foe the ladies, rom the ladies
frank zappa, john lennon, and the plastic ono band - don't worry kyoko
morcheeba - over and over
dengue fever - lake delores
up the punx? no, these fuckers ain't hardcore no more
the misfits - i turned into a martian
the screamers - i'm a mensch
the bomb - bring the shotgun
motherfuckin geetar
quasar wut-wut - the tramps of taro sound
gordon terry - it ain't right
gogol bordello - 60 revolutions
mf doom breaks up the drudgery of white boy hiphop
snow - drunken styles
blockhead - cents
mf doom - hoe cakes
alienating my audience? only the fuckers
wooden wand & the vanishing voice - not on
elvish presley - water troll
j+j+j - highschool? you mean inverted caste system (feat. magas)
cant's stop the weirdness cold turkey
??? - the munsters theme
the fugs - i saw the best minds of my generation rock
ween - monique the freak
rocque
tom waits - dead and lovely
kinski - fell asleep on your lawn
nellie mckay - if i needed someone
chicago punk black sandwich
articles of faith - wait
blackalicious - lotus flower
the tyrades - dance like a maniac
cool pop shit
the merry go round - missing you
bugskull - recorder
the coctails - road hog
more of the same
the fall - trust in me
the oranges - falling and laughing
harry - you have gone wrong (from The Sexual Life of Savages)
a half hour to jam
mum - awake on a train
yes - heart of the sunrise
shit i burnt this afternoon
elliot smith - a fond farewell
spires that in the sunset rise - ???
sage francis with art official intelligence - can i kick it
just that new shit
ladytron - destroy everything you touch
fiery furnaces - seven silver curses
tralala - all fired up
spaz, post-spaz, euro-spaz
olivera katarina i orkestar - "romalen": usti, usti, babo, o davulja maren (from Balkan Blues)
ruins - celledomi guazto
the gunshy - call me home
arab on radar - god is dad
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
motherfuck highway
The themed shows are really working for me at WLUW. This week's theme was electronic and weird shit. It worked pretty well but I probably tested people's patience with the 25 minute long track i started out with. meh
volcano the bear - side two
ladytron - high rise
herbert - bonnie & clyde (from I Heart Serge)
alias w/ markus acher - unseen sights
quintron - latin #
pere ubu - small was fast
(set for my dead spider)
dengue fever - one thousand tears of a tarantula
four tet - glue of the world
pendulum - tarantula
bjork - scatterheart
j+j+j - insomnia is a sleeping disorder
Mr. len, jean grae & the melon bayside high drama club - taco day
ween - boys club
that dog - we must bleed (from a small circle of friends)
flea - media blitz (from a small circle of friends)
wesley willis - rocknroll mcdonalds
mr. bungle - chemical marriage
public enemy - power to the people
syd barrett - wouldn't you miss me (dark globe)
the ex - rara rap
daedalus w/ busdriver - quiet now
the elastik band - spazz
wagon christ/jello biafra -thick stew/machine gun in the clown's hand
frank zappa - i'm the slime
winepress - all for you
public image ltd. - albatross
deerhoof - spirit ditties of no time
operation ivy - hangin out
papa m - sabotage
iggy pop - the passenger
negativland - i still haven't found what i'm lookin for
broken social scene - our faces split the coast in half
nick drake - hazey jane i
adult - in my nerves
captain beefheart and his magic band - abba zabba
diverse - certified
guided by voices - titus and strident wet nurse
the ramones - i wanna sniff some glue
the warlocks - inside outside
gza - auto bio
the typewriter - new mexico
why? - [/earworm]
vic chesnutt - look at me
volcano the bear - side two
ladytron - high rise
herbert - bonnie & clyde (from I Heart Serge)
alias w/ markus acher - unseen sights
quintron - latin #
pere ubu - small was fast
(set for my dead spider)
dengue fever - one thousand tears of a tarantula
four tet - glue of the world
pendulum - tarantula
bjork - scatterheart
j+j+j - insomnia is a sleeping disorder
Mr. len, jean grae & the melon bayside high drama club - taco day
ween - boys club
that dog - we must bleed (from a small circle of friends)
flea - media blitz (from a small circle of friends)
wesley willis - rocknroll mcdonalds
mr. bungle - chemical marriage
public enemy - power to the people
syd barrett - wouldn't you miss me (dark globe)
the ex - rara rap
daedalus w/ busdriver - quiet now
the elastik band - spazz
wagon christ/jello biafra -thick stew/machine gun in the clown's hand
frank zappa - i'm the slime
winepress - all for you
public image ltd. - albatross
