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2009-08-15T06:27:00.000-07:00

Ahab - The Divinity of Oceans

2009-08-13T08:51:00.000-07:00

Ahab’s second full length The Divinity of Oceans is the third in their Nantucket Trilogy of musical releases based off of New England whaling narratives. The first being their long out of print EP “The Oath”, the 2006 album Call of the Wretched Sea, and now The Divinity of Oceans.

A friend of mine got me into them through their previous album based off of Moby Dick. The influence of the book over the album is such to where some of the lyrics are pulled directly from Melville’s text and essentially set to music. The album and band’s music is self-stylized “Nautical Funeral Doom Metal” which means that it’s slow and deliberate metal which rather than trying to flay the silken flesh from your alabaster bones, attempts to crush you with despair and the inevitability of life’s cold end with an obvious nautical twist to the Doom Metal genre. Musicians clearly not content to keep remaking Black Sabbath records like others in the genre.

Call of the Wretched Sea was a revelation for me. I have a tendency to avoid gimmicky music so an album based of Moby Dick performed by a German band had a bit of an uphill struggle to gain my interest. Yet the strength of lyrics and music coupled with a “hollow” production enveloped me and allowed me to feel what it would be like to be on a ship headed to an uncertain fate. Choppy riffs were interspersed with almost ambient elements that sounded as though they had been recorded beneath the sea. Even the growled vocals, an affectation I typically despise, matched the theme and tone of the project and it was as though Neptune himself were relaying the tale of the doomed sailors to you while also coupled with clean singing and what came across as chants from the ghosts of dead sailors. It was amazing and it was unique and it introduced me to the Funeral aspect of Doom metal which I hadn’t really heard before. So I eagerly anticipated this release.

The Divinity of Oceans opens in media res with the nearly thirteen minute song “Yet Another Raft of the Medusa (Pollard’s Weakness)” based on Narrative of the Most Extraordinary and Distressing Shipwreck of the Whale ship Essex by Owen Chase, said to be the inspiration for Moby Dick, Melville having been given a copy of by the author’s son. The song is about a ship attacked by a sperm whale and the tragedies befalling the crew while ALSO drawing allusion to the famous French Romantic painting The Raft of the Medusa that depicts another nautical tragedy that also devolved into cannibalism. However, the album does not ever mention the attack explicitly devoting the whole of it to some unknown time afterwards where the crew’s fate has already seemingly been decided.

The songs then go through the mental state of what it must have been like to be on the rafts as sailors curse their fate and God and given into despair, as sailors ironically recall dark songs sung in happier days “Death to the living, Long life to the killers, Success to sailor's wives And greasy luck to whalers” Then with what feels like an inevitability in the tale, the crews, months at sea, then resort to cannibalism.

The music for this album is amazing with riffs becoming themes that are built upon and recalled and reworked later on. As the tracks “Redemption Lost” and “Tombstone Carousal” utilize similar musical cues and structure to play against each other while also leading to the final song on the album “Nickerson’s Theme” which pulls together the various elements that had been running through the album into an excellent conclusion. There is the return of the growled vocals, but there is also a great deal more clear singing utilized as well. The music goes through slow almost ambient portions to blast beats hidden beneath the layers of guitar and bass and wails of despair.

The production and songwriting are top notch, where the previous album felt a bit hollow, this one feels full and expansive, not as though you are trapped in a ship, but rather that you are trapped on a raft with nothing but your dead companions for company and your memories of a better life as you are lost in your own mind and your own sins. This is a heady album and is worth a listen even if you do not consider yourself a metal fan.

Further Reading:
Essex (Whaleship)
Raft of the Medusa

Simian Mobile Disco, The Fiery Furnaces, Dark Meat, The Neatherlands @ The Pool Parties 8/09/09

2009-08-11T09:41:00.000-07:00

I’ve been a fan of SMD for quite a while. Back before electro and indie dance merged to become fidget they had a part in creating some nice, rolling anthems, the most famous of which is probably Simian vs. Justice’s ubiquitous “We Are Your Friends” a song that was tragically inescapable and whose popularity became something of an in-joke for my DC rave friends.

What really made my group of friends take notice was the mix they did back in 2006 for NME when NME was trying to push their whole new rave movement. The music was really fun and exciting and largely new to us as DC dance culture wasn’t really…adventurous. It was a small market that was getting smaller for an audience that didn’t really seem to appreciate risk. An evening of dance was a warm comforting blanket and social event rather than a chance to try things out. Repetitive beats and repetitive events.

Thankfully, PA is just two hours away and New York, four, so those of us who wanted something a bit more, could go out and get it. So, we did when Simian Mobile Disco came to PA in early 2007. It was all electro / indie dance / protofidget anthems but we didn’t care, because it was loud and it was fun and it was what we loved at that moment and no one else was doing it in DC.

I have a lot of love for SMD and was really excited to see them again. It had been a while since they were even on my radar, so I was really curious as to what they’d be playing, of all the genres, I didn’t expect it to be pretty much just straight banging techno.

The weather was once again an oppressive humid summer heat sapping your strength and soaking your shirt minutes after leaving the house. We gear up, head out and arrive in time to catch the first act of the day, The Netherlands.

You can see from yesterday’s review that I liked them. Timo Ellis, the singer/ guitarist used a Health like bank of effects pedals to put his wonderful chunky psyche doom while Hannah Moorhead’s bass and keyboard filled the walls with equal presence as Japa Keenon O’s drumming was able to plug into a variety of styles. Do yourself the favor and check them out. The Pool Parties didn’t sound like the best venue for them, as they indicated they tend to use more psych lighting and their style of dress and sound was far better suited to a club rather than mid-afternoon in the sun. It doesn’t matter because the music was awesome regardless.

Didn’t know anything about Dark Meat, but a quick peek at their MySpace page showed active members as 19 and the quick snippets that I listened to put me in the “this sounds like it’s going to be some hippy jam band bullshit,” one of the few genres which I cannot get into despite repeated attempts. Seeing them set up in face and body paint with full horn section, two different organs and multiple percussionists put the fear of Phish into me.

What actually came from the speakers was wild discordant noise that sounded half- structured and half-improvised but fast and wild as a bad idea and just as infectious. The songs were about “a fucked up bloody white guy I saw last night” “how our entire band is on drugs” and I couldn’t quite get the measure of them before they had spun out of control. There was a gentle moment when Sutra Streamers were they carried to the crowd enveloping people up in bright colorful paper, some voluntarily, others not and this was shattered when the song’s power slowly escalated back to full banging mania like having a conversation about politics on the internet, civil and laid back until at the end everything was smashed and destroyed and then… exhausted, the band carried themselves off stage.

