Slim Cessna's Auto Club

Globe Hall Presents

Slim Cessna's Auto Club

Pale Sun, Wake The Bat

Friday, 12/29

Doors: 8:00 pm / Show: 9:00 pm

$15.00 - $70.00

This event is 16 and over

All sales are final. Review your order carefully, there are no refunds for any reason. Tickets are non-transferable. No tickets are mailed to you, your name will be on the will call list night of show. Night of show (1) bring a valid government issued ID and (2) print your confirmation e-mail and bring with you night of show. Come hungry! Check out Globe Hall’s award winning BBQ!

Slim Cessna's Auto Club
There comes a moment in every Slim Cessna’s Auto Club show when you realize you’re seeing something you’ll never see anywhere else. It’s Slim Cessna in a white cowboy hat and beard, the lights haloing his ungainly frame, horn-rimmed glasses flashing through the smoke. He’s trading lyrics and insults with Munly Munly, gaunt and strange, dressed in a shade of black particular to preachers and burnt down barns. Their voices rise and converge in the kind of exquisite harmony usually found in Sacred Harp congregations, and then the band cuts loose, the best live band in the world, and the two men are doing battle, playing out some cathartic war between good and evil on stage. Or trading dance steps. You can’t tell.

I said the best live band in the world, and I ain’t the only one. No Depression and Spin Magazine have said the same. This is a band that’s held its own onstage with everybody from Johnny Cash to the Dresden Dolls. But you listen to the recording of “That Fierce Cow is Common Sense in a Country Dress,” and it’ll take you just about four minutes before you realize you’re listening to the best band in the world, period. It’s Lord Dwight Pentacost leading the lunatic rapture on his Jesus and Mary double-necked guitar; Rebecca Vera playing pedal steel so sublimely that I swear to God you can see the ghost of Ralph Mooney circling the stage; and, holding down the rhythm section like they have with each other since seventh grade, The Peeler on drums and Danny Pants on the doghouse bass, driving the band, making you lose your damn mind.

They’ve been making music for over twenty years, and there is, quite simply, nothing else like it. It’s gospel music, is what I’ve decided. Gospel music for a blasted world. A world straining and bursting in constant pain, but one that can’t help but overspill with joy – even knowing better. And the songs, Jesus. Songs about Colorado Indian hater John Chivington, alien abductions, patricide, a man born without a spine. This is the wild, bloody and weird America of Harry Crews, the only America worth a damn. It’s what Flannery O’Connor was trying to say when she wrote of dark romances and the grotesque. If you’ve got a heart, these songs’ll break it, and if you’ve got any laughter left in you, they’ll beat it out of you until you cry.

I probably can’t improve on what Jello Biafra said about Slim Cessna’s Auto Club, that they’re “the country band that plays the bar at the end of the world.” But I like to think that as long as they’re around, they can still save us from that end. Or at least from what currently passes as country music.

– Benjamin Whitmer, author of Pike and Cry Father, and co-author with Charlie Louvin of Satan is Real: The Ballad of the Louvin Brothers
Pale Sun
Pale Sun was formed by the steady gravitational force between Jeff Suthers and Kit Peltzel. With Jeff in Volplane and Kit in Space Team Electra, the two existed as close families, playing gigs and spending many epic and inspired years together. Time passed, those bands broke up and each continued on with other projects of varying success. Jeff with Bright Channel, Orbiteer and Pteranodon and Kit with Snake Rattle Rattle Snake, Mr. Pacman and The Denver Gentlemen. It wasn't until Jeff formed Moonspeed that the two actually played together. This short lived space rock orchestra succumbed to the pressure of organizing the eleven busy musicians. When Kit left SRRS, the two decided to join forces and Pale Sun was born. They quickly sought out the incredible talents of Brian Marcus of Tjutjuna on guitar and Eddie Corcoran to hold down the bass notes. After all those years of playing with serious intentions, Pale Sun has taken the approach of writing and performing music for the pure love of it, always bringing the heart of the music to the front while letting the rest fall into place. As might be expected, the sounds shimmer in the light of Shoegaze with hints of surf in the guitar tones while the bass and drums drive the cadence to the celestial shore.
Wake The Bat
Venue Information:
Globe Hall
4483 Logan Street
Denver, CO, 80216