October 14, 2012

Absolute Monarchs, Gaytheist, Constant Lovers Ticket Giveaway

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Goodness. Gracious. Great balls of fire.

Will Chop Suey be able to contain this spirited brand of rock and roll madness on Thursday? There’s only one way to find out. A ticket giveaway courtesy of your friends at Good to Die Records and this website. Three great bands (Check the title of the post, n00bs) and one cool DJ (Hannah Levin) want to make your night forgettable due to an alcohol induced blackout unforgettable due to all the good music you’re going to witness in such a short period of time.

Absolute Monarchs and their album 1 is critically acclaimed. It will be ranked highly on the KEXP “Best Albums of 2012″ list. You listen to everything KEXP tells you to do, therefore I know you will be at this show. Did I mention we’ll be giving away a copy of the Absolute Monarchs album? Now you know.

Constant Lovers and their album True Romance was one of the best albums of 2011. It also had one of the creepiest album covers I have seen in a long time. Anytime you see a male thumb penetrating a bar of soap, unsightly, violent imagery is probably the first thing that will invade your mind. What? The only thing you could come up with was a shower shaving session gone wrong? Dig deeper, pun intended.

Gaytheist, despite having a juvenile band name, are not adolescent in their songwriting by any means. Their album Stealth Beats has burrowed its way into my iphone playlist and hasn’t moved for solid month. One part Torche, one part Quicksand, this supergroup has taught me that judging a book by a cover is a cliche that should not victimize me this late in my life. “Post Apocalyptic Lawsuit”? Yes, please. I want my law firm familiar with the aftermath of a nuclear wasteland. “Pointless-Helpless” describes my personality in two words, hyphen not included.

In the comments section, tell me why you like Stars Wars more than Star Trek or vice versa.

 

July 19, 2012

Reverb Fest 2012: Bringing Super Groups & A Solid Local Line-Up to Ballard Ave.

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Cosmic Pantherland Band ::: photo by Josh Lovseth

Josh reported this morning on Slack Fest as being our ideal version of a summer Festival. But when it comes to an ideal local music festival, I have to nominate Seattle Weekly’s annual Reverb Fest. Held every October on Ballard Avenue, Reverb Fest offers an inexpensive, curated introduction to what’s happening right now in local music. The festival transcends genres, offering a little something for everyone whether you like Ballard Avenue twang, hip hop, garage punk, power pop, or metal. For just $10-$15 you have the chance to discover a couple new favorite bands and see some old favorites, all within a convenient couple block radius. For this reason, it is, year after year, one of my favorite events and days.

This year’s Reverb will be held October 6th and features one of the Fest’s strongest line-ups to date. I’m especially excited to see a couple Seattle supergroups names on the line-up: “The Greatest Rock ‘n’ Roll Band in the World” (featuring members of The Blood Brothers and Wayfinders) and Cosmic Pantherland Band (featuring members of The Moondoggies, The Maldives and more playing cosmic country). Other acts I’m eager to catch at Reverb this year include: Country Lips (traditional country covers and originals, that wowed at Slack Fest), Erik Blood stepping from behind the boards and on stage, Hardly Art’s Grave Babies, the sultry songs of Prom Queen, the heady raps of OCNotes, the psychedelic drone of Midday Veil, the sweet songs of Shannon Stephens and a trio of Good to Die bands: Brokaw, Monogamy Party and Deadkill.

Arrington De Dionyso / Ayron Jones & The Way / BOAT / Brain Fruit / Brokaw / Brothers From Another / Chocolate Chuck / Christina Bautista / Cosmic Pantherland Band / Country Lips / Deadkill / Erik Blood / Eugenie Jones / Full Toilet / Gabriel Mintz / Grave Babies / Haunted Horses / Kithkin / Lifestyles Of The Poor & Unknown / Midday Veil / Monogamy Party / Naomi Punk / No Rey / Noeula / OCnotes / Posse / Prom Queen / Rachel Harrington / Secret Colors / Shannon Stephens / Shelby Earl / Side Saddle / Soul Senate / Spoonshine / Sweet Pups / Sweetwater / The Chasers / The Crow Quill Night Owls / The Greatest Rock N Roll Band In The World / The Shivering Denizens / The Wheelies / Ticktockman

July 12, 2012

Deadkill – “Oh God Help You” [video]

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A twist ending is a tricky thing. Often attempted and rarely successfully executed.