I’m not super familiar with The Fiery Furnaces, but what I’d heard wasn’t unenjoyable. Clever lyrics and music that seemed a bit twee for my tastes. Friends told me that when they perform it could be unpredictable with what you’ll actually get. What we got was a four piece sans keyboard and pretty straightforward arrangements and a set list with songs predominately all from the new album or at least unfamiliar to the people I was with.

Simian Mobile Disco opened up with a reworking of an Animal Collective song and from there spent the next hour and a half that we stayed with wall to wall banging techno. It was great, but it was really exhausting to listen to as there was really nothing much more beyond huge synthlines and expanded kicks and bass. I loved it but I couldn’t take too much of it without wishing for something a bit more to break it up a bit, but the audience loved it and members from Dark Meat came on stage with a trombone and trumpet and played into the microphone so we had a mix of analog and digital entertainment. The set up was three pioneer CDJs and two mixers, so there was no Ableton tomfoolery there, which is a shame because I think it would work well with all of their various musical interests.

I think I was in the minority for this because everyone that came out had an absolute blast and danced despite the horrid heat. The crowd found the group strength to hoist up a Sousaphone player and have him crowd surf while playing. I left happy with what I’d heard and eager to hear where they go in the future.

The Netherlands – Gato Au Chocolat EP

2009-08-10T15:03:00.000-07:00

The Netherlands are a three piece band which pulls from 40 plus years of metal / psychedelic / progressive rock tradition while integrating a tongue in cheek element that is unlike that of similar bands like Panther Tracks in that it comes across as a bit subtler. The band is made up of musicians who’ve worked with acts such as Cibo Matto, Daniel Johnston, and Silver Rockets and for this project take on mantels which have more in common with 70s arena dark glam such as Alice Cooper and Kiss while playing music which calls to mind Dio era Sabbath or Electric Wizard mixed with more outré bands such as Melt Banana or sludge like Big Business.

The four tracks on this album are diverse enough that it seems like they’re trying to play around with their influences rather than provide a singular artistic vision around which the tracks would gel.

“Warleola!” Opens the EP providing a short chunk of pre-Hair Metal / Thrash separation recalling Van Halen in a party down mood. “The Gogo Dancer” is a wall of stoner / sludge fuzz with a repeating refrain imploring the subject of the song “take it off / take it off”. “Gato Au Chocolat” is three and a half minutes of slow moving psychotidelica distortion that morphs into a fast blast of double time along the same musical themes. “Six Things, Plus Two” is punk guitar and structure recalling the more inventive of post hardcore music paired with the nonsensical vocal inflections of Melt Banana.

A quick look through iTunes (the only place I could see to get their music unless you’re lucky enough to see them live and get a CD) seems like they have recorded about a full album’s worth of material but have only released it in the form of three EPs. I’m going to inquire if there’s a better way to get this music because the YouTube video for songs such as Cocainne Knightz look like there is a wealth of creativity and more importantly, fun to be had with this band.

Seriously, check it out.

Peelander Z, Adam Matta @ YoYo Open 2009

2009-08-10T09:40:00.000-07:00

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I feel like I’m going to be doing a huge disservice to Peelander Z while trying to write about them. It’s truly one of those “you had to be there” concert experiences. Previously when people would tell me about their shows, it would start off weird and then get into improbable and the after action reports of the antics would build until as a listener, I would nod saying “un huh, un huh, that sounds wild” while not really paying attention anymore, because I was certainly convinced that the person was just fucking with me.

This past Saturday was the Yo-Yo Open, an exhibition and contest that aims to advance the sport of Yo-Yo in the eyes of the public. As a child of the 80s, I’m familiar with the advertisements for Duncan showing kids pulling tricks like Walk the Dog, around the world and other now primitive, if not quaint, feats. I was prepared to learn and see some people do some impressive tricks, but I don’t think I was really prepared for what I experienced.

I’m really ignorant about most of what I saw, but it looked like people playing really elaborate games of cat’s cradle with themselves in more and more elaborate configurations. My camera was far to slow to capture any of the movement and give what the performers were doing any justice. This is a total cop out on my part, but check out stuff by Mark Montgomery, Rei Iwakura, and Hiraku Fujii on YouTube to get a sense of what was happening. While this was very exciting, we were there predominately for the free musical acts, Adam Matta and Peelander Z.

Adam Matta is a vocal percussionist, or in a less accurate, yet more common parlance, a beatboxer. Using his vocal chords, a few effects pedals for looping and an exhaustive knowledge of breakbeat and mental creativity he was able to build layer upon layer to create more than just beatbox routines, but actual songs. What was really impressive was the amount of power he could get behind his kick drum emulation, pushing out enough bass to perfectly replicate how it feels in the audience to have an instrument on stage doing the same thing. Check out his stuff on MySpace, it’s rather quite impressive.

Peelander Z is essentially The Aquabats meets Shonen Knife. Cute simple pop songs with a veneer of punk and a space ton of theatrical aspects and crowd participation, which rather than the feel-good alternative education Dan Deacon style of crowd participation; this is what it would be like to hang out with the cool kids who’ve loaded up on caffeine and too many hours of Sentai shows.

The songs seem to consist of only verses, “TOO MANY MIKE” “WHAT A HEALTH” shouted as fast as possible while Peelander Yellow, the vocalist and guitarist runs around grabbing people to put them on stage, Peelander Red jumps, climbs, runs, and crawls while playing the bass, while Peelander Green keeps time with a huge amount of flair and arm crossovers.

Every aspect of the show seems geared to getting the audience involved. They pulled people onstage to bang on percussion, they showed people how to play the parts to the songs making instant musicians out of random people, had a limbo contest, and at one point pulled everyone named Mike onstage for a group photo. It was wild and anarchic and far more punk than three teenagers sneering through songs aping bands sneering through songs aping bands sneering through songs aping bands.

Do absolutely everything in your power to go see them live if you can.

Moshi Moshi Showcase @ South Street Seaport 8/7/9

2009-08-08T09:41:00.000-07:00

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I’ve really only been a fan of the record label Moshi Moshi for the past few years. Their most popular successes are bands that are somewhat inescapable in certain circles, Lykke Li, Bloc Party, Hot Chip, and the like. Good music, but beyond Lykke Li, not really my thing.

My introduction to them was when I was trying to hunt down releases from Best Fwends, a two member spastic electronic pop band out of Texas. Moshi Moshi released their EPs and the compilation/album Alphabetically Arranged and their online store through Greedbag was the only way to get this music, rather frustrating considering they are an American band but thankfully it was easily downloaded.

This order got me placed on their mailing list, which introduced me to a whole host of new bands that I now enjoy. So the opportunity to see the 10th anniversary tour at The South Street Seaport as part of the 2009 River to River fest for free was very exciting.

