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Plastic Pinks at The Smell 6/18/17. Photo by Derrick K. Lee, Esq. (@Methodman13) for www.BlurredCulture.com.
Plastic Pinks at The Smell 6/18/17. Photo by Derrick K. Lee, Esq. (@Methodman13) for www.BlurredCulture.com.

The more I see and hear this band play, the more I dig them. I don’t know how to say it other than, “God damnit, I f’ing love this band”.

Not only does their music kick ass, but there’s something about this band when they’re on stage that draws me to them. Each player is skilled with their weapon of choice, but it’s how they play with each other that makes their live show that much more entertaining.

I went to The Smell after spending the day grilling meats for Father’s Day. With it being a Sunday night, I had a feeling that the timing of the gig would prevent people from wanting to head on out to catch a show. My assumption proved correct, and as I entered the venue with my gear, I noticed that the venue was sparsely filled only with die-hard music fans.

Notwithstanding the thin turnout, the Plastic Pinks took to the stage like a tropical hurricane and performed with the kind of wild abandon and ferocity that I was impressed with when I caught them at SXSW for Burgermania VI. Their front-man, June Summer, has charisma to spare, and whether he was wailing the lyrics, or moving his stocky frame with the smoothness of a snake to guitar solos his band-mates shred, he performed like it was a sold-out gig at The Palladium. F’ing awesome.

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