasing new material, various collections, and reissues from their own band beginning this spring. In addition, the label will be boasting a catalog of new releases from SCAC off-shoots Denver Broncos UK, Munly & The Lupercalians and more, as well as brand new material from the Auto Club as soon as 2016.

There comes a moment in every Slim Cessna’s Auto Club show when you realize you’re seeing something you’ll never see anywhere else. It’s Slim Cessna in a white cowboy hat and beard, the lights haloing his ungainly frame, horn-rimmed glasses flashing through the smoke. He’s trading lyrics and insults with Munly Munly, gaunt and strange, dressed in a shade of black particular to preachers and burnt down barns. Their voices rise and converge in the kind of exquisite harmony usually found in Sacred Harp congregations, and then the band cuts loose, the best live band in the world, and the two men are doing battle, playing out some cathartic war between good and evil on stage. Or trading dance steps. You can’t tell.

I said the best live band in the world, and I ain’t the only one. No Depression and Spin Magazine have said the same. This is a band that’s held its own onstage with everybody from Johnny Cash to theDresden Dolls. But you listen to the recording of “That Fierce Cow is Common Sense in a Country Dress,” and it’ll take you just about four minutes before you realize you’re listening to the best band in the world, period. It’s Lord Dwight Pentacost leading the lunatic rapture on his Jesus and Mary double-necked guitar; Rebecca Vera playing pedal steel so sublimely that I swear to God you can see the ghost of Ralph Mooney circling the stage; and, holding down the rhythm section like they have with each other since seventh grade, The Peeler on drums and Danny Pants on the doghouse bass, driving the band, making you lose your damn mind.

They’ve been making music for over twenty years, and there is, quite simply, nothing else like it. It’s gospel music, is what I’ve decided. Gospel music for a blasted world. A world straining and bursting in constant pain, but one that can’t help but overspill with joy – even knowing better. And the songs, Jesus. Songs about Colorado Indian hater John Chivington, alien abductions, patricide, a man born without a spine. This is the wild, bloody and weird America of Harry Crews, the only America worth a damn. It’s what Flannery O’Connor was trying to say when she wrote of dark romances and the grotesque. If you’ve got a heart, these songs’ll break it, and if you’ve got any laughter left in you, they’ll beat it out of you until you cry.

I probably can’t improve on what Jello Biafra said about Slim Cessna’s Auto Club, that they’re “the country band that plays the bar at the end of the world.” But I like to think that as long as they’re around, they can still save us from that end. Or at least from what currently passes as country music.
Michael Dean Damron
Michael Dean Damron
"Michael is one full grown walking bad ass song writing son of a bitch with grit, groove, tone, taste and high coolness." ~Ray Wylie Hubbard