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By Laura Bond

Published on August 03, 2000

Houston’s Pure Rubbish, Saturday, August 5, at the 15th Street Tavern, with Hemi Cuda and the Volts, is really messing up the notion that punk rock is a bastion of anti-authoritarianism. A few years ago, lead guitarist Derek D and drummer Evan D asked their father, Punk Daddy, to sing for their newly formed band, a prepubescent outfit that almost creepily recalled the riffage of such bands as the Ramones, AC/DC and the Sex Pistols. Punk Daddy smoked the audition, and Pure Rubbish has been a family affair ever since. Of course, it could just be that the kids bring Pops along on tours -- which in the past year have included stints with Motörhead, Nashville Pussy and the Supersuckers -- so that someone in the band can legally rent hotel rooms and buy lottery tickets. Now sixteen (Derek) and fourteen (Evan), the D brothers are wholly devoted to a style that peaked before they were even sparkles in Punk Daddy’s bleary eye; their scrappy live intensity and seasoned-beyond-their years chops are enough to force both Britney and the Backstreet Boys into some subterranean bunker reserved for teenaged hacks. It may be Rubbish, but it’s a lot more pure than some of the trash passing for rock and roll these days.