The South Street Seaport stage is a great place to see shows. Tucked away between a mall which would rather you remember it as a fish market and a tall ship, the small area for music manages to fill the entire area with rich full sound. It’s a lot of fun and pretty singular in a city filled singular places to see music.

On the bill were Slow Club, a folk / pop band I have fell immediately in love with since I took a chance on their first single “Because We’re Dead” on a whim, The Wave Pictures, a band with which I was only nominally familiar, and Casiokids, a newer band who I had heard but never seen but had heard good things about live.

I got there fairly early and secured a good space and waited. Eventually, I was joined by Eatsdirt and then began the inevitable slog through time.

Slow Club

Slow Club is made up of Charles Watson and Rebecca Taylor. Charles plays guitar on most of the tracks and Rebecca is percussion and sometimes accompanying guitar. Their songs are your standard folk songs about love and loss and such but there is a pleasant uniqueness in their tone and a degree of playfulness and wit which seems to be missing from most dreary acoustic duos of this nature. Seeing them live was wonderful, they had good banter between each other and the audience and were very pleased to be there, happy with the turn out, the venue and quite pleased when people in the audience knew who they were.

Slow Club

Their album was just released and they played through a number of songs from it and the songs benefited from the pared down experience of a guy with a guitar and a girl with a drum set played live and loud. The live version of “Because We’re Dead” was compacted in some sections and expanded in others and it was truly a treat to hear live.

Slow Club

Wave Pictures is a three piece out of Whymeswold in the UK with the standard three piece configuration of Guitarist / Singer, Bassist and Drummer performing songs which have a kind of longing which seems to be rooted at the heart of a lot of music that comes from small towns. David Tattersall’s music draws from a number of various musical genres and traditions but in the music that was chosen last night there were quite a few which had guitar solos which went from a minimal melodic structure to a go for broke wall of jangly sound around which the bass walks and the drums roll.

Wave Pictures

As someone who was not really familiar with the music, they were very enjoyable. I think the stand out song that we heard from them was probably “Tiny Craters in the Sand” from their most recent album If You Leave It Alone which opens with “I cut my hair and you grew yours / there always has to be the same amount of hair in the world” and becomes a surreal love song which corrupts typical imagery in these types of songs. The title comes from growing old together to the point where you lose your marbles and as they roll to the sea, they leave perfect tiny craters in the sand.

Wave Pictures

All of their music was filled with this kind of marvelous metaphor including a holiday trip form hell whose name I didn’t catch.

Wave Pictures

The final act was the one I knew the least about, Casiokids an electronic funk outfit from Norway. The drummer came out wearing an enormous monkey head and then things got strange. Every other European band I’ve seen this year has looked miserable in the surprisingly mild summer here. Casiokids came out with members wearing a crushed velvet suit, a yellow sweatshirt and long sleeve shirts. Looking online their country’s average high is 69 degrees Fahrenheit in August. Add that to the high energy show, it’s really kind of impressive.

Casiokids

The music the band played was long drawn out funk stompers that had the whole pier dancing. A few members of the band shared the singing duties, but all of their voices were so fragile and crystalline when laid over the driving grooves underneath.

Casiokids

Around the midway point, Rebecca from Slow Club came out and added percussive duties and re-energized everyone in the crowd and in the band. Charles donned the full monkey suit and danced around with a tambourine to everyone’s enjoyment.

Rebecca of Slow Club performs with Casiokids

Casiokids were a lot of fun and I hope they tour more often so everyone who missed out can get a chance to see them.

Casiokids

And then Eatsdirt and I had gyro over rice and it was delicious.

Amanda Blank - I Love You

2009-08-06T08:24:00.000-07:00

“Art must be beautiful. Artist must be beautiful.” This refrain repeated over and over by Marina Abramovic for her short film project Art Must be Beautiful as she combs her hair with a hard plastic comb and a hard metal brush scratching her face in the process is the first image that sprung to mind when hearing Amanda Blank’s “Make Up,” and acid filled throwback to early electroclash.

The song is about a woman trying to make herself look good for a potential suitor. It starts simply, listing make up and techniques “Blush / Eye Liner / Hush / See What you Made Me do?” but with it there is a sinister, hungry element to the whole song carved out with minimal lyrics and reverb and echo placed at the end of lines which drag the final word to a cavernous oblivion of want. “If I wear a dress, he’ll never call / so I’ll wear much less, I guess I’ll wear my camisole” speak to the whole desire to be noticed by an object of affection. It’s a really unique song in structure, production and lyrical content and shows a kind of universal honesty present in the lyrics on a album filled with the typical snarling arrogant swagger which has always been in hip hop (the next song, Gimmie What You Got opens with a repeated verse of “Hottest Motherfucker on the Whole Damn Block”).

I’ve been a fan of the whole Baltimore Bass Connection / Spank Rock circle of artists since becoming aware of them in 2006 through randomly buying a copy of the first Spank Rock album YoYoYoYoYo. Having spent most of my late teens and early 20s going out clubbing in Baltimore and DC in the early and mid 90s, I was exposed to a lot of Ghettotek, Baltimore Club, Booty House, Hip Hop, House and Breaks. Thanks to the Mid-Atlantic DJs from that era , I was given a musical vocabulary into which the Spank Rock album easily plugged. From there I went out and discovered some of the stuff I had missed like Aaron LaCrate and started to put words to music and artists I had heard out previously like learning more of the Unruly Records artists / producers.

Amanda Blank kept coming up, usually in conjunction with Spank Rock and a few years ago she and XXXChange managed to put out Get It Now and while it was good, I felt the track “Shake ‘Em Down” was the strongest track on that single. However she grew seemingly from strength to strength, gaining exposure with verses on a number of in crowd remixes and releases culminating with, oddly, a part on an officially sanctioned Britney Spears remix.

So there is a degree of expectation coming into this album. She’ll rap fast, she’ll spit sex rhymes so nasty Lil’ Kim would blush, the production will be top notch, and it will be a fun, if ultimately disposable, party record geared towards tracks rather than songs. This is where I was wrong; really, really wrong. I underestimated Amanda Blank’s ability and reach, which was really dumb on my part. However, we have been blessed with one of the strongest albums I’ve yet heard this year.

