Indian Jewelry, Lapis Lazuli

And despite what Pitchfork may say, I'm looking forward to the new Indian Jewelry album. It should be out next month on LP, but available now on CD. They excel in long and laborious drone, and expecting a band to create a completely new sound on each record is unnecessary. Let an artist bloom in the medium/genre they naturally gravitate toward.

10 Ragas to a Disco Beat

Light in the Attic Records does it again by finding and restoring an all-but-lost classic album.

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Michael Gira/Swans

In light of the recently announced re-formed Swans tour (October 4th at the Crofoot), here's an older Michael Gira performing 'She Lives' live in the Netherlands.

acid mothers temple

they could easily be the greatest band ever. played another adjectives-do-no-justice set last night at the crowfoot, with over-gain optimal death (or, appropriately, ogod for short) opening, who are all members of the la band the antarcticans, who completely slay all humanity in their own way. anyways, why are they possibly the greatest band of all time? all hyperboyle aside, they spend all their time making music as a rotating collective of creative individuals, removing any concept of their own individuality while still maintaining their own personalities and senses of humor, and can play less or more all while serving the idea of what music they are making together, completely remaining in the moment and humble. and, of course, kawabata makoto can do this.

spoon & deerhunter

they played wonderful sets last eve. 5 new songs from deerhunter, who played for around an hour & a near two hour set from spoon. 'transference' is great, a return to the weird minimalism of 'kill the moonlight.' 'got nuffin' is the latest in a series of songs by them that completely captures how i feel about life at the moment. totally looking forward to hearing the new deerhunter jamz too, now only a four piece. and if your reading this bradford, your set was absolutely fine last night, nothing noticeable to the naked eye.

blowout review: friday

spent the night at paychecks, acting as a stage manager for locognosis showcase day one. my night went as follows-

first: forget. all i know is we clouded the entirety of paychecks in fog and jamie and steve scared the living shit out of everybody in the bar. all the members of the band were stoked about it too. i'll take it as a win. btw, we totally lived up to the metro times review of us.

second: woodman. outstanding performance. the whole band is in top form and is putting on the best shows i have ever seen them do. nice blur cover too!

third: jehovah's witness protection program. jesus christ, anthony and jehan totally killed it for me. pure ferocity that lit a fire under everyone's ass. these guys are going to take over this year, and they fully deserve it.

fourth: marco polio and the new vaccines. if there was anything left standing after the first three acts, there certainly wasn't after marco polio. fuck me. no band should ever have to play after them, it just wouldn't be fair. when their album drops, everybody in this town is going to be singing their praises, rightfully so i might add.

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blowout review: thursday

first stop: jean's to see the ruggs. awesome as usual; still the soundtrack to all those inebriated sunny days i've had. special mention to their girlfriends starting up the dance party. even the little old ladies at the bar were getting into it!

second: seeing the suprise band of the blowout for me this year: isosceles mountain. total heavy drone post-rock/metal wonderfulness. the drummer busted his snare on the first hit but compensated (especially having his own set of noise making machines). can't wait to see these dudes again!

third: g of c hall for the meadowlarks. groovy kraut-folk that blossoms from beds of noise. anything any of the members of mother whale touches is gold. outstanding!

fourth: sey lui at whiskey in the jar. caught the last two songs; matt noah and alex do great work. it will sound even better when they put their brand of repetitive mathy/jazzy post-rock out onto a cd/record/mp3/wax cylinder/anything (hint hint guys! please do this soon! i wanna jam it on the home stereo soooooooo baaaaaaad!).

fifth: one mr. carjack @ paychecks bringin' the dance party. tons of on stage guests, including a certain red bearded gentleman in his disco king guise. catch carjack's other band, electric fire babies, at baker's street car on saturday @ 11:40.

sixth: a stellar performance by zoos of berlin also at paychecks. the most gentlemanly band in the city, with their wonderful bossa nova prog-pop/chamber rock. special shout out to mister who i missed, but hooked me up with a free cd (which sounds fab! hooray for detroit hip-hop!). also shout out to the motor city rocks crew, who i ran into here. they did this super sweet interview of some band i know...

seventh: back to whiskey in the jar for another surprise and new fav of the night, illy mack. a drummer/bass player (using two kick pedals to play kick and snare drums whilst playing bass and singing), and a singer/guitarist/keyboardist/sax player, with wonderfully frank and sweet pop songs. these two put all other musical multi-taskers to shame.

eighth: invincible at the g of c hall. great hip-hop with a full backing band. apparently i've slept on this one for years now, and am totally foolish for doing so. great way to end blowout night one

after: a night cap at sakana for the one year anniversary of rock lobster.

tonight: locognosis showcase @ paychecks! forget plays @ 9:40! come see the madness!

