Feeling the winter chill? Warm up with the Pop Machine. No, not the Pop Machine from Indianapolis, or the Pop Machines from Chicago, but Seattle’s own Pop Machine, who play classic and I mean classic, sticky-sweet, toothache powerpop that’s like syrupy, hot cocoa for your rock’ n roll soul. They have a long list of influences, the Nerves, Shangri-La’s, Rolling Stones, the Beatles, Chuck Berry, Stiv Bators, the Beach Boys, Phil Spector, Only Ones, and Replacements and say they sound (as do many, many, other punky bands on myspace) like “shit” but it’s actually more like the Undertones if they had enlisted foxy doo-wopping back-ups singers. Kind of a “Teenage Kicks” ooo-laaaa sort of thing, which makes them an entertainingly listenable band kids can dig with mum and never hear a single “turn that racket down”. Whether that’s good or bad is up to you. With Wallpaper, Luminous Craft and Husbands Love Your Wives. MACHELL DUMA LAVASSAR
Listen to a sample of The Pop Machine’s “True Love.”
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Sat., Dec. 29, 9 p.m., 2007