But you can add Deadkill’s new video for “Oh God Help You” to that short list with The Usual Suspects and The Sixth Sense. What starts off as a metal video cliche: a pretty girl being chased by a psychotic ax wielding oaf in an industrial building, by the end becomes a surprising delight. For fear of ruining the ending, that’s all I’ll say.

Kudos to the team at Good to Die Records who, having successfully moved from blog to show bookers to a record label are now making high quality, concept videos. The work they’re doing is a real inspiration to this fellow DIY outfit.

You can catch Deadkill next Friday at 4:15 at the Neumos stage during Capitol Hill Block Party.

April 26, 2012

Good To Die Records Showcase: A Lecture in Rock and Roll

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[Scene opens in dimly lit lecture hall at a generic university in Anywhere, USA.  Students are already seated at their desks with their backs facing against invisible lens. Notebooks are placed in a subordinate position throughout the lecture hall. In some quarters the faint glow of personal computers and smart-phones shed light on youthful, impressionable faces while simultaneously casting shadows on the walls.]

[In walks a teacher bearing a striking resemblance to William Daniels ("Mr. Feeny" from Boy Meets World). He's carrying a briefcase and a cold cup of black  drip coffee. All business on a Thursday morning.]

Professor: Good morning students. As you know your homework on Tuesday was to research Good To Die Records so that you would have something to contribute to this afternoon’s discussion. As you know they have a showcase happening tonight at the Highline (It’s been moved from Barbosa). First and foremost, what can you tell me about the origins of the name “Good To Die”? What does that mean exactly?

[About four students raise their hands. The professor doesn't like to create suspense so he calls on someone immediately.]

Random student #1:  I believe the record label is named after a Red Fang song. Nik Christofferson made an adept choice in using this Portland band as inspiration for the moniker of his label.

Professor: That is indeed correct. It is also a significant indicator of what one should expect from the label. When you say the words “Good to Die,” you are uttering a three word manifesto that is not for the cardiac impaired. Look at the names of the bands that actively represent this label, Deadkill and Dog Shredder. Even the name Sandrider sounds a bit ominous and intimidating. What can you tell me about Sandrider’s self-titled album?

[I'm pretty sure you're aware of the student calling on teacher process by now....]

Random Student #2: I’m a bit of a sci-fi geek so I can tell you that there name is derived from Dune. Other than that, I can tell you that this band is often classified as “metal” or “stoner rock,” but I’m not sure what “stoner rock” means…

[The professor interrupts.]

Professor: Yes, I agree with you whole-heartedly. I don’t find Sandrider to be stereotypically “psychedelic” enough to be grouped into such a vague genre. Nobody is going to argue with you if you happen to suggest that the introductory bass line to “Paper” isn’t reminiscent of a Tad song. Does anyone in this room think Tad is psychedelic?

[Nobody raises their hand to propose otherwise.]

Professor: My point exactly. This is just straight up, quality rock and roll that reminds you of what the Pacific Northwest used to sound like during a time not too far removed from present day. If you listen to Sandrider’s self-titled release you will notice there are traditional “rock” guitar scales happening all over the album. When I say “guitar scale,” what is the first thing you think?

[Random student shouts out "Jimmy Page masturbation!" and the peanut gallery laughs.]

Professor: That’s pretty close. I’m going to assume you meant “the blues” by that unsatisfactory remark. Listen to the opening of minute or so of “The Judge” and the introductory hot guitar lick on “Children.” Both musical sequences are steeped in the great American tradition of the bluesman. You would be able to include the main riff to “Crysknife,” but the timing of and presentation of the guitar is way more Mudhoney than it is Black Sabbath.

[The professor pauses to take a sip of coffee and precedes to walk over to his white dry erase board. The professor writes the number "360" on the board.]

Professor: Does anyone know what that number means?

[The professor calls on a student.]

Random Student #3: Yes, that is a dunk in basketball or some sort of trick in a plethora of sports such as snowboarding, skateboarding, etc.

