Two years ago as Austin’s complacency felt saturated by the overall stagnation of rock n roll, I came across The Bolos. They were young, hungry, and most importantly not just another band jumping shark and attempting to poorly play psyche. From the very beginning they stood out as a band with grit, shaping music out of creativity rather than a need to feel cool, a rare band from San Antonio to not lean on the region as a crutch but instead using it to incubate their noise and presence into something worth more than scene nods and not having to pay the cover whenever hitting up the local spot. In the time that’s passed I’ve kept a close watch on how their sound has developed, taking note as they stretch into themselves all the while climbing the impossible hill of recognition with absolute determination without the socialite stigma that often comes with it (which if we are being honest is what gets me the most stoked about the rest of the world slowly opening its heart to them). My days of tolerating bands who define themselves by rock n roll in hopes of being propped up as some holy savior of it are over, The Bolos are New York in the 70’s, a band without sly intentions or music shaped for the convenience of cool, a band who gets on the stage each night with a presence that clearly shouts, “fuck you if you can’t dig this,” never once have they seemed to need you to accept them, never once have I heard them put out a song backseating their integrity to chum up with whichever hyped sound of the week is, two years in on my awareness they have certainly proved themselves tough enough for our love.
Now they are about to head out into the world proving to everyone whether I am full of shit or not. To go along with the adventure they are putting out a tour tape which they have graciously allowed ANON Magazine to share with y’all first. Their tour kickoff is Saturday, June 11 at the Limelight with Wet Ones and Frot Girls, and you can catch them in Austin on Sunday, June 12th at Cheer Up Charlies with The Be Helds, The Dizzease, Leather Girls and Semihelix. These songs, especially “Babycakes,” show just how gigantic the Bolos are becoming, each sounding like a biker gang alpha-maleing it through the front door of some backwoods dive bar. These dudes have been tiptoeing around their importance for some time now, these new offerings show us they might just be ready to own up to it.
Jay Armstrong is one of our regular contributors at ANON Magazine. He writes with an honest and knowledgeable voice and runs Heycoolkid!, a means of changing and highlighting good dudes creating unpretentious incredible art that perpetually go unnoticed.