deerhoof - spirit ditties of no time
operation ivy - hangin out
papa m - sabotage
iggy pop - the passenger
negativland - i still haven't found what i'm lookin for
broken social scene - our faces split the coast in half
nick drake - hazey jane i
adult - in my nerves
captain beefheart and his magic band - abba zabba
diverse - certified
guided by voices - titus and strident wet nurse
the ramones - i wanna sniff some glue
the warlocks - inside outside
gza - auto bio
the typewriter - new mexico
why? - [/earworm]
vic chesnutt - look at me
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
slip slop
i really needed this. a short 2-hour set and it kicked ass. i meant to play mostly hiphop and love songs but i fell short on the love songs. it felt better than usual sending this set into the stratosphere, Jody Foster Contact-style
doseone - the candle (w/ slug)
dengue fever - tapwater
chicks on speed - sellout
blackalicious - world of vibrations
johnny cash - oh what a dream
heiruspecs - dollar
old no. 8 - somewhere down the line
gogol bordello - mala vida
dizee rascal - girls (w/ marga man)
tub ring - fall back
talking heads - don't worry about the government
busdriver - low flying winged books
black flag - damaged II
pilotdrift - caught <-FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!!
sage francis - crumble
madlib - mystic bounce
the bad plus - rhinoceros is my profession
the bad seeds - doris
ween - freedom of 76
zion i - doin my thing
screeching weasel - johnny are you queer?
sugar & spice - come of over (from 60's Girl Groups comp)
the cows - death in the tall weeds
why? - act five
naked city - heretic 1
Lichens <--left to go to the bathroom, came back and immediately had to fade it cuz it sucked. bad job, mister rob lowe!
the ex and tom cora - dere geliyor dere <--awesome song, great recovery
sole - every single one of us
the jam - the dreams of children
the white noise - firebird
atmosphere - little man
the monks - love came tumblin down
the residents - swastikas on parade
doseone - the candle (w/ slug)
dengue fever - tapwater
chicks on speed - sellout
blackalicious - world of vibrations
johnny cash - oh what a dream
heiruspecs - dollar
old no. 8 - somewhere down the line
gogol bordello - mala vida
dizee rascal - girls (w/ marga man)
tub ring - fall back
talking heads - don't worry about the government
busdriver - low flying winged books
black flag - damaged II
pilotdrift - caught <-FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!!
sage francis - crumble
madlib - mystic bounce
the bad plus - rhinoceros is my profession
the bad seeds - doris
ween - freedom of 76
zion i - doin my thing
screeching weasel - johnny are you queer?
sugar & spice - come of over (from 60's Girl Groups comp)
the cows - death in the tall weeds
why? - act five
naked city - heretic 1
Lichens <--left to go to the bathroom, came back and immediately had to fade it cuz it sucked. bad job, mister rob lowe!
the ex and tom cora - dere geliyor dere <--awesome song, great recovery
sole - every single one of us
the jam - the dreams of children
the white noise - firebird
atmosphere - little man
the monks - love came tumblin down
the residents - swastikas on parade
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Orwellian Truthspeak
Show: Intifada, 30/30, Condenada, Cinder, Hit Me Back, Sin Orden
Where: Bridgeport basement
Cost: $6
Things I missed to be there: Lumpen party at Heaven
Reason I went: Be-all-and-end-all cure for depression
I've been depressed lately, one of those black cloud-on-my-ass, bad roommate-girlfriend-school trouble kind of things. In an attempt to self-medicate, I've upped my poison intake. It's fun to see what new, surreal color I can cough up in the morning but it's otherwise not helping, but I had a plan, and Saturday gave me an opportunity to see it to fruition. Maintain my strict regiment of cheap whiskey and expensive cigarettes, and drag my ass to a hardcore show. It was guaranteed to work.
In my opinion, the best punk comes from outside the country. It's not meant to be some elitist, namedroppy music geek thing; it's just that I love punk rock and I can't stand most punk lyrics. With the exception of a handful of clever bands and a few essential punk anthems, the lyrics are pointless. More often than not they're too preachy, too whiny, or screamed just short of unrecognizable.
That's why I like the Pilsen scene. I can't understand shit. The words could've all been crafted by Leonard Cohen but I don't have to know, and I don't have to be disappointed when they're not.