Professor: You’re right but we’re talking about Sandrider and not Tony Hawk or NBA Jam. Generously speaking, “360″ represents the approximate number of seconds that exist in a Sandrider song. Seven tracks, almost 41 minutes worth of music. I think it’s important to highlight this fact because with the way Sandrider writes songs, they never seem as long as your Itunes counter would indicate. I think that showcases the strength of the band to keep the listener actively engaged without an extreme amount of tempo changes or movements within any given composition. Have any of you witnessed this three piece live?

Random Student #4: Yes, I saw them at Black Lodge a few months back and they were spectacular. Weisnewski, Damm and Roberts perform quite effortlessly. On this given night, when “Scatter” broke into the lyric “Poison apples in the promise land,” cheap champagne was sprayed everywhere by their contemporaries. It was very decadent in a “rock and roll takes over the corner store” kind of way. It’s a live moment permanently etched in my brain.

[The professor strokes his chin and nods his head in agreement.]

Professor: Fascinating. You don’t really see that kind of spontaneous, rowdy behavior at rock shows anymore these days. It saddens me greatly. I would urge the rest of you students to check Sandrider out live. No matter how much you like their self-titled release they are so much better live. That can basically be said for all the Good to Die bands I have personally witnessed. Would anyone care to share their thoughts on Brokaw?

[A few eager hands shoot up.]

Random Student #5: They remind me of a modern version of Killdozer with flashes of the Jesus Lizard thrown in for good measure. You can even throw a little Pave the Rocket in there, although Brokaw lives and dies with distorted stomp boxes.

Professor: Exactly. They are very “Chicago” in their approach. In fact their album Interiors was recorded in Chicago at Electric Audio by Greg Norman (Not to be confused with the golfer Greg Norman). Thick bass lines, frantic drums, noisy, angular guitar work, Brokaw sounds like a band that marauds rather than performs. Not only do they confront the listener with the abrasive sounds they churn out, Brokaw isn’t afraid to make outrageous claims while in the process. What if I told you that, “You Didn’t Invent Sex.” Would you agree or disagree, why?

Random Student #6: I would have to disagree strictly in philosophical terms. How can you tell me what I have not invented sexually, when we have never been together?

Professor: Are you propositioning me in a public, classroom setting?

Random Student #6: It’s possible.

[The professor strokes his chin and nods his head in agreement.]

Professor: Fascinating. What do you think the highlights of the album Interiors are? What are you favorite songs?

Random Student #6:  It’s a close call between “Berlin Heart” and “Politicians By The Pool.” I like the former because at first impression, the guitar is like an abrasive, abrupt, de-tuned take on Led Zep’s “Kashmir” (For the first two chords anyway) and then it becomes a David Yow inspired scream-fest after a brief bass interlude. Where blast beats might normally go, snare rolls appear instead. An unexpected, hair-raising bridge for sure. Not to be outdone by the former, “Politicians By The Pool” takes a threatening, walking bass line and just goes with it. Anyone remember that awful MXPX song “Chick Magnet”?

[No students say anything.]

Random Student #6: Damnit, you lucky motherfuckers. Well, imagine if that song was about school shootings instead of courting women. That’s what the walking bass line sounds like. The guitar lead during the chorus literally sounds like an affluent policy maker ordering a beverage while vacationing on taxpayer’s dime….

Professor: “Actors, buy your leaders.” Is this assertion material or strictly fictional?

[Teachers love to ask rhetorical questions. It only heightens their self-perceived genius.]

Professor: It’s both. When you think about it more, Hollywood isn’t the only entity to have an impact when it comes to fundraising and potentially whispering into the ears of powerful “Beltway Insiders.” If you’re to take the word “actor” in the literal sense, a lobbyist, head of a powerful union or a foreign leader are all “actors” who “buy” the influence of our political leaders. Very insightful lyrical content.

[A student quickly interrupts the professor before he can begin to wax poetic about his ability to understand literary devices.]

Random Student #7: What do you think of Monogamy Party? Their ability to cover Shellac’s “Prayer to God” in particular?

Professor: I think that’s an appropriate cover by this noisy trio. I would not be opposed if they decided to dabble in more Shellac cover songs. Who doesn’t want to hear Shellac? I secretly want them to cover Henry Rollins Band’s “Ghostrider,” because I want to see Kennedy Carda come dangerously close to having an embolism. He’s one of the best front-men in Seattle.

Random Student #7: If they don’t play “Hard Feelings” at the Good to Die Records showcase, I might start a riot.

