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Smells Like Kitschy Spirit VII

  • Robinia Courtyard 829 East Washington Avenue Madison, WI, 53703 United States (map)

Noisy bands from across the Midwest pile on for Madison label Kitschy Spirit's annual blowout. Info

Wet Wallet.

Wet Wallet.

Editor’s note: This event has been moved from Art In to Robinia Courtyard.

Madison-based record label Kitschy Spirit, which has put out a variety of rock music from its hometown and beyond, combines experimental acts, punk bands, and community support in its annual Smells Like Kitschy Spirit celebration. (In former years it's also been known as Kitsch-As-Kitsch Can.) The event brings together bands from Madison, Milwaukee, Chicago, and Cleveland to showcase some of the more noisy, scruffy acts the area has to offer. The night will also feature donations and raffle items with proceeds going to Briarpatch Youth Services, a Madison non-profit that provides innovative services dedicated to strengthening and improving the lives of youth.

So far there are 10 bands scheduled to play, so here are some highlights: Chicago two-piece Wet Wallet fuses abrasive, scattered electronic effects with looping drum machines. Habitat For Insanity comes from Milwaukee to thrash around with fast-paced songs prone to circle pits and frantic hardcore riffs. Coming from Cleveland, The Missed is a power-punk outfit that blends bluesy guitar riffs with melodic punk vocals. Dead Familiars is a new project from Madison's Nate Karls, who has played in local bands including Dharma Dogs and The Momotaros and put out solo work with a lo-fi, indie-punk feel. Madison duo Gender Confetti bashes out punk jams rooted in queer resistance, anti-capitalism, and radical trans feminism. Their sound and song-writing spark feelings of joy, self-reflection, and rebellion. According To What is a poppy, fuzzy punk band from Madison that builds backhanded lyrics into its driving riffs and catchy melodies. Another Chicago band playing here, Hitter, drags old metal trends and classics back from the grave by the throat. —John McCracken