MySpace Music Reviews, Vol. 31
Some first-attempt-ever live recaps, to supplement the few bands i feel like reviewing. Perhaps it is because i am doing this instead of catching Padre Pio in the city this evening. I'll catch you next time, boys.
Saturday, November 4th: As you may have willfully missed,
Not the most original set of observations i know, and most in
The Tom Waits-y brass and muscular, gypsy-like ululating of Nervous Cabaret followed nicely, but not nearly soon enough, as seeing them involved first slugging through B-Monster's K-mart cowboy racket. Which is too bad because the songs on B-Monster's profile come across not-half-bad, but live it was clear they were dabbling with forces (American 50s hot-rod rock) they didn't understand. A bassist might have helped, of course, but regardless, rodeo regalia on Brits is just plain wrong. Better luck next band.
All that said, the highlight of this show, though, came during a wait for the bathroom. I stood amidst a group of young folks from not-
Meanwhile, not far away, high, high CMJ-related ticket prices caused me to miss pals Breakup Breakdown, but apparently, their show was a right smash, especially when experienced in the context of being the only non-suburban emo band of the evening ...We had attempted earlier to see Stuart A. Staples of Tindersticks fame, but apparently he was Being A. Jerk and insisted on no photography for the performance. Thus, the Girl, with badge, was turned away for having her rather comprehensive collection of camera gear in tow. I was ambivalent (i wouldn't have been able to get into the $30 show anyway) and the Girl was actually relieved to not have to muck through more yuppie quiet-music, having already endured the dim, sanctimonious Lavender Diamond, the doughy shirtlessness of huckster-hicksters O'death and a whole other cavalcade of ersatz non-rock over the course of the week. In fact, you can see it all here. We departed and briefly wandered through douchebag-ville (read: Dumbo) until we stopped in for a drink at a bar that had roaches and a stunningly annoying bartender.
The only other CMJ show i had the pleasure of somehow getting in to was
Saturday, November 11th: This was a fun day. Tipped off by a pal to a mini-tour of two Bay Area rock bands, i set out to catch a free show at Passout Records on Grand St. A 3pm start time resulted in the first band going on at roughly 5, as the shops' co-owning couple were having a very public and at least half-drunken tiff, all to the street strains of a live Oblivians record. But the show must go on, and once it did, the mood lightened and everything was swell. The Husbands were out for blood, but had to settle for being a smash. Three girls with matching dresses and an average of 31.3 teeth (do the math) banged and belted their way through a fun, scary garage set. Especially rocking were a song with the hilarious chorus "B-I-L-L-Y Spells Heartbreak" and a perfectly executed cover of the Shanrgi-Las "Never Again." Predictably, no bass, but the girls' wisely went the Oblivians route - of course - with simple drum bashing, and one guitar sludgy enough to fill the sonic role of the bass adequately ... Poppy trio The Makes Nice (featuring a great fucking guitarist from the otherwise annoying Fucking Champs) opened the show and did a fine job, too, considering the weirdness that preceded them. They also taught me an awesome card game, commonly known as "Shithead" but shown to me as "Shit Stack," which is of course, much funnier. An MsMR salute to pal Lauren, for introducing me to these bands, and getting me a beer … Boston's Turpentine Brothers - yet another bass-less band - were a snooze, as are most Boston bands, so MsMR split to get some tacos. Yum!
Zachary Freshkill (see "Drew Giraffe" above) was in attendance and, being in a record store and similarly fascinated with obscure and burgeoning bands, he had a few musical suggestions and notions for me, the most lasting of which were:
A. M83 are the worst band in history (and check them out, they are almost diabolically treacly), and
2. Check out Live Fast Die. Pretty good stuff, too - reminds me of Guitar Wolf - and i can go for any band that has a song named "PIZZA AND VOMIT."
