Drunk At A Show: Hardly Art DJ Night at Revolver Bar

Distinction Management has stopped lying to ourselves about our collective problem to present you with another edition of Drunk At A Show. For this episode we sent contributor Micah Frederick to get wrecked and give us the deep cuts of the Hardly Art DJ Night at Revolver Bar.

Revolver is located under a beatlemania-esque sign on Olive amidst a grip of bars (Montana, Hula Hula) that are backwater enough to be a relief from the bro-fest of the Bars on Pike. It’s a great place to be, and Romona pouring happy hour Rainier makes it even sweeter. I appear on the scene at 10:30 a few beers in (It is a Tuesday night, after all.) Revolver is a wood paneled safe haven of vinyl. In the past year independently, Revolver has hosted a smattering of heavily attended DJ nights ranging from the ever popular Emo Night to the more popular (not to mention more aggressive) Goth Night, to colorful eighties and nineties dance nights. For the sake of hiding bias, I won’t tell you how many of these nights I’ve attended personally. I fucking love this bar. I smoke a parli on the front patio and try to figure out who’s spinning at the DJ booth. Whoever they are, they are not the headliner. I ask the locals. No one knows. Everyone laughs.

This event in particular showcases revolvers’ everyday steeze, as well as the celebration du-jour, Hardly Art Records’ 10th anniversary Celebration. For the uninitiated, Hardly Art has been one of the arteries of femme-forward punk-adjacent music in Seattle for ten years. The widely expanding careers of Hardly Art signees like La Luz, Chastity Belt, Gazebos, and Dude York attest to the label's importance t