The album opens strongly with an up tempo party jam “Make it, Take It” which is built more on recent rock than on current hip hop memes. From there, the album moves to “Something Bigger, Something Better” a slower song whose content is breathy in places, which really stands out as you can hear her sharp intakes of breath in contrast to the breathless track before. The third track is the absolutely amazing “Make Up.” “Gimmie What you Got” features Naeem of Spank Rock who spends his verse ripping into critics with his typical amazing speed “say something / tweet tweet motherfucker” “Lemme Get Some” really reminds me of Lilly Allen lyrically with the whole “leave me alone” vibe that carries through up to the Chuck Inglish guest verse. “Shame on me” sounds like it’s written for modern pop radio with its swelling synth laced chorus wherein the singer laments the loss of a recent lover. “A Love Song” is an absolute amazing riff on LL Cool J’s “I Need Love” with a very 808 sounding drum line to further reinforce the time and place of the original song. “Dj” is a very New York Freestyle sounding track with a bubbling tom and straight-forward bass line. “Might Like You Better” is the sex song with pretty amazing production work and a very dance hall influenced drum element and chorus lifted from Romeo Void’s “Never Say Never”, I understand why it’s the single, but I think that it’s really one of the weaker tracks on the album. “Big Heavy” is slice of neodisco / synthpop madness. Lykke Li features on the last track “Leave You Behind” a ballad about getting over someone.

Taken as a whole as presented, Amanda Blank’s debut album I Love You can be taken as an album about seeing someone, wanting them, having them, losing them then finding the courage and strength to go on with your life. It doesn’t fit perfectly into this mold and to get it to truly do so, you’d need to switch a few verses on a few tracks and the track order, but it this album is more than just a collection of singles to sell ring tones and contains tracks which I’m certain I’ll be revisiting in years rather than forgetting the whole thing in just weeks. This album is worth your money and your time.

See all my Amanda Blank Pictures from Sirenfest 2009

Edit: I was able to find the piece "Art Must Be Beautiful" on Youtube.

Scott Hardkiss- Technicolor Dreamer Review

2009-08-05T09:35:00.000-07:00

I never thought I’d describe any release from Scott Hardkiss as boring and routine and yet with the release of Technicolor Dreamer, here we are. Scott Hardkiss is the man who has given us Godwithin “Raincry” innumerable acid house, tribal house and techno tracks. A man who to me helped define a decade’s worth of music of what I recognized as The San Francisco Sound. The best of his music was driving but with a slightly soft edge to the music and accentuated with warm enveloping pads and complex rhythms. New forms to dance music. Progressive before that became a pejorative. Looking forward while other producers were content to look over shoulders.

The issue with Technicolor Dreamer is that it plays essentially like a checklist of pop dance genres that Scott wanted to make songs about and some of it just sounds a decade too late.

I think that The Underwater Ball is representative of many of the issues with the album. Standard issue Horn line, high pitch synth lines, false tenors repeating a small phrase with a female chorus process through layers of out of the box Funk 101 effects. It’s a good attempt to recreate the whole P-Funk sound, but that’s been mined to absolute death by house DJs for the past 15 years and West Coast hip hop producers for the past 20 plus and I think this is indicative of overall issues with the album. Good emulation, but no innovation.

It’s essentially the Adult Contemporary of the Rave Set. Commercial music for back yard BBQs. Music as wallpaper.

There is also an amazing lack of self-awareness in an album. The song Star Power though one could state that the processed voice permits Scott to claim a detachment stating this character believes this, but that’s not what the song is about though the song itself says “I’m Scott Hardkiss and I’ve got Star Power.” The a handful of songs later in the song The Revolution Has Begun one of the opening lines is “They try to hypnotize us with celebrities and more.”

Then, in an attempt to feed into the egotism of the audience, there’s a vocoded slice of pop dance generica called “You’re the Star” which is one of the most puerile vapid wastes of time things I’ve heard this month, and I still listen third wave ska. Filters, descending scale baselines “Tonight’s the night / You’re the star” repeated over and over and over and then the song ends, I shit you not, with soft angel chimes.

The truly tragic thing is that there are actually good songs on here with great moments. The opening song “Come On, Come On” is a great call to adventure and living and loving life and living it to the fullest “keep on going until we’re gone” with a beautiful sentiment and beautiful warm pads which recall the best of his earlier efforts. “You and I” is another slice of wonderful which recalls the power and majesty of earlier works with minimal lyrics but maximal musical elements. They are wonderful bookends but unfortunately what is contained between these two songs, without exception, are an absolute waste of your time and Scott’s talent.

Scott Hardkiss- Technicolor Dreamer (free for a limited time)

2009-08-04T12:05:00.000-07:00

This landed in my inbox today:

DJ/producer Scott Hardkiss rebounds and makes good by delivering his long awaited debut artist album Technicolor Dreamer. Scott's signature super-funky beats, psychedelic, eclecticism and up-lifting, atmospheric vibe are all featured on the album, but the music has evolved into tightly-crafted songs with vocals, verses, choruses, and hooks. Scott sings, raps, plays synths, drums, bass and guitar on nearly every song on the record, blending together live vocals and instruments to add human funk & soul to the next-school electronic beats. He wrote, produced, arranged, engineered and self-recorded the music in his home-studio, located less than five blocks from Ground Zero in New York City.

Kind of strange to mention Ground Zero in a promotional email, but whatever.

Giant Step is giving away a limited amount of free downloads for the new Scott Hardkiss album here. You'll be prompted for an email address which will then send you the download link and password.

You'll also probably end up on the Giant Step mailing list, but they do a good number of free intimate shows often with open bar, so I think it's worth it.

King of the Gigamixes - August 2009

2009-08-04T09:09:00.000-07:00

Enjoy

Gypsy Jazz, Soul, Post Punk, Disco, Salsa, Boogaloo, Fucked Pop, and 8 Bit Covers

Ninjasonik - Hold The Line (Darth Baño Remix)

2009-08-03T11:48:00.000-07:00

This is a promo video for the new Ninjasonik release "MИWKA presents Darth Baño", featuring 17 new tracks by Telli of Ninjasonik.
The CD will be available for free download on August 5th.
Instrumental is courtesy of Major Lazer.
The video was shot,edited, and directed by Lazlo.
www.ninjasonik.com

Team Robespierre, Math The Band, Uncle Monsterface, iji, Watercolor Painting @ Death By Audio 7/31/09

2009-08-03T10:11:00.000-07:00

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This was supposed to be a busy-ass weekend for me. Math the Band and Team Robespierre at Death by Audio, Hot Lava at Cake shop, then the Pool Parties, but an unpleasant financial surprise on Saturday morning really wiped out the motivation for going out and doing much of anything. It’s easy to mourn missed shows, but it’s far easier to not even worry about them having seen a show that kicked your ass up and down the street.

I love Math The Band live. I feel that the qualifier is very important to mention, because their albums are really a bit too twee for me, a mixed down guitar and Kevin affected a cloying whine which really makes it difficult to listen to their earlier music for more than a few songs. Banned the Math, their first album, is fun and high energy but practically unbearable to me. Tour De Friends tones it down a bit, and their newest one, Don’t Worry is nearly power pop perfection, but there is still a trace of the nasal shifting pitch warble.