Tonight's show was in a shoddy house in Bridgeport. It was a typical hardcore crowd, all backpatches and balaclavas. There were a few studded-jacket 77 Kids, a few hawks and a few skins, but not many. Unlike the Northside, there aren't a lot of scenemakers or people looking to hit big. It just is what it is; it's a working class crow and a laid-back scene.
When I got there, 30/30 was just starting. Thrash en espanol. They're a fairly new band, built up of dudes who've been on the scene for a while. The last time I saw them, Junior from Reaccion was filling in on drums. He was a fine punk drummer but wasn't fast enough for what the band was doing. The new guy played like he had extra hands. Swave, their singer is a fucking mountain of a man. He could've taken the basement down on his own if he started swinging. The place seemed too small to support a pit, which meant the pit was fucking incredible.
Everybody was playing that game where they refrained from moving as long as they could, waiting for a catalyst, which came in the form of a short guy in a hoodie who bulldozed headfirst through the crowd room. The room exploded.
The beerspitbloodarmtopus.
The rest of the set was pretty hard, but it didn't hold many surprises (except for the Cubs hat on the bass player - what the fuck was up with that?). I understood maybe two words, barrio and policia, which I used to make my own song, "Policeman in the barrio."
Holeeee SHIT!
That's Mariam. If you go to a lot of shows, you've probably heard her, high pitched and completely at random. She used to be in Human Order and now plays in Condenada and my heart goes aflutter whenever she walks by.
Condenada is one of the best bands in the city. It's definitely the best girl-band. It's four women who play really fast thrash with vocals in English and Spanish. I almost like them as much for what they aren't as for what they are. They're not the Manhandlers, they don't coordinate their otfits, they don't cute it up, they just fucking rock.
As good as 30/30's frummer was, Trish blew him out of the water. Someone busted a pipe on the last song, and the half of the room that could see it froze, waiting to see if steam or refuse would start shooting out through the cracks. It didn't, and they finished the song.
I'd never heard Cinder before, but they should've headlined. They're a skatepunk band from Spain and their set had a fair amount of pogo and thrash thrown in. I bought the 7" split they did with Hit Me Back, the band they were touring with from California (I think). I couldn't tell if it was that I'd just seen three thrash bands in a row or that I subconsciously discriminate against everyone from California, or if they really just weren't as good as the bands that preceded them, but I didn't dig it.
Fat on punk and poison, I left to try and test my luck and ease my pain with a party far too far away. I'm a little down about the bands I missed, Intifada and Sin Orden, the youngest and oldest bands at the show. Intifada opened the show and they're some yound angry dudes, which is, of course what it's all about. Sin Orden have been around for years, but just re-formed this year after a long hiatus and blew me away. They're older and a bit more willing to experiment with things time signatures, slower songs, and hiphop.
The party was too far away. I fell off a deck, and pissed some people off but I managed to kill off a night's worth of memories and buy a new record, so I guess it was worth it.
Double-pluss good.
Where: Bridgeport basement
Cost: $6
Things I missed to be there: Lumpen party at Heaven
Reason I went: Be-all-and-end-all cure for depression
I've been depressed lately, one of those black cloud-on-my-ass, bad roommate-girlfriend-school trouble kind of things. In an attempt to self-medicate, I've upped my poison intake. It's fun to see what new, surreal color I can cough up in the morning but it's otherwise not helping, but I had a plan, and Saturday gave me an opportunity to see it to fruition. Maintain my strict regiment of cheap whiskey and expensive cigarettes, and drag my ass to a hardcore show. It was guaranteed to work.
In my opinion, the best punk comes from outside the country. It's not meant to be some elitist, namedroppy music geek thing; it's just that I love punk rock and I can't stand most punk lyrics. With the exception of a handful of clever bands and a few essential punk anthems, the lyrics are pointless. More often than not they're too preachy, too whiny, or screamed just short of unrecognizable.
That's why I like the Pilsen scene. I can't understand shit. The words could've all been crafted by Leonard Cohen but I don't have to know, and I don't have to be disappointed when they're not.
Tonight's show was in a shoddy house in Bridgeport. It was a typical hardcore crowd, all backpatches and balaclavas. There were a few studded-jacket 77 Kids, a few hawks and a few skins, but not many. Unlike the Northside, there aren't a lot of scenemakers or people looking to hit big. It just is what it is; it's a working class crow and a laid-back scene.
