by Robert Bell
DASH RIP ROCK
9:30 p.m. Stickyz. $6.
Of all the bands that have had the “cow-punk” label pinned to them over the years, none of them lived up to that description more than South Louisiana’s Dash Rip Rock. For a good primer on the band’s overall sound, check out “Hits and Giggles” from back in 2000. It’s got 23 compact little ditties perfect for getting hopped up on cheap hooch and going out to raise some hell.
“Let’s Go Smoke Some Pot” is a Gen-X update of “Let’s Go to the Hop” that name-checks every Lollapalooza-bound band of the day, with just a hint of punk-rock disdain. The band has progressed from those early roots-rock ragers, though. Take, for example, 2007’s “Hee Haw Hell,” a concept record about a hillbilly who dies while partying and makes purgatorial layovers in the various circles of Hell, including a world where “Punk Rock Never Happened,” which bears an unsettlingly resemblance to our own.
Despite some lineup changes, Dash Rip Rock has been at it forever, so if you like hanging out at that amphetamine-addled intersection where punk rock and country meet, get into a dustup and then make nice and become best friends, don’t miss this chance to see one of the genre’s originators.