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by christina wagner
Two-thirds from Athens, Georgia, Daddy’s Little Princess consists of Terrance on vocals and guitar, Johnny on bass and Lamonte (aka Jay Carter) on drums. I had every intention of trashing this band, being that Jay “Lazer” Carter is a total bag of douche, but the band was nothing that I expected; I was pleasantly surprised. This unique brand of southern rock, fused with London pop, kept me on my toes, unsure of which direction I was heading next. And the entertainment doesn’t stop there. Equipped with a scarlet ruffled shirt that would put Jerry Seinfeld’s to shame, and trapped behind a little white jacket, it took me at least two or three glances to drink it all in. And that was just Terrance’s outfit.
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The witty banter between songs pretty much takes up half of their set. When they do play, Terrance belts out catchy hooks with the perfect dose of distortion and back-end vibrato that soars powerfully over clever guitar riffs and creative drumming techniques. It’s raw yet intelligent. Most of the bands around these days are easy to identify by the second song, but this band is not one of them. Each song tightly captures every element that influenced the band, ranging from 90s grunge to an almost garage band feel, but a tad bit more polished.
Although the group was a bit hesitant when I first told them I was writing this review (It was a going away party for Dude Hammer), even through the drunkenness, the whole energy was projected properly throughout the crowd. If anything, it felt heightened. Balls-to-the-wall and without a care, they were not playing to impress, nevertheless their raw energy and emotion bled through every note. The McCormick’s vodka proved to be fuel, rather than a damper on the whole event.
Next up was Dude Hammer. The name alone is pretty brilliant, but this so-called group is more is of a performance act. An extremely entertaining performance act. Featuring awesome cheerleaders in interesting costumes that made even me blush, I had a hard time looking the “Man Servant” in the eyes when he ordered beers from me at the bar. The reason for all of this mayhem was because of Dude Hammer. This was their last show, so if you missed it, you really missed out.
Dude Hammer is comprised of Dugn and Barry, although this very special evening, they rented Man Servant from Fuel. Man Servant sported almost an S & M type speedo, body glitter, and that’s about all I can recall. Remember the whole not-looking-him-in-the-eye thing? Dugn and Barry rocked banana and hot dog suits, chasing each other around the floor and stage and pumping up the crowd while giving shoutouts to hot dogs, bananas, pornography, Budweiser, pussy and, of course, themselves as well as chanting out “USA” several times.
One of my favorite moments of this glorious evening had to be after Daddy’s Little Princess’ second set. Dude Hammer took the stage again, egging on the crowd to demand an encore performance from DLP. The problem was that they apparently didn’t have any more songs, so they decided to play their first song. Nice try boys.
All in all, the entire event was more than enjoyable. Like the majority of shows around here in Jacksonville, the attendance could have been better, although it wasn’t too bad. So quit being lazy, Jacksonville, and get out there to support your scene. It can’t just support itself.
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