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Chicago's Goldstars emerged in the early 2000s from the ranks of a few local outfits. Organist <a href="spotify:artist:4JP5d1GlxhfhReCOyqsI2P">Skipper</a> and drummer Goodtime (their Christian names) were from <a href="spotify:artist:6qtZXh6tKDtkr2B7bakIE4">New Duncan Imperials</a>, while white soul brother vocalist and bassist Sal had done time with <a href="spotify:artist:4XohC7R3OKJqBjwr4s8sOo">the Krinkles</a>. The band's guitar position was initially fluid, since the Goldstars weren't meant to be full-time anyway, and most shows were spent bashing the hell out of old rock and R&B chestnuts that any axeman worth his weight in pocket change ought to know. Still, the spot finally solidified with the arrival of the fabulously named <a href="spotify:artist:6rvqUJomaBVqUNQzw4hzsE">Dag Juhlin</a>, another notable local who'd broken a few hearts as a member of <a href="spotify:artist:2uVd7a7CGDZKUYP4yK7aer">the Slugs</a>. The Stars soon became a fixture around town, bringing their glitter and hip shake to happy audiences from Rogers Park to Pullman. November 2003 saw the first all-original Goldstars material put to wax, with the Pravda issue of Gotta Get Out! Track titles like "She Don't Like," "Can You Satisfy," and "Oh Yeah!" were a good indication of the raucous raveosity that lay inside its hot pink sleeve. ~ Johnny Loftus, Rovi