Nonetheless, upon sampling the works of those two bands, i considered my column and thought, "ah, i hear stuff that good / bad every damn week." So, thus motivated, i attempted to put together twin lists from bands sitting in my "friend request box" that meet one of those two divergent criteria. Here's what i came up with (put another way, some actual reviews!):
Even worse than M83:
Aaron Schroeder (Indie / Folk / Punk)
You know, when Johnny Cash was making music like this, people like Aaron Schroeder were listening to Pat Boone. It's depressing when if you really think about it.
Puzzle Muteson (Acoustic / Folk / Shoegaze)
By the sounds of it, this guy misses Elliot Smith so much, it gave him cerebral palsy.
benjijustbenji (Folk Rock)
shittyjustshitty.
KILLOLA (Rock / Indie / Ghettotech)
This sounds like No Doubt being impersonated in a 12:55 am skit on Saturday Night Live.
FUTURE IN PLASTICS (Rock / Experimental / Pop Punk)
Hey, how come nobody told me Judy Tenuta was singing for Blue Oyster Cult now?
A Denver Mile (Shorts / Sandals / Whiney)
Bazooka Joe: "Say MsMR, how long could you tolerate A Denver Mile?"
MsMR: "A New York Minute!"
Plop!
Hannah Speller (Pop / Alternative / Rock)
Dilettante mom makes Kate Bush for divorcees. Thanks, lady.
Autopilots (Indie / Pop / Rock)
"Your eyes! Are a sight for sore ... E-ey-ey-ey-eys!" Just when panning bands is starting to feel like scrubbing the kitchen, these guys are a self-cleaning oven.
Poop Yer Pants (Experimental / Indie / Folk Rock)
A band named Poop Yer Pants can go one of two ways: a noisy, unwittingly "experimental" band by a group of high school smart-asses, which i would prefer; or third-generation Moldy Peaches folk stoner-in-the-woods stuff. Why do i get my hopes up?
Some Guy (Acoustic / Folk Rock / Indie)
"You call yourself a reviewer? Any PROFESIONAL reviewer would NOT delve into SPECULATION about someone's PERSONAL life.
If you had actually reviewed my music I would laugh off your opinion of the music. Instead you make smart-ass remarks about what you believe my social life to be.
I guarantee you I get laid more than you and for you to go on your website and speculate otherwise is wrong.
Here's what you do: Remove my name and anything about me on your website and I won't have my lawyer get in touch with you about the charges he will present to you of personal slander.
This is a one time warning."
(Guy in Question).
Almost as good as Live Fast Die:
(This proved tougher)
BRUSH (Indie / Alternative / Electronica)
Hilarious but sly, hooky electro-schmaltz, with simple melodies. Finally, a live with laptop act that won’t make you want to make the "hey can i check my e-mail?" joke. I never thought i'd say it.
grand ole party (Big Beat / Club / Rock)
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs comparisons are uinevitable, but the g.o.p. is a bit simpler, blues-ier, more primal, and - get this - they have a bassist. I'm sold.
Car-sick Cars (Rock / Indie / Shoegaze)
Chinese lucky art garage. You know i can't say no to a band with the headline "Enjoy our panda noise ! "
Ahoi (Rock / Tropical / Other)
Demos made in haste reveal big croon-y poppy business. It is nice to hear Mike Realistic on the bass again. It’s been too long. Good stuff and these cats are just getting started so stay tuned.
Well, that cinches it: writing about stuff i *don’t* like is a whole lot easier.
Mondaay, November 13th: A quick note about the Beat the Devil residency at the Knitting Factory. Go. See them. Their sound and show are really beginning to take great shape - you could almost hear the harmonium this time - and they are just the band to expose just how demented Bo Diddley's "Who Do You Love" really is. They'll be there Mondays through the 4th of December. Worth the schlep, and the ducats.
Tuesday, November 14th: Michael McDonald performed at the Waldorf=
Lastly, Michael McDonald is very nice and has a firm handshake.
Phew. A more conventional column next week ...
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