When I got there, 30/30 was just starting. Thrash en espanol. They're a fairly new band, built up of dudes who've been on the scene for a while. The last time I saw them, Junior from Reaccion was filling in on drums. He was a fine punk drummer but wasn't fast enough for what the band was doing. The new guy played like he had extra hands. Swave, their singer is a fucking mountain of a man. He could've taken the basement down on his own if he started swinging. The place seemed too small to support a pit, which meant the pit was fucking incredible.
Everybody was playing that game where they refrained from moving as long as they could, waiting for a catalyst, which came in the form of a short guy in a hoodie who bulldozed headfirst through the crowd room. The room exploded.
The beerspitbloodarmtopus.
The rest of the set was pretty hard, but it didn't hold many surprises (except for the Cubs hat on the bass player - what the fuck was up with that?). I understood maybe two words, barrio and policia, which I used to make my own song, "Policeman in the barrio."
Holeeee SHIT!
That's Mariam. If you go to a lot of shows, you've probably heard her, high pitched and completely at random. She used to be in Human Order and now plays in Condenada and my heart goes aflutter whenever she walks by.
Condenada is one of the best bands in the city. It's definitely the best girl-band. It's four women who play really fast thrash with vocals in English and Spanish. I almost like them as much for what they aren't as for what they are. They're not the Manhandlers, they don't coordinate their otfits, they don't cute it up, they just fucking rock.
As good as 30/30's frummer was, Trish blew him out of the water. Someone busted a pipe on the last song, and the half of the room that could see it froze, waiting to see if steam or refuse would start shooting out through the cracks. It didn't, and they finished the song.
I'd never heard Cinder before, but they should've headlined. They're a skatepunk band from Spain and their set had a fair amount of pogo and thrash thrown in. I bought the 7" split they did with Hit Me Back, the band they were touring with from California (I think). I couldn't tell if it was that I'd just seen three thrash bands in a row or that I subconsciously discriminate against everyone from California, or if they really just weren't as good as the bands that preceded them, but I didn't dig it.
Fat on punk and poison, I left to try and test my luck and ease my pain with a party far too far away. I'm a little down about the bands I missed, Intifada and Sin Orden, the youngest and oldest bands at the show. Intifada opened the show and they're some yound angry dudes, which is, of course what it's all about. Sin Orden have been around for years, but just re-formed this year after a long hiatus and blew me away. They're older and a bit more willing to experiment with things time signatures, slower songs, and hiphop.
The party was too far away. I fell off a deck, and pissed some people off but I managed to kill off a night's worth of memories and buy a new record, so I guess it was worth it.
Double-pluss good.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
help!
I'm trying to drink as much soda I can and write a paper at the same time. The show is suffering. I feel like I'm creating bad karma. I apologize, 2 - 6 am listeners. You will be avenged.
tom waits - dead and lovely
brzowski - live at the lesson
clap your hands say yeah - the skin of my yellow country teeth
the bomb - the western world (this is a shitty song)
l'amico di martucci - invierno y verano
guitar wolf - rock de kerose
pivot foots - coffin nail symphon # 1
fellini - teu ingles
kukl - a mutual thrill
delia gonzalez & gavin russom - black spring
jane's addiction - so what
Dr. Dog - easy beat
new duncan imperials - mystery date
atmosphere - say hey there
kraftwerk - die mensch-maschine
the walkie talkies - son of sam
claire lynch - children of abraham
the monks - monk time
snooks eaglin - one scotch, one bourbon, one beer
broken spindles - burn my body
NEU! - Super 78
Klaus Nomi - Wasting My Time
At the Drive-In - Napoleon Solo
Mutantes - Oh! Muhner Infiel
The Stranglers - Outside Tokyo
The Mohawks - Beat Me Til I'm Blue
Captain Beefheart - Moonlight on Vermont
Tortoise - Stretch (You're All Right)
Deerhoof - Rrrrright
Veronica Lipgloss and the Evil Eyes - Benny's Nightmare
the Joggers - Era Prison
Brazilian Girls - Lazy Lover EP trk 2
Dead Kennedys - California Uber Alles
Japancakes - Westworld
