Backseat Beat is a video series highlighting indie musicians and the city by the Bay. Armed with Flip cameras, we interview bands in the back seat of our â€˜83 Volvo as we spirit them away to unexpected, forgotten corners of San Francisco, where they plug in outdoors to play a few tunes. Each bandâ€™s performance transforms these urban spots from their anonymous day to day existence into surreal, magical backdrops.
A pair of lady roommates strumming ukuleles and harmonizing sweetly on neo-thirties love songs â€” what could be more innocent than that? As it turns out, pretty much anything. Don't be fooled by the doe eyes. Hate Factory turned out to be our girls-gone-wildest ride yet. But then again what do you expect from a back seat full of girls who subscribe to the bonobo school of conflict resolution?
Apparently the Downer Party's Sierra Frost doesn't just have a knack for crafting sick band names, she also has a gift for routinely attracting ass-kicking bandmates. She and Katelyn Sullivan are like the angelic babysitters you're happy to leave your kids with, only to come home at midnight to find they've relieved your medicine cabinet of that expired bottle of Tylenol with codeine, helped themselves to the dusty bottle of brandy hidden behind the cereal boxes in the pantry, and racked up your cable bill watching the Jenna Jameson retrospective on demand after tucking the rugrats into bed.
Hanging out with Hate Factory was a little like drinking in the gutter on Tin Pan Alley, chugging a concoction of equal parts 1970s women's consciousness raising group and friendship bracelets, with a stiff shot of Howard Stern. By the end of our shoot not only were we willing to overlook that cable bill, but Brad was menstruating. We don't like you, Hate Factory. We love you.
Want info on Hate Factory's killer EP, Tecatepocalypse? Yep, we thought so.
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