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Sheer Mag feat. Laffing Gas
Through daytime television, tawdry paperbacks and pop-psych seminars, the self-help industry pulls in an annual $10 billion, promising the secrets to defeat procrastination, de-clutter the home and achieve the body one has always imagined living in.
Because we all strive to be better, everyone is guilty of some self-help motivator. Mine is Sheer Mag, a straight-up rock ’n’ roll band from Philadelphia that’s tighter, tauter, hotter and more powerful than your favorite athlete’s ass. When I need a pick-me-up or an attaboy, I turn to the quintet’s rippin’ trio of EPs. The combo of singer Tina Halladay’s voice — like Etta James compressed through a tin can — and guitarist Kyle Seely’s indomitable uncle-rock shredding resets any bad attitude and psychs me the fuck up.
Before dates and after breakups, I listen to Sheer Mag. For basketball warm-ups and watching hockey fights, I listen to Sheer Mag. I think I could bear a major and un-anesthetized surgery with only a tall beer and “What You Want” booming out of a fine rig of speakers.
Short for “Sheer Magnitude,” the quintet emerged from the Irish and Italian American enclave of South Philly — the neighborhood pictured in It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Like the best moments of the absurd townie comedy, Sheer Mag’s combo of ’70s radio rock, punk grit and anti-capitalist attitude makes you want to pump fists and get drunk on a roof with your oldest friends. $8, 8pm Sat, Paper Tiger, 2410 N. St. Mary’s St., papertigersa.com.
— Matt Stieb
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