Live it’s nearly a different story because the guitar and the keyboards are pushing out against the vocals and their energy moves through the crowd and you find yourself dancing and shouting “EVERYBODY HAVE FUN TONIGHT” seconds into their first song and then there’s really no way you can maintain a pretense of detached cool when you’re flinging your limbs at your neighbors and they are doing the same to you as Kevin and Justine are launching themselves up and down pulling faces as though they slammed espresso made with Mexican jumping beans seconds before coming on stage.

So there was a degree of anticipation before Friday’s show. Also on the line up were Watercolor Paintings, iji Uncle Monsterface and Team Robespierre, who I missed at their recent Pier 54 performance due to work. Watercolor Paintings I had never heard of before. I was only familiar with iji through an 8 Bit cover song off of Tour De Friends, so I wasn’t really certain what to expect. Uncle Monsterface I had never heard of either. All of which is totally fine. I love discovering new music, so I always try to make it out to shows to catch everyone. Sometimes you see god-awful self samey “me too” pap that makes you wish that Brooklyn would burn to the ground and take all the generic filth with it, and sometimes you see a Germs cover band lead by a shirtless screaming Asian dude with accountant glasses going for the moon at ramming speed out of first gear, into second gear then to Darby Crash (it was either this or some kind of Roller Darby pun, I went with the less of two evils). And that shit is so special you wrap it up in your memory to look at later when you’re sober to make certain that it actually happened and then you’re like “Holy shit.”

Before heading over we stopped by for impromptu whiskey shots at Subway bar, a small place right over the L/G Lorimer station, thanks to a sign promoting $5 BPR and Evan Williams shots. Small place. Inexpensive. It’s a dive. There’s not really much you can say about it other than there are places to sit and drink on the cheap.

It had been a few months since our last trip to Death By Audio and in that time period Triffids appear to have taken over the sidewalk. Huge stalks of leafy plants actually hid the people smoking from the street giving DBA probably the best thing a DIY venue can have; a bit of privacy.

We got made it in time to catch about half of the set of Watercolor paintings, which is Rebecca and Joshua Redman (a brother and sister team), who sing these fragile songs about seemingly inconsequential things, which really hide a kind of Kitchen Sink matter-of-factness behind them. I would compare them favorably to Brooklyn band Air Waves. They had the audience sitting on the floor and they filled the room with Rebecca’s careful guitar work and voice while Joshua sang more to her than to the audience for the parts where his voice was called upon to add a lower register.

The audience was silent throughout the entire performance as people walking in were respectful and even the people in the back area were quiet. I wish I could have gotten some of their music, but with rent due, finances are kind of tight. The music you can find on their Myspace page is representative enough. Highly recommended.

iji was up next. I knew nothing about them other than they were from Seattle, which I’ll admit, threw up a whole bunch of preconceptions about their sound, but they were all quickly whittled away when Zach Burba started into the first song. The band consisted of a keyboardist, a guitarist, drummer, bassist and a multi-instrumentalist Jon who added percussion, toy keyboard, a melodica, maracas and an omnicord. This is probably the first time I’ve seen a melodica in use in a band but it added a great tone to the project when it was used, providing a degree of melody that was part harmonica and part recorder, used in a number of songs but sparingly.

Zach’s voice on recordings has a tendency to dissolve into the over-modulated singer songwriter warble when he his songs call for him to sing loudly. I don’t know who to blame for this musical style, but I’ve heard it enough that I want to punch the originator in the nose. Live there wasn’t much of that. His tone was clear and his inflection well placed. I think that as he goes on, he’ll develop his sound to match what he’s doing with music and I think they will compliment each other quite well. Not the next album, but possibly the one after that.

He and the rest of the band were having a lot of fun and the audience was quite appreciative though at first there was more watching than dancing, even on the up tempo songs. Though a few songs into the set, everyone found their groove, and Jon passed maracas to the audience.

Very good set with a set list which worked quite well live. The band’s interaction with the audience and itself was nearly perfect, but you could see that this was largely Zach’s show and he presented his compositions with aplomb and I look forward to what he does in the future.

If you would like to hear his music, he’s placed a great deal of it for free on the Internet Archive and it’s worth your time.

Uncle Monsterface set up the stage with a makeshift puppet theater constructed out of PVC pipe, Bedsheets, instruments, a rear screen projector, a few decades worth of nerd knowledge, and a healthy amount of What the Fuck.

When the singer came on stage, Eatsdirt leaned over to me and said “I think that guy sells finger puppets in Union Square” when we were lead down the nightmare of pixie stix red bull psychedelica Sid and Marty Krofft Saturday morning overdose cult of Uncle Monsterface, I would not be shocked at all.

The set opens with The Sound Check Song, which leads to a video introduction to Monsterface Industries, a company devoted to… something. Something involving monsters and faces when suddenly there is a horrible error in the computer, a kitten’s head explodes, sirens sound, and our safety is not longer guaranteed, regardless if we kept our hands and feet inside the safety of our clothes.

It’s difficult to describe a band so easily categorized as Novelty when there is such an amount of work placed into the stage presence and theatrical aspects as there is into the songs. If their tastes ran to the dark and seriuz, they could carve a career out of playing shows in the Midwest on the Juggalo circuit, but since their tastes were decidedly brighter, it’s difficult to see it beyond anything like one off shows here and there, which is really unfortunate, but when was the last time you heard anyone say “Man, I wish Green Jello were coming to town soon”?

Focusing on just the theatrical aspects, we got to see a man in a Mashed Potato costume fight a man dressed as a Vampire, we saw the lead singer throw inflatable toys including but not limited to a four foot long dragon, a four foot high tyrannosaurus rex, an axe and an airplane. We saw a man dressed as…. something come from backstage and shout at the audience. We saw a woman forced to play Super Mario World (SNES All Star edition) and beat a level in under a minute and thirty seconds (she did). We saw the guitarist take a T-Rex to the face. We sang a song devoted to Gary Gygax (though someone shouted “GURPS, BITCH” in protest), we saw a compilation of our heroes and we saw a crowd go absolutely mental for what could only really be described as “Saturday Morning Punk,” the music of youth and nostalgia played really, really fast. Grand Scoobynol.

The music was good. Catchy as you’d expect. Complimenting the stage show, but so intertwined it would be difficult to separate it and judge it on its own. Go see them if you can. It will be well worth your time.

Math the Band was up next and they played with Zach of iji on the drums and spot vocals. This really rounded out the sound and it makes me wish that they didn’t live on opposite coasts from one another as it was an excellent addition.