Random Student #8: They have a couple songs not available on the Pus City EP that I want to hear. I might riot with you!

Professor: Whoa. It looks like we have a legitimate middle-class uprising on our hands. I’ll be sure to alert the correct authorities if need be.

[The professor stops addressing the students for a moment and walks over to his briefcase. He pulls out a copy Dog Shredder's latest release Brass Tactics.]

Professor: Students, class is going to end in a matter of seconds. I didn’t mention it in the opening but tonight is also the celebratory release show for this tremendous collection of three songs. If you weren’t present for last week’s lecture then I suggest you borrow the notes from one of your classmates.

[Time waits for no (wo)man and students begin to lousily file out. The professor begins shouting at the top of his lungs.]

Professor: DON’T FORGET DOORS OPEN AT THE HIGHLINE AT 8PM. THE SHOWCASE WILL START PROMPTLY AT 9PM. TICKETS ARE ONLY $8 IN ADVANCE AND YOU’RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!

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April 17, 2012

Dog Shredder Brass Tactics

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In the words of hologram Tupac, “Picture me rolling.”

It’s a sunny Sunday afternoon in Seattle and I have no responsibilities  (All my plans have been cancelled. I guess people don’t like me).What’s a dude supposed to do? I plug my Iphone into my Macbook Pro, scan my Itunes for some “hip” songs to listen to as a cruise around in my affordable compact vehicle. What vicious whip am I pushing? An electric blue Saturn Ion with a plethora of key marks, a white streak on the side where I was hit by a woman driving while talking on her cellphone, one rear-view mirror (I backed into my own house while moving in a few years ago) battery acid stains in the backseat and a stereo that doesn’t work. Feeling good, feeling great. Feeling great, feeling good…how are you?

Anyway, before scanning over The Advantage, Asshole Parade, Baroness, Bear vs. Shark, Bucket Full of Teeth and the Dixie Chicks (Yeah, I’ve got some Dixie Chicks songs, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT!?!), I finally decide on Dog Shredder’s new album Brass Tactics (Out now on Good to Die Records). I slide the three song release to the music section of my phone, disconnect the device from my computer and head out the door. Once I’m in my car and illegally listening to my Iphone turned Ipod while driving, I decide to unleash the following tweet (while driving, of course):

“Holy Christ. This Dog Shredder jam is so good I literally can’t stop laughing/smiling.

I must confess, it’s all true. I couldn’t hide nor contain my gushiness and excitement for this album. I was riding around for almost 15 minutes with the weirdest grin on my face. Bystanders were probably looking at me like, “I know it’s sunny but why is that guy smiling like that? Does he not know the condition of the car he is driving?” Unknown bystander that I just created for the sole purpose of this blog post, I know my car sucks. However, I also know that this album is that fucking good. Let the hyperbole begin.

The initial (and subsequent) descending main riff of “Battle Snake” reminds me of an old Seattle favorite of mine, Rad Touch. Of course Rad Touch wasn’t prone to throwing a few seconds of blistering guitar lead work after each bar. This is merely an indicator that the gates of hell are about to open and depending on your experience with the underworld, you might not be ready for what you find. Suddenly you are made victim to what sounds like is a legion of foot soldiers with the most ill intentions. Their weapon of choice has six strings and it fires hammer-ons at the rate a hummingbird flaps its wings.

Let it be known that this is only a supergroup (a band consisting of three people for all you rookies out there). How is that they create sounds as pulsating and slightly erratic as Mastodon when they were awesome, as hesitatingly thrashy as Converge (during their current post millennial incarnation) performed with the legerity of Capsule (when the Miami hardcore band isn’t in “molasses Melvins” mode)?

There’s an old riddle, perhaps you’ve heard of it before?

How many indie rock multi-instrumentalists does it take to play Noah Burns Dog Shredder drum parts?

The answer is, “at least four.” I did the math in my mind. Trust me on this one.

“Battle Snake” announces itself as the rapture and serpentines until you have nothing left to give. This all takes place within the quickest five and a half minutes you’ve ever had the pleasure of breathing in and out.

