Coat the Spoon was booked, then unbooked, then booked again, at Hamilton’s. Since an underreported but apparently very consequential raid at the club a couple months back, a new policy was effected: No bands with overt drug references in their name. Turns out the Word Police have been hallucinated. “Coat the Spoon” has nothing to do with, say, cocaine use. “It’s from a cookbook!,” swears singer Cody—not to mention a partial pun on his name. We asked him to produce the evidence, and he did—a jar of homemade lemon curd stirred by his own grandmother, who added this written testimony:
Beat five egg yolks. Grate and squeeze several lemons. Add the juice/zest to the eggs with one-quarter teaspoon salt, two cups sugar and a stick of butter. Cook in a double boiler, stirring often, until it thickens enough to [TAH DAH!!!] coat a spoon.

The band itself stirs the pot pretty fiercely. Cody divulged that a festival gig last summer had thousands streaming away from the mainstage headliners to see the Coat the Spoon on the second stage. We’ve seen the photographs; it was indeed an impressive turn-out, not one you could credit to a mere drug (or breakfast delicacy) reference.

Dirty Lenny and Mezuzah Juan at the Bullfinch, where the patter-rants should be as interesting as the songs themselves… Snot on Suede and Play for the Nurse party down at Hamilton’s… The emo-friendly “A-Muse-Sick” festival comes to D’ollaires with Bark for the Rich Man, Fault Lies With the Manufacturer and Come is a Verb. Who named that festival—same guy who named the bands?…