From the first song, Hang Out/ Hang Ten, the crowd performed admirably and aside from a few pockets of resistance, everyone danced and swayed and sweat together like a new animal; Mathus Bandus Audienus. In its natural and singular habitat throwing hands in the hair, clapping, yelling, smiling and wringing as much fun as possible from their bodies, well primed from Uncle Monsterface.

Kevin and Justine were their usual high-energy selves feeding back on the crowd’s enthusiasm to propel themselves further and faster until the end of the set they are both jumping up and down on the stage while continuing to play, screaming replacing singing and Zach’s drumming faster and harder.

By the end of their set, you’re exhausted and covered in sweat, they’re exhausted and covered in sweat, and you still have one more band to go.

Team Robespierre set up on the floor, as is their custom and quickly threw their sound out of the speakers at full speed into the audience. Punk and electronic elements combine in an assimilation of every fast simple genre from the past few decades. Don’t discount simple for stupid. It’s simple so nothing gets in the way between the audience and their locked down desire to go absolutely mental for the next thirty minutes. The singer is crawling on the drum kit, the audience, the floor, and if he could, the ceiling. He’s shouting into microphones and faces with equal time and zeal.

Amazingly, some in the audience still have energy and people who are looking for a lower key setting either flee to the merch area or go home, which is fine, because it gives everyone else space, not that it’s used for much more than brief respites between songs or choruses where everyone knows the words and every shouts them right back.

But once more, it was an excellent show in a string of excellent shows from them.

And then Eatsdirt and I had sandwiches from Sunac. They were delicious, except for the paper.

Heavy Feet - Spring Mix 2009

2009-07-31T13:02:00.000-07:00

I've taken a few years off from EDM because it got to a point where everywhere I went, I was hearing the same few songs with a handful of permutations which lead to a samey feeling every time I would go out. It didn't matter if it was a headliner or a local. Indie dance had kind of failed because it was content to pull out all of the elements of rave culture and fashion while actively distancing themselves from the raves and ravers themselves.

Though with what you find on the internet when you run a google search for "raver" it's totally understandable why you don't want to associate with someone with a Pokemon backpack whose arms are covered in plastic beads.

Indie dance culture tries to maintain a distanced cool in a lot of cases, I guess because enthusiasm betrays a lack of control which shows weakness. I don't know.

I was kind of affected by this and when I got burnt out, and had no desire to go along with the flow into dubstep because I felt it was just to slow for my tastes and was predicated on taking things down a notch. That's just not something that really interested me.

I can appreciate that others enjoy it, but despite repeated attempts to get into it from Burial to Skream have had no results. I don't much like dub either, though I love all other forms of Jamaican music with a huge place in my heart for Ska and Rocksteady.

So recently, I decided to go back into dance and see what had changed. See if anything really exciting had come along. I did this just in time for Felix The Housecat to launch Boppernation, which looks like a great clearing house for news and tracks from that spectrum of house. Today their track of the week (I suppose their first), was Felix Cartal's Drone from his forthcoming album. That wasn't available for download so I went and bought the Skeleton EP and Juno Download suggested I try Heavyfeet's Sasquatch EP, I listened to a few bars of a track and liked what I heard, so I bought that as well.

After a few listens I love it. It's got the heavy clean bass of Speed Garage, a high pitched siren melody, classic breakbeat samples, but it's also got that monster roar of sawtooth bass you get from acts like Vitalic. It's not the most original of pairings, granted, but it's a damn fun one rather well done.

The duo released a Spring Mix which is well worth checking out. I found a copy through Trash Menagerie (though a quick mediafiresearch will also turn it up) and you can find the track listing on their myspace page. It's an hour and a half of rave retooled goodness to house to electrobass to drum and bass. It's well worth your time.

MPHO - Box n Locks

2009-07-30T18:07:00.000-07:00

This ties into what I was talking about with regards to eccentric soul and standard marketing of black artists. MPHO is a South African singer by way of the UK who with production by Switch will be releasing Pop Art, a multi-genre pop effort from a woman of color which actively defies genre classifications.

In other news, more Ska Revivalism from Kid British, who are releasing their album It was Either This or Football in two parts.

Ebony Bones and Ninjasonik at Bowery Ballroom 7/29/09

2009-07-30T14:49:00.000-07:00

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I had never seen Ebony Bones before, and had only heard about them after Eatsdirt caught them at The Pool Parties last year, but having seen the pictures she captured, I was intrigued.

I love what is termed Eccentric Soul, which I guess is a secret back door marketing term for black music that doesn’t fit into the standard marketing devices. My awareness and appreciation for this is largely to a long time love of the magazine Wax Poetics, which covers Latin and Black music with a crate digger’s ear, but a historian’s ability to dig up information. Using the Internet to track down what they talk about has lead to a ton of interesting and off the wall finds, which have served to broaden my already expansive musical interests and also to further deplete my starved wallet.

So when I see someone like a Janelle Monea, or Outkast, or Gnarls Barkley making great, vibrant music drawing from familiar traditions, I’m drawn to it. Unfortunately with time being pecked to death by the crows of responsibility and obligation, I don’t get much opportunity to seek out all the new music in all the various genres in which I have an interest. This is rather unfortunate, and as such, I am at a loss with regards to many acts.

Ebony Bones is one whose music I had heard but to which I never really listened. It served as background noise put on while surfing other sites whittled down to 64kpbs streamed over Myspace. It’s the audio equivalent of skimming Cliff’s Notes. You’ll catch the barest of basics, enough to get a sense of what’s there, but to try and grasp what’s going on or to speak to someone with a deeper understanding you’ll realize quickly how little you picked up.

Last night, Eatsdirt and myself braved the continuing horrible weather meeting friends to catch Ebony Bones at The Bowery Ballroom. Ninjasonik were a last minute addition to the bill, so I knew that even if recent up and coming band The Drums or Ebony Bones failed to impress, that I would be guaranteed at least one high-energy rambunctious performance. I was also testing out a new camera so I knew that there would be some good shots because Ninjasonik put on a good show.

I’m often have trouble trying to tell people about Ninjasonik without sounding like someone who doesn’t get it or I over explain and sound a bit academic for what many people consider disposable party rap, which to a degree it is, but to use this as a pejorative, is to be dismissive at best and disingenuous at worst. It’s music to make people dance while also speaking from a kind of unique social and cultural experience.

The concerns spoken of are universal concerns of being denigrated anonymously, concerns for originality, sex and consequence concerns, peer concerns, and tales of bon vivant in youth. It’s entirely understandable if people don’t like it, but to attempt to dismiss it due to willful ignorance is unfortunate.

