Off in the distance, a whore moans

I love the Sunset Tavern. It's a great place to self-consciously dress in all your red clothing. They have good pizza. The stage has a really cool picture of what the venue looks like from the performer's perspective.

And at the top of the musical lineup tonight, we have The Hounds of the Wild Hunt, who inject spirited hardcore vocals into huge, crushing singalongs, and I can't believe they haven't played a show since July. You should really listen to their songs on myspace or something, but just in case you're lazy, I will create an awkward analogy that references another band: The Hounds of the Wild Hunt sound like if Cursive traded their string section for distortion pedals. In other words, they sound fucking wonderful.

Be sure to come early and check out Baltic Cousins, who sound like they are from Canada instead of Bellingham. Very sparse, with moments of lush noise that build in quite a lovely manner. And finally, the joyous noise of Dude York just begs for a punk singalong to burst into the street. They have a  song called Assassination that sounds like they remixed a bunch of Nirvana riffs into a cleverly re-appropriated collage of northwest rock.

8 bucks is a steal to see a lineup of this quality, don't miss it, especially if you haven't made plans for the weekend.