SoCal rockers, The Original Booty Burglars don't give a fuck about winning a Grammy, content with their hard-core life of playing dirty rock n' roll, ingesting everything they can get their hands in, and playing grab-ass with any and all nalgitas that dare to cross their paths. With inane lyrics that instruct fans how to get slobbered on whiskey, then find a chica with a dope body, good personality and nibble-prone thighs, these guys are a crazy mix between your typical bar band, Primus, and Dread Zeppelin, without the Zeppelin covers, Elvis voice... or reggae riddims. Okay, they're not really that much like Dred Zep at all, but they're kinda just as weird.
They will melt your friggin' face off in fact! They are also really nice guys, from lead singer Jerry Curl to everyone's favorite avuncular role-model Uncle Jesse, who rips the shit out of a guitar whether noodling solos or banging out Satan-worthy metal riffs. We recently hung with the boys, originally from outer space and scattered realms of the U.S., down in Venice, with a guest acoustic gee-tar hero and minus bassist Catfish and drummer Punky Meadows.
When the boys aren't chasing skirts that obscure lovely asses in their favorite bars, which include Big Wang's, Lava Lounge, 14 Below, Rainbow Room, Mr. T's and Old Towne Pub, they eat tacos. Look here at their show schedule.
In regard to tacos, the boys say," Hmmm, that's a toughie...pink taco's are always nice, butt we have to go with the joint we frequent the most for our taco fix, the Taco Truck right around the corner from our rehearsal studio (7th and Soto ~ Downtown). Umm, the rumor on the street is that it's named 'Los Peckos' (meaning "Freckles" in espanol), I'm not sure of the spelling, but that's the word. "