Last night’s show started to a nearly empty room. A few diehards; largely friends of Eatsdirt and me, a few stragglers, and people working. When a band is performing to an empty room, it tends to do one of a few things. It either gets upset and doesn’t perform very well, not really caring about the end result, the “Why Try Harder?” mentality or it goes for broke, because it’s divorced from all consequences anyway, so why not push against convention and do what you want? A sort of apocalyptic nihilism theater. In this venue, it’s the end of the world and now to go out banging.

Last night, Ninjasonik went out banging. The banter was there, Tellie sarcastically quipping that he loved performing to an empty room because it made him feel like a comedian. The music was there (Shoot the Lazer, Negative Thinking about Tight Pants, I Love Art School Girls, Matt and Kim’s Daylight, a Cover/Screamalong/Remix of Bad Brains Attitude). And three songs into it, the girls were there, appearing seemingly out of nowhere one hundred percent dancing and screaming and grinding.

Few things motivate like jiggling tiddies.

They were joined on stage by two people who I didn’t recognize and seemed to be Toasters / Hypemen who added to the show instead of appearing to be hangers on who convinced the band to let them onstage. The show was good for them but if you were antagonistic then it probably wouldn’t have changed your mind. We took a Ninjasonik virgin and she had a blast. Her reactions were almost as entertaining as their antics.

After the set we retreated for Drums, as they were not really my thing. Madchester meets the Cure minus the swagger and poetry. You can download their Summertime EP from rcrdlbl.com.

A few days ago, the Ebony Bones tour van caught fire. Rather dramatically. It destroyed all of their equipment, merch, instruments, and even their passports. At this point in the story, someone would typically say something along the lines of “because the music they make is so hot.” This is why people despise music journalism, so we will dispense with cute puns that make light of shitty situations while also fawning over our topic.

Ebony Bones is a self-taught singer songwriter multi-instrumentalist who is also a Shakespearian actor and BAFTA winning TV Soap Star whose self released singles have twice successively appeared as Singles of the Week on BBC Radio 1. Those of you who didn’t slink off to open your veins can read more about her at her Wikipedia page or you can await the inevitable unenviable comparisons to MIA (women of color doing political and sexual music? This is unprecedented!) after her album Bone of my Bones is released later this year.

Her stage show consists of a drummer, guitarist, two keyboardist/samplers, a tenor saxophonist, and two back up singer/percussionists (though largely their percussion consisted of two instruments a piece). The band files in, a introduction musical segue starts and then the band launches into “We Know All About You”, which is about the encroaching police state which started in the 80s but has exploded post-7/7. The various instruments mesh together to create a great funky undertone and makes police state paranoia danceable.

Having never seen her, nor really heard her, this show was an absolutely amazing experience. The dynamic costumes, the choreographed umbrella and fan dances, the singer led audience dancing, constant movement, the clean almost Speed Garage wall of bass lines, the snippets of lyrical content that make you realize that you’re dancing with wild abandon to songs about economic policy. Bloggers love this shit, so expect to hear a lot about it.

I really can’t say much more beyond do your absolute damndest to get in on the ground floor of this act while you can and NEVER MISS ANOTHER SHOW.

And then Eatsdirt and I had Halal Cart Gyros.

Black Lips, Health, Grupo Fantasama @ JellyNYC Pool Parties 7/26/09

2009-07-27T14:54:00.000-07:00

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I had thought that the crowd antics of two weeks ago wouldn't be topped. Fucked up played a loud long messy set to which people propelled themselves at each other like a check list of hardcore punk dance moves. Did I Punch The Floor yet? Did I Start The Lawnmower? Did I Circle?

It wasn't so bad. When I saw them in January at the Market Hotel, my glasses were destroyed, so this time, I was much happier with the outcome.

The Black Lips, man, it wasn't even a contest. Who would think that a cluster of younger hipsters of both sexes could out mosh a nearly all male hardcore equivalent?

Eatsdirt and I spent most of the morning watching That Mitchell and Web Look while getting ready amusing her roommate and ourselves while we prepared. "Cheesoid hate self" and I could relate. The weather report promised hail and rain and torrential downpours to likes of which would probably ruin the mood and get the show canceled, but on the trip over, the rain wasn't in the sky, only the precursor in humidity so god awful you are willing to murder a polar bear or two with your bare (ha!) hands in hopes of getting access to air conditioning.

Packing for what amounts to a one day festival is kind of an art. You’re going to be on concrete in the sun for hours. You have a list of several needs both utilitarian and social. You need to make certain the sun block is handy and strong. You need to make certain that your clothes are strong enough to withstand sweat that may not be yours. You need to make sure you can carry everything you need to document the show. You need to dress comfortably and fashionably but not in a manner which will have you end up on Look At This Fucking Hipster. Last time, my bag over encumbered me a bit, so I tried to pare everything down to a set of cargo pants. I ended up leaving for the Waterfront with a book (never leave home without one), cell phone, point and shoot camera, wallet and keys and was perfectly prepared for the next few hours. So long as it didn’t rain. Fuck. In the film version of this story, the camera cuts to my sensible, compact Totes umbrella lying on my work desk, right where it had been left alone at work to fend for itself against the monsters who live under my desk.

Eatsdirt, as an esteemed member of The Press, does not get off so lucky carrying two DSLR cameras, three lenses, a Holga, an Anorak, wallet, keys, elephant gun, provisions for four days, water for six, diary, maps, flint and tinder, rope, lantern, oil, chocolate cake, a dozen eggs, turkey bacon, portable stove, television, ipod loaded with K-Tel compilations, snow shoes, periscope, the magna carta, telescope, toothbrush, toothpaste, shower kit, razor, and an umbrella. The umbrella was for my benefit. No, I couldn’t even manage to carry my own umbrella. Then I forced her to smuggle water.

The walk to the Waterfront is a short one from Eatsdirt lives and we got to experience The Coming Storm’s opening act in the form of Oppressive Heat and Humidity. I don’t understand how people wore wool all year round a hundred years ago in this area.

The opening band was Grupo Fantasma, and we stroll in and I can hear the Latin beats from a block away and I was in heaven. I love Latin music. I can’t really differentiate between cubano, Salsa, and merengue, but people banging on timbales off the down beats always makes me smile and the use of a rich sounding horn section with trumpet, trombone and baritone sax running alternate on rhythm and melody duties is an instant good time.

I am familiar enough to recognize some of the standards, but not enough to sing along as some of the security did, and there was moment where the band turned to bugaloo as the 70s funk guitar and percussion turned to a wall of sound that built and built and built in intensity, tone and register and then just dropped you to the undistorted guitar and a single simple drum beat for four bars and the roar you hear at your back is no longer that of the speakers in front of you, but rather the crowd behind you.

