The Swingin' Utters, another punk band with a funny name that's been doing this kind of thing for a while, will be playing loud and fast Sunday night at Velvet Jones in Santa Barbara. These self-described goofballs are, as their record company likes to say, "pretty much the trailblaizenistband that ever decided to put grandpa's banjo and spittoon next to the Marshall full stacks and the booze."
They started in the late '80s in Santa Cruz, then moved to San Francisco and got signed to Fat Wreck Chords and released a bunch of albums, the latest of which is titled "Here, Under Protest."
One reason they're still swingin' is obvious. While way too many bands have no one who can sing, the Utters have three guys who can really sing, which is always a good thing. They're even good for sound advice: "To our wives and girlfriends -- may they never meet!"
