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Join us for our annual Christmas show with Terry Anderson & the Olympic Ass
Music’s a racket that plays out a lot like the high school cafeteria: There are the popular girls and the bespectacled Lisa Loebs, the meathead Macklemores and the brainy Decemberists. But you won’t find Terry Anderson, because he’s already snuck from the lunch room to the parking lot to twist off some tops with his mates.
It was probably in such a state that they elected to call themselves the Olympic Ass-Kickin Team, or OAK Team. The point is that Anderson and company don’t play the game because they’re too busy having their own brand of fun. It’s the kind of Main Street, steak-and-potatoes rock that ruled the airwaves before everything went sideways with disco, hair metal and Euro synth-pop. It’s bar-band rock of the highest caliber, capable of tracing its roots to Rockpile and NRBQ. Some of it jangles like a Big Star earring jiggling beneath a pretty woman’s ear. Other tracks break out the harmonica, crank the organ or turn up the boogie. Others saunter to Stonesy country-rock bite, which won’t surprise those who remember Anderson from his prior associations with the Yayhoos and the Georgia Satellites’ Dan Baird.
The music’s playful everyman vibe translates to frequently humorous or self-effacing lyrics, from the gothic rockabilly of “Daddy Had a Wreck” to the power-pop of “Nervous Around Girls.” They understand that music’s first and foremost about escapism, so they put the party in full-effect with punchy R&B rave-ups like “Feel a Drunk (Coming On)” and strutting rock blasts like “You Had Me At Get Lost.” They’re released four albums in eight years, most recently 2011’s More Smooth Jazz and Sweet Sweet Jams. In many respects, they’re a return to the lighthearted ’70s, when—to be romantic about an era—good times and laughs were more important than retweets. —Chris Parker