“Battle Toads” pays homage to a legendary Nintendo game (and perhaps the greatest Super Nintendo game of all -time “Battle Toads in Battlemaniacs”) and sounds like a rallying war cry for the first 90 seconds. However, once the listener gets to the minute and a half mark, it turns into a classic rock tune gone hyper-drive, complete with pitch-shifting sirens and a bass drum rhythm pattern that any fan of hardcore is familiar with. It continues in this fashion until guitarist Josh Holland decides its time for gleeful round of feedback, leaving bassist Jeff Johnson masterfully toned, predicating bass lines in the center of the stage.

You know something is coming, you’re just not sure what it is.

Suddenly a primal scream.

And then arguably, my favorite minute long sequence comes to fruition. A menacing all out rockfest. It’s consistency is deceiving but the excitement you feel as a listener is unmistakable. It’s as if you put your Black Elk LP on too many revolutions per minute and are just now thinking, “You know what? Maybe life is better this way.”   The joy you feel in your new found discovery is fleeting as what you thought you knew turns into a staccato breakdown that your brain can’t follow. The math is too great. The strings are bent and the guitar squeals. The low end snarls. The snare rings out so loudly you think each single stroke is actually a flam. You keep on thinking it’s over until it actually is. You thank the heavens because you’re not sure you can handle this type of intensity over a prolonged period of time.

“Battle 07″ is a funeral march centered around an organ and blared across the vast space of an empty prison yard using a tinny public announcement system. Indistinguishable words held by the wind and thrust into concrete walls that were built for the purpose of imprisonment. The bell of the ride cymbal and the cleansing wash of the keys tell the soul all they need to know. It’s only fitting that a sullen composition draw the curtains on such a fierce contest.

April 5, 2012

And the Best Local Album Art of the Year (So Far) Goes to … Dog Shredder

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Part Chick Corea album ape, part Mucha and all metal, the cover of Dog Shredder’s Brass Tactics (out April 17th on Good to Die Records) is my favorite album art of 2012 so far, by far.

You can see Dog Shredder along with fellow Good to Die label-mates April 26th at Barboza for a label showcase.

February 14, 2012

Valentine’s Day Mail Bag

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Love makes us do crazy things

It’s the most wonderful marketable consumer-friendly romantic ”holiday” of the year. Happy Valentine’s Day! For those who didn’t want to hear that from me, I’m so sorry. Can I get you a moist toilette to sop up the salty streaks that are cascading down your face? Don’t you hate when your tear ducts don’t know how to behave? Stop being such a sad, bitter troll. Go to Hot Topic and buy yourself some novelty wristbands. I have been informed accessorizing heals all wounds.

Before I get to all my fake totally non-fiction, 100% legit, you-wrote-them-not-me mailbag, I need to ask the following questions. Gentle readers, how does your love life look? If it were one of the following celebrity choices, which one would you choose?

A) Are you Joe Perry during his days as a solo artist? (Hey man, The Joe Perry Project ruled. Don’t ask me to look you in the eyes and say that.) Tired of sharing the limelight with your formerly “awesome” spouse (who may or may not have had serious drug problems), you have decided to head down life’s highway without someone who’s instantly recognizable riding shotgun. Suddenly even your closest friends pretend not to know who you are. You might want to get Linda Perry (unrelated) to pen a song for you in order that your matters of the heart are quickly reconciled (Read – #1 Billboard hit single or a hot date on the town. Whatever works, baby).

B) Are you Al Davis (god rest his soul) the night before the 2007 NFL Draft? Pundits are telling you not to draft JaMarcus Russell just because he can throw a football 60+ yards while sitting down on a grassy field. You tell those talking heads to, “Go fly a fucking kite!” (You’re Al Davis, kite-flying was a joy when you were a small child circa 1821) That’s precisely why you’re investing an ungodly amount of money and your future on his professionalism… because of what Mr. Russell can do while sitting down. You’ve had success in the past (John Madden doesn’t have video games named after him if it weren’t for you), nobody that isn’t committed to excellence should tell you how to live your (love) life. You’re not “delusional” because you don’t remember archiving that word when you wrote the beginnings of the Oxford Dictionary in June of 1857.

C) You are Adele at the Grammys in 2012 and you are killing everything. You decided to take everyone else’s Grammy because you’re Adele and that’s what you do. By music industry standards you are Godzilla and everyone else is Godzuki (meaning their existence is limited to a Hanna-Barbara animated series that took place between 1978-1981). This year, not only are you a six-time Grammy award winner with nuclear breath an astonishing voice, but it has been scientifically confirmed that all women under the age of 30 love you.

