Betty's fave boy band.

Some of you were lucky enough to catch these Missoula boys on the stage at last year's Hip Strip Block Party, or more recently, at a Betty's first friday.

64 Tuna plays a CD release party at Edge of the World, 618 S. Higgins Ave., Sat., April 28, at 6 PM. Free.
Check out what the Indy has to say about that:


64 Tuna Lasagna in a Hot Dog Bun
by Jason McMackin

Because the boys of the Tuna are 10, 12 and 12, only the most inattentive turnpike tollbooth attendant would be unable to tune into the quiet gush and surge of hormonal aches and love pangs in the lackadaisical and possibly pre-pubescent vocals of Ollie Barrow. Of course, I mean lackadaisical in the daydreamy way, not in the passive "who gives a rusty Rumsfeld way." At that age, you can't tell THE GIRL you love her, but you can tell A GIRL you love her in song. If you're Lennon/McCartney, you start "Twist and Shout" with the chorus—just as the Tuna starts the title track with the chorus. The boys show temerity and perform a cranked up version of the playground classic "Diarrhea," but they also exhibit vulnerability on "In the Darkness," even though vulnerability is typically seen as weakness amongst the horny mobs of zitty, masturbating, Mountain Dew-infused cretins. In 8th grade social studies class, we'd stare at Nikki Edgar's calves poised below her seat. They were golden and glowed. They had strength and immeasurable power. We'd call her house and hang up when she answered. We loved her and we were scared. If you've ever loved a girl's calves, you have loved 64 Tuna.