Matt Pond PA - Halloween
Phantom Cowboys - Voodoo Bunnies
Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead
Konono no. 1 - Mama Liza
Snapcase - Make Us Blind
Echo & the Bunnymen - Stormy Weather
The Ex - Keep on Hoppin
The Nerve Speech - God is Alive
The Creatures - Slipping Away
Why? - Act Five (I will keep playing this song until the station moves it out of my sight)
Tom Waits - Shake It
OOIOO - emeraldragonfly (fuck up ejection)/I'm a Song
Roxy Music - The Bogus Man
tom waits - dead and lovely
brzowski - live at the lesson
clap your hands say yeah - the skin of my yellow country teeth
the bomb - the western world (this is a shitty song)
l'amico di martucci - invierno y verano
guitar wolf - rock de kerose
pivot foots - coffin nail symphon # 1
fellini - teu ingles
kukl - a mutual thrill
delia gonzalez & gavin russom - black spring
jane's addiction - so what
Dr. Dog - easy beat
new duncan imperials - mystery date
atmosphere - say hey there
kraftwerk - die mensch-maschine
the walkie talkies - son of sam
claire lynch - children of abraham
the monks - monk time
snooks eaglin - one scotch, one bourbon, one beer
broken spindles - burn my body
NEU! - Super 78
Klaus Nomi - Wasting My Time
At the Drive-In - Napoleon Solo
Mutantes - Oh! Muhner Infiel
The Stranglers - Outside Tokyo
The Mohawks - Beat Me Til I'm Blue
Captain Beefheart - Moonlight on Vermont
Tortoise - Stretch (You're All Right)
Deerhoof - Rrrrright
Veronica Lipgloss and the Evil Eyes - Benny's Nightmare
the Joggers - Era Prison
Brazilian Girls - Lazy Lover EP trk 2
Dead Kennedys - California Uber Alles
Japancakes - Westworld
Matt Pond PA - Halloween
Phantom Cowboys - Voodoo Bunnies
Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead
Konono no. 1 - Mama Liza
Snapcase - Make Us Blind
Echo & the Bunnymen - Stormy Weather
The Ex - Keep on Hoppin
The Nerve Speech - God is Alive
The Creatures - Slipping Away
Why? - Act Five (I will keep playing this song until the station moves it out of my sight)
Tom Waits - Shake It
OOIOO - emeraldragonfly (fuck up ejection)/I'm a Song
Roxy Music - The Bogus Man
cock crazed and face glazed
Show: Gays in the Military, Panicsville, Bloodyminded, Vertonen, Sixes, and 16 bitch Pil Up
Venue: the Empty Bottle
Placess I'd otherwise be: Delilah's with old roommates, Carol's with Brandon
Reason I went: hadn't seen a show in a few days
Price: beer
"This goes out to our quickly diminishing Northside fans" - Bloodyminded
When puks don't die young like they're supposed to, they have three options:
1. become noise enthusiasts
2. become country enthusiasts
3. grow old and sell out
Tonight at the noise show, I saw a lot of faces I don't see sweating it out in basements anymore. One of the fun things about noise, that also applies to performance art, orgies and really good raves, is that you'll see them portrayed in movies and tv shows and it's always taken to such an absurd degee that you go "Oh cmon!". Over and over again, when I see someone slapping themselves with raw meat or a mountain of coke at some casual party, I'll turn my nose up, thinking they're just laying it on way too damn thick. Then I'll go out and see it. I don't know if it's art imitating life or life imitating art or trash imitating trash or what, but the Empty Bottle was a fun place to be tonight.
The first band was Gays in the Military, who erred on the side of trying too hard, but put on an immensely fun show. They looked like a fagged-out version of every film I've ever seen about Vietnam. There were army helmets, cutoff shorts, tie-dyed bandanas and camouflage butterfly wings. They had a handful of dancers including two women in plaid skirts and roller skates, one in a rubber, sexy police officver costume, and one wrapped in nothing but fringe, who flopped around like a caught fish (after the set, she changed into a tasteful cocktail dress).
So you had your screaming, you had your sonic guitars, your synth freakout, your tits and your Velcro Lewis guest vocals, it's the Empty Bottle so nobody's venturing a few feet forward to join the dancers; the show still needs something, so out comes the Porn Fairy, a bikini clad vixen in a plastic Peter Pan mask with a sack full of smut. I guess I wasn't naughty or nice enough for the good shit, 'cause while other people are gettin 'Young Live Girls', 'The Women of Starbucks' and some straight up DVDA shit, I get "Scorched" a straight-to-video heist flick starring Alicia Silverstone and John Cleese. Maybe she'll show her tits. It is Rosh Hashana, after all.