D) You are Andy Dick. Nobody really remembers you besides that funny role you had on Just Shoot Me! Oh wait, that was David Spade. You are Andy Dick…and ehh….all you do is get arrested now…?

E) You are Kristen Bell and on the verge of becoming America’s Sweetheart my latest celebrity crush. I don’t even know who you are or what you do. Some might argue you’re an actress but I think you might be the inspiration behind the song “This Little Light of Mine.” One thing is for certain, you like sloths and that’s very ok with me.

To the mailbag!

Dear Phil,

I’m new to the city and I have nothing to do on Valentine’s evening? What should I do besides binge on romantic comedies and an entire season of Swamp People?

- I Love Swamp People

Dear Swamp People,

Normally I would just tell you to go to Earl’s and troll the hell out of unsuspecting undergraduates based on their ability to make questionable decisions. However, you are new to this part of the world. A sterling reputation isn’t something you can regain easily in this small town. Here are four legitimate options for your Valentine’s Day evening. May the trouble you get into never leave the confines of a bedroom or a jail cell.

A Black Lodge Prom – This isn’t a corsage! It’s an anarchistic floral arrangement under the guise of social customs impressed upon me by the powers that be! Duh. Ladies, I expect you to look marvelous as always. Gents, I want you to try and look nicer than the ladies! (As we should because we are less attractive and therefore have to work harder) Let us not forget that there are bands that will create the ambiance to your spiked-punch slow dance. Country Lips and Party Tribe Trolls are among the merrymakers. Your last chance for romance starts at 8:30pm.

Love Songs – This delightful soiree will take place at the Columbia City Theater. What’s going to be happen? Love Songs being performed by Kaylee Cole, Matt Bishop of Hey Marseilles and Tim Wilson of Ivan and Alyosha. What do you think the odds are of all these performers gathering together to close out the evening with Converge’s “The Saddest Day”? I heard the list of tunes is quite eclectic mind-melting. Love is a battlefield. Anything can happen. The potential for crying alone begins again at 7:30pm.

Valentine’s Against Violence – Spread adulation to those who need it most. I promise someone there will be someone impressed with the growth of your grinch heart. Side Saddle and others will be performing at The Sunset in Ballard. All the band’s proceeds will be donated to New Beginnings, a local shelter that provides service to battered women and their children. There will also be a raffle (who doesn’t love a good raffle?) of items from local Ballard shops and stores. Entry is $8. However, if bring one of the items on the New Beginnings wish list (check that out by clicking on the event name), it’s only $5. Are you ready to be altruistic and selfish all at the same time? The show starts at 9pm. 

Valentine’s Day BenefitThe Comet Tavern is hosting this benefit for the Jubilee Women’s Center on Capital Hill. Vox Mod, Lisa Dank , and Zephyrs. Grab a beer. Learn how your admission fee is positively impacting someone else’s life. Get your freak on to the funky tunes. Go home with a smile on your face. The process is set to begin at 9pm.

Read the rest of our love-filled Valentine’s Day Mail Bag (more…)

January 20, 2012

Brokaw “Build and Destroy” Live at Jooniors

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If you are anything like me, you’re so sick of all this cocaine that you can’t even get high off of! snow on the ground that you don’t know what to do with yourself. For days it’s just been you and your space heater. The worst part is, the warmth that your little heater generates pales in comparison to the cauldron of hatred that burns within your heart….

AH, THE SNOW. FUCK IT.

You’ve been starting your drinking at 10am the last few days. You’ve consumed more liquid calories in the last 96 hours than you did in the entire year of 2011. Dryuary what? Sobriety is no match for an intense case of “Cabin Fever.”

You no longer know your name. You no longer know your friends. Why is this strange canine in your house? Since when do you approve of pets? You just want to do two things and two things only…

Listen to Brokaw. Destroy all the remaining snow sculptures that your eyes can find.

Their album “Interiors” comes out on my best friend’s birthday January 24th (that’s Tuesday dummies!) on Good to Die Records. This song is on won’t be on that album, but it was filmed at Jooniors Studios.

