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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January 19, 2012

Neither Rain, Nor Snow, Nor Darkness of Night Shall Stop Monogamy Party From Playing Tonight

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Monogamy Party ::: photo by Josh Lovseth

While other venues may be cancelling shows, Monogamy Party and Black Lodge are partying tonight no matter the weather. And we assure you, whatever weather you have to brave to get there, this is a spectacle you don’t want to miss. Monogamy Party gets nasty, and not in any sort of polite Allen Stone way. Their songs have titles like “Drunk or Dying” and “Fuck Your Brains Out” and lead singer Kennedy is menacing, stalking the crowd and his band mates like a predator.

Just check out these photos from one of the band’s “mellower” shows at KEXP’s Audioasis showcase earlier this month. Monogamy Party brought it harder and with more intensity than any band I’ve seen in Seattle in years and I was warned I hadn’t seen anything yet. Consider me intrigued … and possibly donning ski’s tonight to get to the Black Lodge.

If you’re snowbound tonight (or just sore from sledding yesterday) don’t worry … Monogamy Party is also playing The Comet next Thursday January 26th.


Monogamy Party ::: photo by Josh Lovseth

Monogamy Party ::: photo by Josh Lovseth

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

Read the rest of our MVPs including festival, debut album, 6th man & every writer’s personal MVP of 2011 (more…)

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.

Read the rest of Phil’s Weekend Mailbag and Watch a New Video from Ume (more…)

April 9, 2011

Saturday, You Are Music Glutton, Yeah?

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MONOGAMY PARTY ::: photo by Keith Johnson

Good heavens, where do I even begin? Saturday night is like a episode of Man vs. Food to the tenth degree. Do you think you can eat a 11 pounds of red meat, a baker’s dozen worth of cupcakes, eight strips of bacon, one pound of jalapeno peppers, six packages of Ramen, one jar of mayonnaise, five bananas and a confetti cake that is covered in coffee grinds that have been lying in your compost pile by accident for the last two weeks? If so, you should seriously consider getting your own reality-based television show titled “Disgusting Pig-Faced Slob”. Don’t use your greed to ruin your digestive tract. Use your illusion desire to consume at an alarming rate to support those who play musical instruments on-stage from time to time. Gentle reader, this is your quest for the evening.  Let’s see if  you can somehow prove to me that you were actually present at all of the following shows, I can promise you two things will happen:

1) I will build a false idol of you in my bedroom. Apparently you are everywhere at once and should be considered the most powerful human being that has ever lived.

2) You will spend lots of money on admission and traveling expenses. Unless you’re boning every musician in Seattle (and I know some of you are pretty damn close), this could be a problem. I promise to reward you for your efforts, but you must provide the proper documentation. Having 14 black marks on your wrist will not be credible enough to qualify, sorry. Go take a shower.

Lightning Bolt at Healthy Times Fun Club – I literally yelped when I heard Lightning Bolt was coming to Healthy Times. Then I started crying because I realized I won’t be able to attend this show. If you’ve never seen their DVD The Power of Salad and Milkshakes, I’m going to pretend to not know who you are the next time we’re together in public. The aforementioned movie that features live performances from all over the country is absolutely unreal. Lightning Bolt are a noise rock two-piece (a three-piece if you include the noise they create) from Providence, Rhode Island. Arguably one of the best bass and drum duo’s to exist in the history of modern rock. Even though the music they create isn’t always easy for the average person to withstand, if you watch that DVD, I can promise you will be converted into a fan. Show starts at 8pm. Monogamy Party and Mercy Ties at the Galway Arms - Are you a Lauryn Hill fan? If the answer is yes then you should probably be in Portland watching her perform at the Arlene Schnitzer Hall. If you’d rather see three dudes get sweaty and weird, then you should be on The Ave, brah. Monogamy Party play with such reckless abandon that they’ll probably be destroying a northwest festival stage in the near future. Check out their tune “Pus City,” live at The In. Mercy Ties, much like Grenades, are one of my favorite local bands around right now. Did you know those bands have a split 12″ coming out in the near future?  I’ve heard most of the split already. *evil laughter* Blogging makes me feel all-powerful like Drago in Rocky IV. Holy hobgoblin, I might as well hand them my release of the year award now. Mercy Ties are the kind of band that makes me want to quit my musical projects because I’m not sure I can compete. “Greed Keeps Us Warm” is the official song of this post. Show starts at 9pm.

Virgin Islands, Wow and Flutter, Princess and High Class Wreckage at the Comet - Virgin Islands album Ernie Chambers v. God will be coming out soon. In the meantime you can listen to “No Doctor” right here on Sound of the Sound and go see them tonight at the Comet. Princess is a band I’ve heard promising things about but I haven’t had the opportunity to see them perform yet. Perhaps you can do some detective work on my behalf? It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen High Class Wreckage. If my memory serves me correctly (and it always does) they are a rock and roll good time to be had. Show starts at 9pm.

Here are more shows that are happening that I’m probably too lazy busy lazy to talk about. That does not mean they are not good shows, that just means this laptop is burning my thighs.

Modern Athletics, Motopony and The Solvents at the High Dive. Show starts at 9pm.$7

Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears, Those Darlins at the Crocodile. Show starts at 8pm. $15

Seattle 4 Japan: People Eating People, The Young Evils, PonyHomie and Guests at Chop Suey. Show starts at 9pm. $10 donation

Owen Hart, Power and Wreck, Envision, Breaking Ground at Ground Zero Teen Center. Show starts at 7pm. $6/$5 with a canned food.

Yonder Mountain String Band at Showbox at the Market. Show starts at 9pm. $24

Don’t feel like being a hippie and dancing to Yonder Mountain String Band? Suit yourself, conformist. There’s always my favorite thing to do every second Saturday of the month, Emerald City Soul Club at the Lo-Fi. Get there late and stay even later. There is also music going on at the Blue Moon that I’m not permitted to talk about. Party safe. Party hard.

March 3, 2011

Thursday is the New Friday

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D. Black, Playing Tonight at the SXSW Send-Off ::: photo by Josh Lovseth

Choosing what show to go to on a Friday or Saturday night in Seattle has become laughably difficult. Instead of being pulled between two shows, its usually five and any destination you choose, you’re going to see something good. Tonight’s line-ups around town would have me believe this is no longer just a Friday and Saturday night problem. I’m not talking one or two good options for shows tonight, I’m talking about four shows I’d be crestfallen to miss and five or six other shows on top of that I know would be awesome.

So start the debate early today guys, because choosing what show you’re going to on Thursday night is starting to be just as hard as Friday and Saturday night. Here are the shows pulling me in approximately 10 different directions … and the one(s) we’ll end up at are bolded.

Blue Moon – Lion Child, Watch It Sparkle, Shitty Dudes Chop Suey – People Eating People, Like Lightning Gavin Guss, Garret van der Spek Columbia City Theater – Cahalen Morrison & Eli West, Squirrel Butter, Ben Gilman Comet Tavern – Nod Off, Stickers, Wildildlife, Monogamy Party Conor Byrne – Benefit for the Common Language Project with Reef Encounter, Country Lips The Crocodile – SXSW Kick-Off Party with D. Black, Wild Orchid Children & More High Dive – Empty Space Orchestra, You.May.Die.In.The.Desert Sunset – American Girls (Tom Petty tribute), Bandolier, Friends and Family Tractor Tavern – Earth (CD Release), Mount Eerie, Low Hums Vera Project – The Lonely Forest, The Oregon Donor, The Violins

Where will you be ending up tonight?