She bring me pain. I was ripped out of my skull when I saw the band at Bar Deluxe in Hollywood a couple of years ago, but remember vividly the glorious wall of twangy noise led by the scowling coo of Timbo. There was no shortage of sweaty swagger, bodies bouncing off bodies and shambling girls with great tattoos. Fights are a common occurrence at Speedbuggy shows. Things seem to naturally bust apart.
Bottles smash and beer fizzes through the air in foamy streams.
Sometimes the cops show up. The band understands it's a good thing if the cops arrive. Two months ago at a CD release bash in Los Angeles, the usual high jinks came down. Fights were breaking out and the club just flipped out. They cut us off after only six songs.