By Joe Barron
My rekindled passion for writing has left me very broke, scrapping just to get by, but I feel more alive today (haha, get it?) than I have in years. When my buddy Mike “Jewls” Juliano, from Boston Punk mainstays, Burning Streets, asked me to join them on a boat in the hahbah, I couldn't refuse. A 15 minute walk from Park Street station, I used my ninja skills to slink onto the S.S. Samuel Clements as the guys were setting up their gear for sound check. After exchanges of hugs and meeting new drummer, Thanos the Greek, the boat went for a quick ride while the guys got their levels right. When the floating vessel returned to the dock, there was a vast line of punk rockers waiting to climb aboard.
The Streets kicked off the night in support of Italy's The Manges and long-time pop-punk players, the Queers, but definitely stole the show with their tight half hour set and witty banter. Appropriately opening with, “Tea Party,” about the Boston Harbor, the guys played a solid mix of old and new tracks, including songs that are going to be on their new, yet-to-be named full-length album. Younger brother and front-man, Drew Juliano thanked everyone for coming our early to see them play, but joked that they really didn't have a choice either way. The band is a very well rehearsed, tight-knit group of pals and family members with a large, full, rock n' roll sound. Newcomer Thanos did not miss a beat. Pretty-boy Steve Zarba laid down his signature solos while DJ and Jewls held down the rhythm on guitar and bass, respectively. It's obvious by how the band plays that this is their passion, paying homage to some of their favorites, the Clash and Bruce Springsteen.
After the show and load out, we went out to Hennessy’s with their gals to have some adult beverages and see a shitty cover band. Mike and I made the most of things inventing a new “Ice Hockey” bar game with ice cubes, mixing bloody knuckles with tabletop football. Things got wild as I corrupted everyone into starting a spitball fight on the dance floor, overreacting with each head shot and neck snipe. These guys know how to have a fun time and not take difficult circumstances too seriously. The years and miles on the road stuck in a van has done wonders for their empathy and humility, as they back-lined the gear for the show and refused to let me pay for drinks. After barrels of laughs, teriyaki chicken skewers, and plenty of libations, we parted ways and hugged it out one last time. There was nothing but love and bromance in the air, but I still won't let Zarba kiss me.
The Streets are making some serious moves now that they have solidified their lineup and have a slew of support dates on the horizon, touring with The Dead Kennedys and Reagan Youth in June, as well as a date with Sloppy Seconds in New York. They also have some July East Coast dates that I hope to tag along for, leading up to a massive European tour in the fall. The future is unwritten and looking bright for Burning Streets. Make sure to check out their music and support one of the hardest working bands I'm lucky to call my friends.