Evicted: Tongue Party’s August Residency @ Downtown Grumpy’s – Pt. 1: Murf & Novacron
Beloved downtown beer/food/music pit Grumpy’s Downtown will be shaking loose this mortal coil soon, but before it does Minneapolis trash cult TONGUE PARTY will be doing their best to fell the place on its own…well, with a little help from their friends, as they will be hosting a residency through the month of August. (And that will be the one and only Beatles reference herein, I promise)
TONGUE PARTY are having a hell of a 2018 so far. They released their first full-length through Learning Curve Records last June to much aplomb and are looking at a string of east coast dates through the fall to spread their garbage-rock gospel en masse.
TONGUE PARTY have been a reliable mainstay of the Minneapolis community since 2014, so it is apropos that they give Downtown Grumpy’s’s lauded side-room it’s due.
“At the time, there was no word about them closing,” says drummer Brandon Hile. “Before we found out this was the last residency we were just booking the shows the way we always do which is creating as much carnage and sonic annihilation as we can. Ryan from Grumpy’s got a hold of us and told us it was still a go; we just assumed it’ll probably be the last.
“With that in mind, we wanted to make the shit memorable and also make it a proper send off.”
And what a send off this month is going to be. This Saturday, August 4th, hyper-kinetic Robocop worshippers Murf will be doing…what it is they do, and doing it well. Local piece-miel legends Novacron will be there, too, to bring some class to the joint before it’s rubble. Noisey class.
I asked Brandon what his favorite Grumpy’s memory was, and in truest form here’s what he had to say:
“As far as my favorite memory, it would probably be that time Tongue Party was playing at Grumpy’s as a part of another band’s residency and there was a wedding reception next door at Day block. The wedding party actually called the cops and filed a noise complaint because we were supposedly to loud. I mean, they called the cops on a legit music venue on a Saturday night for a noise complaint – get fucking real, right? I guess they won’t have to worry about that when there’s condos there instead.”
Boo-urns, I say to that. Let’s party. By all means enjoy the tracks below and patronize the shit out of these fine gentlemen (in the communal sense, not the ‘I’m a prick and I think I’m better than you’ sense); but get your ass down to Grumpy’s each Saturday in August around 9:00 PM so you can see some history, Gus. Let’s fuckin’ party.
Adam Johnson lives in Minneapolis with his wife, cats, and guitars.