The predominately Caucasian crowd either nodded along appreciatively or danced and the when they played the last sting on their last song, the crowd screamed its disapproval and shouts of “One more” and “Uno Mas” and various combinations of the two mixed in with first year Spanish pleading. The band happily complied and the nodders nodded, the dancers danced and I wished I had brought money for merch.

It’s always impressive when you see Health’s effects stations get set up. John Famiglietti’s pedal set up looks like a combination of Dan Deacon’s folding table and Doc Brown’s laboratory from Back to the Future and it takes two people to bring it in. John will spend more time with these than with the bass guitar for many of the songs for the set.

I’ve heard Health’s music described as “Progressive” (not certain if that was pejorative), “atonal noise” (that certainly is), “new wave”, “noise rock”, “art rock”, “punk” and all of those fit but what struck me yesterday was that it had a lot in common with Black Metal. Black Metal of the Liturgy style, and not like, say, Wolves in the Throne Room. Challenging god-awful noise designed to brutalize the listener while exploring heretofore barren maps of sketched in continents and seas. Here Be Dragons and all that.

And it when the Dragons are there pressing your clothes against your body from the bass and from the chaos catch a faint melodic overture running counter to all you would expect that the listener nearly experiences transcendence.

If you’re wired for it, you’re wired for it. It clicks automatically and you like it. If you aren’t then it’s an utter waste of your time and thankfully the internet exists so that you can anonymously slag off to everyone you know about the shittiest band you’ve ever seen and why can’t they just have more music like X, Y, or Z?

It’s impossible to not take good pictures of Health. They are in constant motion using their whole bodies in worship of their sounds. Hair, Limbs, instruments flail, whip, and twist, independent entities team up and move in unison for a few frames then shatter apart. The musicians drive the sound and in turn are driven by the sound in a closed loop. Ouruboros.

The shots you see on Flickr or Brooklyn Vegan or Superglued reflect that, and it’s an amazing thing to behold.

Again, if you’re wired for it, YMMV, past performance is no indicator of future performance, etc.

I don’t know if I’m the right person to try to sell you on the Black Lips. They’re fun, and musically sound, but I wasn’t surging forward climbing over photographers trying to get up on the stage. I have never thought I’d see so many white teenagers mosh to a song about Hurricane Katrina. When I saw two people lose their glasses, I got out of the way of the gelatinous press of sweaty young flesh not wishing to be the third.

The music was garage rock of the type that was popular in the 60s but informed by music since then, so there is a definite pop sensibility in structure and scope, but there is nothing really challenging about it. It’s fun, danceable, music which is up beat fast and coupled with a stage presence that encouraged that sort of mad energy in youth. Someone threw a small guitar and the singer grabbed, smashed it to bits on the stage and threw the pieces back into the audience. Someone lobbed a dodge ball and it nearly hit Joe Bradley, who kept drumming but with a smile that reads as a cross between “oh, you guys!” and “try harder.”

The pictures tell the story of the crowd better than I could. I left to get water and read for a bit.

The weather held out until the end of the set. The pressure changed abruptly before The Black Lips went on, so we were blessed with a nice steady breeze making the day a bit more bearable.

The rain did not hold out and against an impressive display of lightning, the concert was closed down. Once I heard that someone playing cricket in Brooklyn was hit by lightning and his clothes exploded off his body like a victim of The Overfiend, I felt that the law was most likely correct in this case.

After this, Eatsdirt and I had crab burgers. And they were delicious.

Sirenfest 2009

2009-07-19T14:57:00.000-07:00

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There were a number of bands here I didn't catch either because I hadn't switched over to Digital yet (was using film for the first few hours before I remembered I brought my digital camera). Bands missing form here are: The Tiny Masters of Today, Michachu and the Shapes, Blue Van, Bear Hands, Monotonix, and A Place To Bury Strangers.

Main Stage

Tiny Masters are a band of prepubescent kids with zero stage presence. It seems they get by on "aw, that's cute" factor more than any actual skill, but at that age i don't really expect any.

Michachu and the Shapes are a fun eccentric pop, which differs from quirky pop in that quirky pop is more twee. Michachu and the shapes just seem to be determined to make pop music by outre means.

Japandroids - This is a two piece grage rock (for lack of better word band. Drummer and Guitarist both share vocal duties and the guitarist tries to push his instrument harder so you don't notice the lack of bassist in the band. This band was a lot of fun live and i really look forward to seeing them again.

Frightened Rabbit - This is a four piece scottish pop band. They'd been on my radar thanks to a coworker at my previous company but circumstances always prevented me from catching them. They play jangly BritPop which will tell you right away if you will enjoy or hate this band.

Grand Dutchy - This is the band that Frank Black (pixies) has with his wife. I only heard a handful of songs and don't recall much beyond kind of pop, kind of dancey. But listening to the stuff they have on their Myspace page I think that there is more to this band than what little I was able to catch.

The Raveonettes- This was my first exposure to this band. They struck me as a kind of art rock band, and listening to their songs on myspace kind of confirms that. If you like stuff like Suicide, Velvet Underground and other kind of rambling music that casually meanders from point A to point B, then you will probably enjoy this.

Built To Spill - Alternative legends that have survived to the indie period. According to Edwina they can get kind of Jammy at times, but that wasn't really on display yesterday, or wasn't for the time we were there. Think Dinosaur Jr.

Stillwell Stage

Blue Van - Didn't See

Bear Hands - Didn't See

Thee Oh Sees- We only caught the final end of this set as the main stage started to run later and later. What we caught was kind of amazing in it was a guy who seemed determined to destroy his teeth with his guitar. The music sounded like experimental rock, but we only caught one song as I said.

Future of the Left - Amazing set.

A Place to Bury Strangers - Shoegaze. Strongly influenced by MBV to the fact that I heard some of the same riffs. Most of our exposure to this band was waiting in the line for the porta potties.

Monotonix - decided to play in the audience so security kicked everyone out of the photo pit. I used this opportunity to get food.

Spank Rock / Ninjasonik / Amanda Blank- This was pretty insane. Naeem took the stage, yelled at the photographers, ordered everyone to jump the fence into the vip pit and then with the help of Ninjasonik and Amanda Blank put on the BEST set of the festival. AT some point "something happened" but I didn't see what, but it left Naeem on his back kicking the stage trying to push the monitors ontop of Rafe and Tova (also on this list) then he lept behind the dj table and laid there for like 20 more minutes. Amanda Blank was on hand (not on tour as I thought) and she did several songs from her new album while Naeem recovered/ pulled himself together. There was some impromptu DMC style turntable shit and then Naeem came back and he and Amanda did some of their collaborative tracks together and then they cut the stage which almost forced a riot. Edwina and I, having been on our feet in the sun for 8 hours decided to just go catch the train rather than see the outcome of the crowd's chant for "one more song"