December 27, 2011

A Tip of the Hat – Our 2011 MVPs

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Pickwick ::: photo by Christopher Nelson

 

We had another incredible year here at Sound on the Sound and it was in large part thanks to the following MVPs and, of course, you guys reading this. These were the artists, albums, labels, festivals and well, your dancing, that inspired and impressed us most and these are the people that remind us every day why we wouldn’t trade our local music scene for anywhere else in the world.

MVP Local Live Act: Pickwick

When a friend sent me an mp3 of “When Rosa Speaks” last summer saying he’d found my new favorite band, I wondered what on earth he was thinking. When Josh and Ty said they were going to film a new video series and start with Pickwick, I told them it was their time they were wasting. When Josh asked to book Pickwick for our 30th birthday show, I agreed begrudgingly. And when Pickwick took the tiny stage at The Blue Moon that January night, limbs and instruments and energy over-flowing, I proceeded to kick myself for the rest of 2012 for being so daft. That friend, Josh, Ty, they had been so right, and I had been so, so wrong. And to make up for that error I saw every remaining local Pickwick show of 2011, including the night I had surgery. I never once wished I was anywhere else seeing any other band. Because Jay Cox was right last August, he had found my new favorite local band and as evidenced by sold-out show after sold-out show, one of your favorite new bands too.

Pickwick simply puts on a hell of a show. They defy expectation with their sound, their Star Wars-centered banter, by getting Ballard Ave (and beyond) to dance, and the pipes on Galen Disston. Dark doo-wop and call-and-response songs about death and destruction both physical and spiritual, often inspired by musical heroes of the band (Sam Cooke, Michael Jackson, Richard Swift) — Pickwick writes smart songs and put on performances that manage to appeal to my two month old niece, my nearly 70 year old parents, Seattle’s alt-weeklies and the managers from all over the country who clamored to sign them this summer. On the strength of these shows, hooks for miles, and the broadness of that appeal, Pickwick has gone from opening shows to 30 people to being asked to summer festivals and headlining a sold-out 1,000 person Neptune Theater, in just a year. In 2012, with their first major tours on the horizon and their debut full length to be released (likely on whatever label is lucky enough to be chosen by the band), I foresee the same pattern playing out all over the country … only skipping that whole playing to 30 people in towns they’ve never visited and it happening much, much faster. (abbey)

 

Charles Bradley ::: photo by Josh Lovseth

 

 

MVP National Live Act: Charles Bradley

It’s hard to explain the true affects of a live Charles Bradley performance, much less three in the span of a magnificently hot September week, other than to say I will come back to these different nights of performances as some of the most personally valuable musical moments I’ve ever experienced. Unearthed by Daptone Records and matched with a time-tested soul outfit in an age of copy-and-paste pop, Bradley is a rare breed of performer with a life of loss, “heartaches and pain” behind him to provide a valuable perspective that’s coming from a place of pure love and will for a better world, no bullshit. “Why is it so Hard” chronicles his life story culminating in the tragic death of his brother whom he was living with at the time, and at this point it’s hard not to tear up as Bradley himself seems to do at turns while performing. With glistening eyes he’ll turn around, doff his sparkled stage coat and stun the audience during “Golden Rule” or another upbeat number with a series knee-drops, mic-swings, the occasional worm, and of course some scream-inducing hip-thrusting for the ladies. James Brown would be proud of the hip-thrusts but also the performance as whole I think. Various luminaries have come out of performances claiming this is as close to Otis Redding as we’re likely to see and I’m hard pressed to argue. Though I’m not sure Otis ever danced quite that well. (josh)

 

Wild Flag ::: photo by Josh Lovseth

 

 

MVP Performer (Female): Wild Flag

You have seen a band perform the same songs three nights in a row, what do you want to:

a) never see that band again b) see that band sometime next year c) see that band every night for the foreseeable future.

If you’ve answered c, lucky you, you’ve just enjoyed three nights with Wild Flag.

After three nights with Wild Flag this November, my only wish was for more. Why hadn’t I gone on the entire tour? Why wasn’t this the beginning of the tour, not the end? Wild Flag, despite releasing their debut record this year, are road-warrior veterans with a first class indie and punk pedigree: Sleater-Kinney, The Minders and Helium and with their forces combined, this foursome is unstoppable on stage. Wild Flag are masters of their instruments and craft, not “for girls” (even if this category is gender based), but for anyone. Janet Weiss’ drumming recalls the greats, Carrie Brownstein is an iconic rock vocalist with a knack for writing songs that sound familiar and forward-thinking at the same time, Rebecca Cole’s piano adds a spooky psychedelic edge that elevates the band and Mary Timony is Wild Flag’s not-so-secret weapon, she straight up (yet somehow subtly) shreds with riffs that will be stuck in your brain for months. It was she who I couldn’t keep my eyes off of night after night.

