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Saturday September 12
2026
8:00PM doors -- music at 9:00PM ••• ALL AGES $35 $41.51 in advance [35 face value + 6.51 service fee] Bratmobile instagram.com/therealbratmobile punk rock A La Tata formerly T.I.T.S. synth punk Bratmobile -from Olympia, WA -Along with Bikini Kill, Bratmobile spearheaded the riot grrrl revolution of the early 1990s, battling the long-standing dominance of men within the punk rock community to help empower a new generation of female musicians and fans. Comprised of singer Allison Wolfe, guitarist Erin Smith, and drummer Molly Neuman, Bratmobile made their debut at 1991's International Pop Underground convention, a landmark indie music festival mounted in Olympia, Washington by Beat Happening frontman and K Records honcho Calvin Johnson; after a handful of singles -- with members spread out between California, Washington, and Maryland, recording was a logistical nightmare -- the trio finally released an LP, Pottymouth, in 1993. 1994's The Real Janelle EP was Bratmobile's final studio date, although a July 1993 BBC broadcast was issued the following year as The Peel Session EP. In the wake of the group's demise, Neuman joined the Peechees, while Wolfe and Smith reunited in Cold Cold Hearts. Bratmobile re-formed in March 1999 to play a series of dates as the opening act for Sleater-Kinney; the new album Ladies, Women, and Girls was released in fall 2000. ~ Jason Ankeny, Rovi A La Tata -from San Francisco, CA -Born in the fertile noise underground of San Francisco in 2005, this all-female outfit first made their mark as T.I.T.S. — a name as confrontational as their sound. Now reformed as A La Tata, the band shed their power amps and flying v’s for retro synths and a fresh vocal style, their cosmic witch metal traded in for primitive, perimenopausal synth punk, ferocity fully intact. Don’t come looking for a manifesto. Their compositions speak for themselves: driving, dynamic and unapologetically theirs. The band draws on a sprawling personal archive of musical experience across projects including Death Sentence: Panda!, Towel, Condor, and Crack W.A.R. — each thread woven into a sound that is simultaneously abrasive and enchanting, chaotic and deeply deliberate. What A La Tata reminds us, without ever saying so, is that women build their own sonic worlds — richly strange ones. |
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