There are only two kinds of Rich White Males we know of: those who bankrupt their grandmother's pension fund and those who recycle-old punk tunes, that is.
Just take a look at the news: Rich white males are known for their fantastic capacity for corruption and their refusal to vacate the pedestal. San Diego's Rich White Males, on the other hand, aren't much for the pedestal. They prefer a lower vantage point.
"We really enjoy playing on the floor,"explains vocalist-guitarist Russell, who, like the other members of his trio, refuses to give his last name. "We don't consider [playing venues like] The Casbah, but they're not exactly breaking down our door to play there, either."
So don't expect Rich White Males to pose on the cover of this publication, or any other, in the foreseeable future. And that's just how this three-chord punk trio-Russell, drummer Dave and bassist Kyle-prefers things.
The band's name is as contentious as its song titles-including "I'm in Love with a Nazi,""Hippies Stink"and "Barf,"which comes across as vaguely neo-conservative, and willfully juvenile. But the band's not worried about being misinterpreted.
"You got to be pretty dense to misunderstand the name,"says Dave. It's satire, of course, carrying on the great tradition of punks who lampoon the bourgeois by impersonating them.
"Since I was 14 years old, I always wanted to take part in something like The Ramones,"Dave says. "It's just something I felt when I bought my first record."
They're aggressive, brash and opinionated. A house band for a riot. But, please, Dave urges-start the riot somewhere else: "It's kind of annoying to see a band play and the guy is out there throwing punches."
The Males have a 7-inch out on Punk and Junk Records. Give 'em a listen, if only to spit on them. Their next show is April 8 at The Tower Bar with Dirty Look and Dan Padilla. www.myspace.com/therichwhitemales.