NEWBEATS

It’s hard to figure what to expect from a band named the Raunch Hands. So when they take the stage at New York’s Irving Plaza and launch into a mournful country-rock ditty called “Spit It On The Floor” (“Well, she kissed me all over/And she kissed me up and down/Well how was I to know that what she kissed/Would soon be on the ground?/...Well I used to love fine women/But I can’t love them no more/Since she bit it off/And she spit it on the floor”), it’s safe to say that more than a few jaws likewise hit the tiles.