Calling all half-wits, blockheads, imbeciles, clods, simpletons, goons and ignorami: The Queers
are coming! Since this writer's teenage punk band opened for the Queers at the old Bastille's in 1993, the much-loved New Hampshire trio has changed members repeatedly, without altering their primordial sound best described as snotty-catchy pop-punk ("Fuck the World," "Janelle, Janelle") cut with snotty-snotty punk-punk ("No Tit," "I Can't Stop Farting"). Although their best records are a decade behind them now (1993's Love Songs for the Retarded
and 1996's Don't Back Down
), frontman Joe King will doubtless be groaning flawless two-minute pop smears about beer and genitals in his nursing home. See him now before you have to wait for visiting hours.