The Deceptives are a deliriously dopey band from Olympia. They play punk. They want you to drink. A lot. They'd like you to barf. They describe their music as "party drunk punk" - a summary of the past few sentences. As a band, they are the brave souls who persist in keeping the flame of dopey bands past alive and burning with the sort of intensity that results in singed body hair. I can think of no more appropriate place to experience the Deceptives than in the comfy, cozy, concrete confines of Le Voyeur, surrounded by shitfaced moshers in the heart of downtown Olympia. I can smell the stale beer and cigarette butts now. They smell of the Deceptives. And the Deceptives smell like a good fucking time.
LE VOYEUR, WITH SIMON THE LEPER, VANGUARD AND KIM JONG ILLIN', 10 P.M., NO COVER, 404 E. 4TH AVE., OLYMPIA, 360.943.5710