In a recent strip of "Nothing Nice to Say," Mitch Clem's web comic, the protagonist argues that punk is alive and well. "Next time I'm out at a show enjoying the Arrivals or Big Eyes or Criaturas or Future Virgins or Vacation Bible School or any of the other hundreds of super exciting relevant punk bands out there right now, I'm glad you're not gonna be there bringing everyone down," he says.
Missoula's Buddy Jackson joins those ranks of bands refusing to believe punk is dead. The band's new seven-song Impound EP spent this spring languishing in a car impounded by the city (trupunx), but recently the recordings were rescued and released for download on Bandcamp. Two-thirds pop, one-third cranky bastard rock, Buddy Jackson's driven, snotty and bummed-out tunes end up stuck in your head whether you think punk is still cool or not.
Bassist Timmy Arrowtop and guitarist Nick Campbell trade vocals, and Arrowtop's gruff, Leatherface-y delivery plays off Campbell's more boyish style, sometimes to a neat layering effect, like on "Cutting Room Floor." With a solid EP, hilariously offensive T-shirt and promising upcoming shows, Buddy Jackson is off to a darn good start.
Buddy Jackson and the Whoopass Girls open for Bomb the Music Industry Fri., Aug. 31 at 9 p.m at the Palace. $5/$10 for ages 20 and under.