The Larimer Lounge, 2721 Larimer St.,has a sense of grimy permanence. The graffiti on the walls - by artists who put away the cans years ago - makes it look like the bar that time forgot. That's a good feeling for anybody still coming to grips with becoming "the old guy at the show." (If you can get into a bar in the first place, Chief, that includes you.) So it's a good spot - miles away from the pockets of hipsterdom on Cap Hill - to drink crappy beer without irony and take in tunes equally stuck in time.

I got there on Cinco de Mayo to catch 6Demon Bag and The Bronz who were opening for Grease Machine and Buzzard, all local acts and proud purveyors of sounds that had no right to go out of fashion yet.

I got in just in time to throw back a High Life as 6Demon Bag hit the opening chords. The name's a reference to Big Trouble in Little China, but that's about the last time they ever approach being "cheeky," opting instead to crank out sloppy hardcore punk, as much the hedonism of Murphy's Law as it is the self-aware pig-headedness of Poison Idea. It's unapologetically "guy rock" and like a headlock from a fat guy, it's sweaty and gross.

The Bronz play deep no-frills hard rock with a sludgy side. They claim to have formed in 2006, but I like to think they got the band together around 1995 and just got really stoned while listening to Corrosion of Conformity. When they woke up in the present day, they just picked up the guitars like nothing happened and went back to their jobs at the gas station. They enlisted the help of the crowd to decapitate a pinata on stage - the night's nod to Cinco de Mayo. Singer John Wood of 6Demon Bag promptly hollowed out the head and wore it as a helmet.

For a bar and bands stuck in perpetual adolescense, I wouldn't expect anything less.