For Localized in the month of August, SLUG brings you four-letter word bands who go by their first names only. I have a tendency not to trust people who won’t tell you their last name, and I intend to stick to that. I suggest that you do the same. Fittingly, Localized falls on Friday the 13th this month, and will take place at the Urban Lounge, 241 South 500 East. The Urban Lounge is a private club for members only.


Rez: Bass
Jason: Drums
Joey: Vocals and guitar

Russel and I met Iota at Brewvies. By the time we arrived to meet the band, Rez was trashed and the extent of that became more and more evident as the evening progressed. The three members of Iota have been together as a band for two years. During that time, they have played few shows, preferring to jam together in their practice space rather than subject a crowd to their deafening and inscrutable music. I’ve noticed that a group of straight men together have a tendency to engage in homoerotic humor. Iota was no exception to this rule and Rez routinely interjected into the conversation comments to his bandmate about how beautiful he thought he was.

“We’re going to start playing a little more. The style of music that we play…you can’t dance to it, you can’t mosh to it, punks don’t like us, and it’s too loud for anybody else. We have friends who come out and support us, but that’s about it.” Joey explains. “It’s so loud that people have to go outside.”

They have a song about a cat. Jason found a kitten in the middle of the road. He took it in and nursed it back to health and cared for it. And it pissed and shit allover his house. Although he clearly has gone to some effort to write the lyrics to this particular cat-related song, the vocals are incoherent when they play. I anticipate that when they perform on Friday, they will not tell you what song they are about to play and you won’t be able to understand it, either. They don’t stress a stage presence [“We aren’t there to tell fucking jokes. We’re there to fucking play,” Joey says] and evidently, they don’t like to discuss things with the audience. They have no jokes to tell.

“We kind of do repetitive trance-like psychedelic music,” Joey and Jason jointly explain to me. “A lot of weird noise, fuzz and strange sounds. There’s a little sampling on the album, but not live.” They interrupt themselves to say that they want to beat the shit out of so-and-so, and they do this many times. When I listen to the tape after the interview, I can’t hear who these poor unfortunates are that deserve the wrath of Iota over the fuzz.
Bring earplugs.

For February, we at SLUG express our deep love for synthesizers at Localized. This love can be witnessed the second Friday of February at the Urban Lounge, a private club.


Paul Burke: Vocals, keyboard, drum sequencer
Bryce Okubo: Vocals, keyboard

Tuesday evening they have pitcher specials for students at the Desert Edge Pub and Brewery, so Paul Burke suggested that we meet there after I suggested some beerless coffee shop.

“We’ve played in my basement, at Monk’s, and house parties,” Paul says. “We’ve only been together for a month, so we’ve only performed a few times.” Paul had been writing the songs for years without any intention of performing them. They didn’t fit well with his former band, The Downers, so he waited till now to play them. The name for the band was inspired by Genesis P. Orridge, the front man of the bizarre band Throbbing Gristle.

Bryce sips in a timorous manner at his beer, and by the end of the night he has only had about half a glass. He explains that he doesn’t have the enzyme which metabolizes alcohol, and many other Asians don’t, either. I have no idea if this is true or not. Despite having only been together for a month, they already have a demo recorded, and they intend to bring a few of those to Localized, in addition to some new stuff. They have the ability to do this because they have a studio in their basement. It’s OK to dance to Late Night Sleep TV, and they encourage you to do so. The lack of dancing is why they dislike playing in bars and prefer to play house parties and all-ages shows. The fear of losing your beer prevents so many people from dancing. “Watch Footloose,” Paul exhorts hipsters.

They describe themselves as being “neo-dance pop,” but their fan club years from now will describe them as among the first of the New Unusual movement. During this explanation, Bryce gets up to answer the first of many cell-phone calls, each call punctuated with a remark as to how very important this particular call is.

“All the new stuff is going to be me and Bryce,” says Paul. “We’ve started a lot of new tracks. Instead of it just being me working on these songs solo, now it’s going to be Bryce helping me out,” Paul says. “What I like about Late Night Sleep TV is that I don’t really strain my voice. It’s lower and … stranger; monotone.”