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blowout review: wednesday

totally missed f'ke blood and chapstik, caught computer perfection, and talked with a ton of people. namecheck time:

johnny ill band
terrible twos
blueflowers
mahonies
pigeon
slow giant
meadowlarks
black lodge
old empire
high speed dubbing
kommie kilpatrick
duende!
bars of gold
oscillating fan club
devilfish
marco polio
rogue satellites
wctm gold
prussia
legendary creatures

too much more to remember, but was awesome. car stalled on the way home, hopefully i will have it back in time for my band on friday. yay!

local favs, end

part 3)

i don’t remember the first time i saw mother whale. i remember missing them at one of paul macleod’s sonic lullaby festivals, and being pissed about it. i’m pretty sure i’d missed them a couple more times before finally catching them at what i believe was the first curare. i remember little about that night, but after seeing the best noise band in the state i was hard pressed to forget it. noise bands are fickle things, but function the same as any other artist: some are walking egos demanding attention (aware of it or not), some are following formulas too much, while others are too scattered or intimidated to be cohesive. mother whale was none of these things. mother whale were two perfectly complimentary personalities feeding off each other, and putting every ounce of themselves into it.

on stage is a table, with quite the array of pedals, mixers, wires, and a laptop. on one side: adam pierce, with slight muscular build, usually wearing jeans and a t shirt, who is friendly and outgoing, but carries a healthy dose of cynicism with him. the other: jesse hoffman, skinny and sharply dressed, quiet and shy, serious and sweet. on stage they would alternate between moments of contemplation, turning a knob or re-looping a sample, and then ferocious attack, like the time when adam pushed the headstock of his guitar into the floor, bending the neck, and let go, sending it flying into his amp. or when jesse was on his knees, his guitar bared before him, teeth clenched around a talk box and writhing furiously. watching them sucked you into the place their music created, be it densely layered, reserved, shrill, strange, pretty, or provocative, these were the sounds of worlds being born and worlds being razed, conjured before you by two alchemists of aural realms.

after playing in al scheurman’s short lived backing band, jesse and adam hooked up with richie wohlfeil, who provided the drums for said outfit, and began working with more traditional song structures. they stripped down their equipment, with adam on guitar and jesse playing his moog synthesizer; odd as it may seem on paper, it sounded stunning. it was like a giant pulsating, amorphous caterpillar had metamorphosized into a huge psychedelic winged butterfly, equally terrifying and gorgeous. unfortunately, at this grand turning point in their career, jesse had to step away from performing due to some personal health issues (he is doing ok, i assure you all!). for now, their future is uncertain, although adam and richie have begun playing as a two piece known as the meadowlarks, and adam still has his solo project ‘black seal.’ jesse is steadily playing his acoustic and banjo, refining his solo material, under the moniker ‘food for owls’. one can only hope they will have the opportunity to deliver on the promise and potential they were only beginning to reach, especially after having traversed so far.

epilogue:

so, not all of these bands are quite finished, but this chapter of their lives are, just as mine was when red china took a hiatus back in may. time is short, and flies fast; these things and people and what they do are all temporary. there will be a time i and you and everyone else who has ever been or will be will be gone, but the fact they existed means they will never cease to be, even if it was all part of a process of self-destruction in order for something to come next. these are three examples of what life can be for anyone, good bad and otherwise. maybe it’s a little greener on the other side of the grass, but anybody looking in on me could say the same thing. we’re just here to challenge, entertain, and inspire each other, and i hope everyone who got this far will take it all with a grain of salt and keep challenging themselves to be themselves, and never stop moving. you will never be disappointed in where you end up.

thanks for reading this far extended writing, and thanks to the far far far too many people i could list that deserve just as much credit as anybody i’ve mentioned already. you’re all an inspiration & i’m glad to have you as part of my perceived world.

local favs, continued

part 2)

another time in my wanderings about the city, i headed down to corktown to see the afore mentioned heroes and villains, who were one of 4 bands on this particular bill. i didn’t recognize the name of any of the others. when i was sitting down at a table waiting for the show to begin, who shows up but brandon moss, telling me his cousin, samantha, is playing in one of the bands, rootbear. they leave their cupcake stand (yes, they made cupcakes & i remember them being delicious) take the stage, and proceed to play some of the most ferocious, simple, sloppy, heartfelt, naive, and wise beyond their years songs i have ever heard in my life, and topped it off with a magical version of ‘brand new key.’ this was everything that pop music should be. yeah that’s hackneyed, but what isn’t in pop? it’s what moves you that counts.

rootbear at it’s core is keith bedore and sammy lewis, a wild rock and roll heart throb in the body of a mild mannered bookish english major and a quiet, shy young artist spending her free time drawing and crafting. originally on drums was one brad lyons, a friend and fellow music afficionado, who provided a ferocious beat for the band. he later moved on to his own musical pursuits (he’s also a fantastic guitar player who’s performed with forget and clicks and pops, and has his own recording project named eyes and ears), but not before playing a outstanding set at the second curare festival; quite a send off. sam took up the sticks and played with only a tom, snare, and tambourine while belting it out with her amazing voice, something along the lines of cat power with the range and delivery of dusty springfield. keith on the other hand, would stomp, jump and rip up the guitar, drawling his vocals the way a southern troubadour sings of women and booze and the trouble they bring. all that is, of course, when they weren’t howling about the minor tragedies that come with maturity. half the fun was keith and sam’s interplay; she’d snarl at him for being too crazy and loose, and he would respond with a roll of the eyes and sarcastic retort; then the awkward pause, and finally a count for the next song. for a moment, you’d wonder if they were going to break up the band right in front of you!

in the end, their differences drove them apart for good. after resurfacing in 2009 from their last split (and playing some of the best shows in their short career), they couldn’t bridge the different approaches each had to music. they played their last show at the belmont to a close group of friends, and headed off into the sunset, each taking a different direction. sam returned to crafting full time (in-between the day job of course), and keith has been schooling it up. each has dabbled around often with various musical endeavors. who knows if they’ll ever play together again? personally speaking, i’d give anything for it. until then i have their one and only cassette to sing along to at full volume.