Inside...Outside...Tell me whatcha saw.  Feel the fire baby.  Have you ever stuffed a shitload of krystal hamburgers in your mouth (kind of like the Belushi Animal House cafeteria scene) and it clogged your beathing and almost killed you from burger suffocation but it was still somehow fantastic and glorious?

This weekend at the Mohawk will be like that, but instead of burgers stuffed in your cakehole, massive amounts of rock will be crammed in your earhole to your brains delight.  Time to plan your attack:

SUNSET RUBDOWN     COOL KIDS        VOXTROT        GRAND OLE PARTY

Thursday is a local peanut and better and jelly sandwich (toasted) with fun dip and queso (GOLDEN BEAR, LOXSLY, BUBBLES).  Thursday will also be topped off with a Special sneak peak happy hour show from PURE LUCK and HONKY, featuring our frinds from the legendary Butthole Surfers. Friday is RSVP only bitches (COOL KIDS, VOXTROT, BELAIRE), and first come first serve.  Saturday is a tasty cinnamon roll fresh out the quebec oven of indie rock (SUNSET RUBDOWN, GRAND OLE PARTY, HOSPITAL SHIPS), and Sunday is the poetic brillaince of our very own San Franciso synth treat (MASTER SLASH SLAVE).  Dont worry, they like guitars too.

Special guest DJs plan to pimp the stage as well throughout the weekend, so bring some binaca and sharpies.

All in all, The Mohawk can't wait to punch it's fists into it's face and spray this awesomeness all over you and your posse.  See you on Thursday.

         

 From Sean at Daytrotter on Sunset Rubdown:

The first response to a Sunset Rubdown song
has to be a powerful one. Take yourself, for instance, and now think of
yourself as a sliding glass door, just Windexed up, clear as a contact
lens. You’re just locked in, keeping the inside in and the outside out,
providing the boundary between nature and the dining room table. Then
BAM! A sparrow slams right into your windowy chest and falls limply to
the concrete ground below. Spencer Krug’s songs make you feel like both
the sparrow and the sliding glass door. You’re dumbfounded and dismayed
because the music is like a raging bonfire that catches the bottoms of
your pant legs ablaze and then hits you between the eyes with shovel.
So you burn and you pay attention. It jars something loose and gives
you life in the places of your body that don’t get courted enough by
modern song. It feels miraculous and so human it hurts because you
begin to question how much you’re really getting out of your own life
if Krug is able to get so much out of his that it yields such
insightful observations and celestial verses. He’s winning and you’re
just merely participating. It’s not true, really, but it is true that
he has a way of capturing the burning embers of whatever’s worth caring
about and whatever’s most savory. We were lucky enough to spend parts
of three days with Krug, his band and tour mates Frog Eyes when a
fortunate three-day hole in their tour schedule left them without any
shows and here in Iowa. We gave them a home, let them use a shower, a
computer and watch the third season of Aquateen Hunger Force. Never
before have I even thought it appropriate to say that the songs speak
for themselves, but it has never been truer. For Daytrotter, Sunset
Rubdown played one gorgeous new song called “Winged/Wicked Things” and three versions of songs that are strikingly different from their
recorded versions. “They Took A Vote And Said No” came about when we
had less than three minutes left on our 15-minute reel of tape. Krug
said, “I think we can do it” and then went at the song in warp s peed
to the glee of all the members of Frog Eyes in the control room. This
is special and I expect to hear about it. – Sean Moeller