The real joy of watching Wild Flag though is not just the band’s technical chops, but how much fun they seem to be having. The kind of chemistry the band shares on stage isn’t something you can practice. It’s either there or it’s not, and watching Wild Flag you feel like you’re watching four talented friends have the time of their life. And you can’t help but want to join in.

Extra Bonus Points: their cover of Television’s “See No Evil” was my favorite cover of the year.

Emeritus: Kelli Schaefer

 

Allen Stone ::: photo by Josh Lovseth

 

 

MVP Performer (Male): Allen Stone

Allen Stone’s flagrantly funk visage calls Seattle home, and though 2011 is the year he became a cover-boy and prime-time name, he’s been making small moves nationally for years now. Splitting his time between New York, LA and Seattle Stone built up a quality collection of tracks recorded with some soul heavyweights and waited for over a year to release his self-titled second record until the timing was right. Early in the year with the addition of an ace touring band representing as much young personality as Stone himself does the 25-year old Chewelah-bred pastor’s son was able to tour, capitalize, and make it all come together so that when Bumbershoot, City Arts Fest, and then Conan came calling he was prepared. Stone’s thick glasses and northwest-sheik aren’t exactly uniform attire for a classic soul sound, exemplifying that neither is his approach, but the bottom-line is he and his band have no trouble getting entire rooms dancing and the finer sex screaming. In a recent conversation Stone remarked about the new found attention, “It’s crazy. Less than a year ago I was playing the High Dive.” Having to add a second show because your first ever time headlining a 1000 cap room sold out a month of time says it all. Kinda like what happened to our previous winner of this MVP Macklemore did just about this time last year (eventually adding a total of three Showbox shows). (josh)

Emeritus: Macklemore

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October 15, 2011

Weekend Mailbag

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::: Monogamy Party photo courtesy of Good to Die Records

Well, I think it’s about time I finally do something with this thing.

*Removes Sound on the Sound mailbag that is the size of a baby walrus from the corner of my room. When I open it up, the bag is teeming with cobwebs and an array of spooky looking arachnids crawl out from the opening. Perhaps it’s time to invest in a house-cleaning team or….I can stop being lazy*

The peanut gallery has questions. I have answers that are not related to the questions that you ask. Have you ever gone to a palm reading expecting to get your prostrate examined? Now is your chance. Let’s get it on:

Dear Phil(ip),

I recently got this new job that keeps me at the office for 70-80 hours a week. As a dedicated Sound on the Sound reader I am quite aware of your occupational struggles. A work week that is roughly twice the amount of toil that a normal, puritan ethic related work week entails is something you know nothing about. With that being said, this job (not it’s hefty pay, mind you) is driving a deep wedge between me and my wife of eight years. I always thought kids would send our marriage into a tailspin of boredom, but this job is doing the bidding of my six-year-old twin girls. What can I do (besides answering sketchy swinger party ads on Craigslist) to spice up my love life? My parents have been married for almost thirty years, my marriage must outlast theirs!

Sincerely, Running on Empty in Edmonds

Dear Running,

Nobody is suggesting that you pass your wife around like a Christmas ham (or that you be broken like a turkey wishbone). What you need is a harsh reminder of why you and your wife fell in love in the first place. A spiritual retreat? What and take time off of work!?!?! No way. I’d suggest Tulalip Casino (it’s the number one place for fun) but you don’t strike me as a gambler (ie. your reluctance to answer sketchy Craigslist ads). What you need is a Monogamy Party.

Not quite heavy but fucking weird kinky enough to ignite fervent passions that will only escalate behind bedroom doors. Just make sure your twin girls are asleep before you turn on Pus City (Official release date – November 15th on Good to Die Records). You could choose the track “Fucking Out Your Brains” but might I remind you, she’s your wife! Show the lady a little respect. Lull her into your arms with the title track, I promise those thumping bass lines were put there for a reason.

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