Guttermouth

I first saw Guttermouth as a teen in Austin in 1994: public nudity, fist fights, and yes — crowd surfing (hey, it was ’94), all led to the show’s cancellation, mid set. But it’s a conundrum, isn’t it? How can such a poppy band instigate so much angst? Similar to an overtly-explicit erotic cake, you have to take the sweet baked goodness with the accompanying marzipan butt plug — musically speaking. The boys have made a point of living up to their name: Guttermouth’s been banned from Canada, jumped ship halfway through a Warped Tour, and incited crowds to the brink of rioting — all with pep in their collective step and a cheekful of impropriety to spit on any crowd. So how is it that this group has stayed in the teenage punk realm of stardom for, now, two decades? By embracing everything that you’re not supposed to at age 16: snottiness, horniness, silliness, and fuck-offedness.
Sun., July 27, 9 p.m., 2008