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Creepsville 666

When: Fri., Sept. 25, 9 p.m. 2009

For the psychobilly-inclined, sunny Arizona's Creepsville 666 pretty much has it all: gleefully ghoulish lyrics, a coffin-shaped standup bass, and a sensibility situated somewhere between the Stray Cats and L.A. Guns. "First time I saw you I knew it was love at first sight / You killed my baby without even blinking an eye," sings frontcreep Geno Dellamorte, en route to the kind of "WHOA-oh-oh-oh-OHHH" chorus that's stock in trade for any retro-punk outfit worth its Doc Martens. Colorado's own Hellbound Billy — whose "Creepy the Clown" is one of the better rockabilly odes to coulrophobia in recent memory — kicks off the family funfest at 9 p.m. in the cloistered confines of the Rocket Room (230 Pueblo Ave., myspace.com/therocketroom). Three bucks plus one immortal soul gets you in. — Bill Forman

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