It's the same in the songwriting, Dziak says. And it's articulated thusly: "We're getting together right now to throw shit against the wall and see what sticks."

The Bill Bondsmen show no signs of letting go their anger. Why should they? Like many, they're toughing it out in Detroit and, whatever means of earning coin they do have, they rather suspiciously opt to keep it to themselves. But life ain't easy.

Like the real local ham-celebrity Bill Bonds, the band's namesake, they're simply telling it like it is. "[Living in Detroit] definitely gives us inspiration," Bevaque says. "I wouldn't want to live anywhere happy. The lyrical content is what's going on outside the window. Reading Notes from the Underground by Dostoyevsky and at the same time watching foreclosure signs go up. It's Michigan. If you're not pissed-off, you're not awake. Outside the state, there's that representative [Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords] who just got shot and was on Palin's list. There's always going to be something. I write most of the words but I try not to write 'fuck government' lyrics. I try to be more eloquent."

Arcel, who has been pretty quiet till now, looks up and grins. He says, "While there are other people in the world, there's something to be angry about."

The Bill Bondsmen play Blowout 14 on Saturday, March 5 at Gates of Columbus Lounge, 9632 Conant St., Hamtramck; 313-871-8888.

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