It's true that Gram Rabbit has been knocking around the high desert of Joshua Tree for a long time now, so are hardly a brand spanking new revelation to anyone who has ever been fortunate enough to spend a weekend night under the starry skies of Pioneer Town enjoying a beer and the desert's finest music at Pappy & Harriet's. Pappy's could well be SoCal's best unintentionally kept secret - a honky tonk set in the amber dirt hills above J.Tree, and nestled in a literal old west town, albeit a honky tonk that routinely boasts sets by the likes of Peaches, Eagles of Death Metal, Josh Homme, and today's Bomb, Gram Rabbit. It's not hard to imagine why these folks love the desert. It's quiet, beautiful, and filled with a heady mix of artists, musicians and desert rat burnouts alike.
I've had several occasions, myself, to spend some time up there thanks to the fact that my friend Kate moved there several years ago. As unhappy as I may be to see her less frequently, I am a big fan of any instance of a friend moving someplace I love to visit. I am an even bigger fan of visiting her when she invites over all her friends and makes some killer pork chili verde. On one nice occasion, I got to play duelling DJ with Kate's former roommate, Killer, an indeed killer chick who tours as Peaches' sound crew. On another, the party included more tacos than I could load into a hollow leg, a bounce house, and the nice folks of Gram Rabbit - Todd & Jessika.
Gram Rabbit's music is a kind of symphony of disorder - almost impossible to categorize easily in any real genre. It is in turns party electro, desert funk, and guitar madness. "Bloody Bunnies" somehow made it onto the soundtrack to the now-defunct show "Life," although I can't imagine what bloody bunnies in the road could have had to do with any kind of cop show.
They play in LA at the Troubadour on Thursday. Their live shows are as whacked as their music, so if you like what you hear, go give it a look.
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