Sometimes you remember things for the strangest reasons. Sometimes songs or sayings or images or band names stick in your head for no obvious reason and they just can’t be shook — whether you want to or not.

And sometimes it feels like whatever you do, wherever you go, some things are just following you — demanding your attention.

So is the case with Vile Red Falcons and me. For some reason, this band is every direction I turn. Conveniently, the Falcons will be releasing a debut EP this Friday at The New Frontier Lounge. I suppose it gives me a chance to face the situation head on.

I don’t remember exactly when I first heard of Vile Red Falcons. Since the band played its first show on Halloween of last year at Bob’s Java Jive, it obviously wasn’t very long ago. After all, chances are my impression of the band wasn’t formed while they were still working out their chops in a garage somewhere — before busting out onto the scene almost exactly a year ago with a late ‘90s-esque, grungy classic rock feel that seems (and has proven) well suited for Tacoma.

“I put up a craigslist ad to start a band that wanted to play straight ahead bar rock — nothing fancy, just no nonsense rock,” says Kevin Kildun, the band’s drummer.

“I mentioned the Black Crowes, Drive By Truckers, and Social Distortion as a template for the sound. It caught the attention of all the guys who are in the band now.”

Since debuting at the Jive last Halloween, if nothing else, Vile Red Falcons has done an impressive job at distributing bumper stickers — a fact that no doubt increases my awareness of the band even when I find myself mindlessly idling behind Tacoma’s crop of rock ‘n’ roll commuter cars at stop lights.

But all that alone isn’t enough. It’s more than bumper stickers and pure coincidence. Chances are my impression of Vile Red Falcons — and, more importantly, the fact that I now feel like the band is stalking me — is something that’s developed over the last 12 months of the band’s substantial development, since Vile Red Falcons took its first, chugging power chord baby steps and plotted a course toward superstardom.

Or at the very least Q13 News.

You see, that’s when it started to get eerie. A few months ago, after a long week at the office — you know, listening to local music and taking naps under my desk like George Costanza — I was finally relaxing for the weekend in front of the boob tube. It felt like a well-deserved rest. I turned on the local news because I find unfettered alarmism and squirrels on water skis very entertaining. 

Toward the end of the broadcast on a slow news day, Q13 busted out a feature on home buying in the midst of our economic crapfest — and how some people are still doing it. The feature focused on a local couple, a young and normal looking husband and wife, that’d recently taken the plunge into home ownership.

The kicker of the story was, as a compromise between the things the husband was looking for in a new home and what the wife was looking for, the wife had allowed the husband to turn a room in their new house into a practice space for his band.

That band?

Vile Red Falcons.

That’s when I realized it. These guys really are fucking everywhere!

It was Kildun’s new pad.

“Well, the Q13 story made me famous at work, but we haven’t had a ton of people approach us based on the story.  I was fortunate that the guy who interviewed me was also in a band, so he was way jealous of the ‘man cave’ that I had in my house,” says Kildun. “ He could appreciate us trying to get our name out there, so he helped us out.  He even took a two-song demo home.  Said it reminded him of the ‘good ol’ ‘90s’grunge stuff.’  I’ll take that as a compliment anytime.”

Vile Red Falcons will release a debut EP this Friday at The New Frontier Lounge in Tacoma. Chances are, if you haven’t heard of this band yet, you will be.

Trust me. They’re everywhere.

[The New Frontier Lounge, Friday, Oct. 23, Vile Red Falcons with The Fuzz, The Legend of Bigfoot, 9 p.m., 301 E. 25th St., Tacoma, 253.572.4020]