By the end of the set, one of the rollergirls was flashing one of the biggest pairs of tits I'd ever seen while the hot-cop beat them with a plastic nightstick, the Porn Fairy was riding the girl in the netting like a mule and the dancer with the bad wig had unleashed a dozen light-up bouncy-balls in full seizure-inducing splendor. The band was doing some cool shit too but by this point, it was just background. See them.
When Panicsville pulled out a table with a couple of children's toys, an old fashioned alarm clock, and literally dozens of pedals with hundreds of cords snaking around them, I just about came. I cannot believe hat in twelve years of Panicsville and nine years of going to shows I've never seen them. From what I've heard, this was one of their tamer sets.
The set (a full set consisting of maybe three songs) had was real percussive. At one point, Andy Ortmann was shaking a miked saucepan full of gravel and it sounded like an earthquake, an avalanche, just the fucking end of the world. Good stuff. Go see them.
The third band was Bloodyminded. I saw them play at Enemy a month or two ago but they weren't my thing. Everything they did seemed boring and cliched. The singer talked longer than the duration of the songs which themselves were only distinguishable by length. It seemed like typical wall of noise shit. I was surprised it took more than one person, but the crowd went completely apeshit over it, so I probably just don't get it.
"Give ush zee money Lebowshki!" This came courtesy of their biggest fan/drunken heckler. I don't like to get hung up on how bands look, but these guys really did look like Nihilists/German industrial band from "the Big Lebowski," all black and black-leather. The singer, lean and bald with a couple earrings and maybe a hint of eyeliner looked like every picture of every neo-Nazi I'd ever been shown as a child. Not that he was, that's just what I got from it. There nothing even wrong with looking like a Nazi. He just seemed so movie-perfectly so. See this band, and tell me what I'm missing.
"That was Bloodyminded, and next up is Yo La Tengo." Thank you drunken heckler. You rock.
Next up were the Sixes, Vertonen, and 16 Bitch Pile-Up. Unfortunately, I had to leave a hair before midnight to make it to the radio show and missed them all. Hopefully, I'jll get to see them next time. Good night, and l'shana tova.
Venue: the Empty Bottle
Placess I'd otherwise be: Delilah's with old roommates, Carol's with Brandon
Reason I went: hadn't seen a show in a few days
Price: beer
"This goes out to our quickly diminishing Northside fans" - Bloodyminded
When puks don't die young like they're supposed to, they have three options:
1. become noise enthusiasts
2. become country enthusiasts
3. grow old and sell out
Tonight at the noise show, I saw a lot of faces I don't see sweating it out in basements anymore. One of the fun things about noise, that also applies to performance art, orgies and really good raves, is that you'll see them portrayed in movies and tv shows and it's always taken to such an absurd degee that you go "Oh cmon!". Over and over again, when I see someone slapping themselves with raw meat or a mountain of coke at some casual party, I'll turn my nose up, thinking they're just laying it on way too damn thick. Then I'll go out and see it. I don't know if it's art imitating life or life imitating art or trash imitating trash or what, but the Empty Bottle was a fun place to be tonight.
The first band was Gays in the Military, who erred on the side of trying too hard, but put on an immensely fun show. They looked like a fagged-out version of every film I've ever seen about Vietnam. There were army helmets, cutoff shorts, tie-dyed bandanas and camouflage butterfly wings. They had a handful of dancers including two women in plaid skirts and roller skates, one in a rubber, sexy police officver costume, and one wrapped in nothing but fringe, who flopped around like a caught fish (after the set, she changed into a tasteful cocktail dress).
So you had your screaming, you had your sonic guitars, your synth freakout, your tits and your Velcro Lewis guest vocals, it's the Empty Bottle so nobody's venturing a few feet forward to join the dancers; the show still needs something, so out comes the Porn Fairy, a bikini clad vixen in a plastic Peter Pan mask with a sack full of smut. I guess I wasn't naughty or nice enough for the good shit, 'cause while other people are gettin 'Young Live Girls', 'The Women of Starbucks' and some straight up DVDA shit, I get "Scorched" a straight-to-video heist flick starring Alicia Silverstone and John Cleese. Maybe she'll show her tits. It is Rosh Hashana, after all.
By the end of the set, one of the rollergirls was flashing one of the biggest pairs of tits I'd ever seen while the hot-cop beat them with a plastic nightstick, the Porn Fairy was riding the girl in the netting like a mule and the dancer with the bad wig had unleashed a dozen light-up bouncy-balls in full seizure-inducing splendor. The band was doing some cool shit too but by this point, it was just background. See them.
When Panicsville pulled out a table with a couple of children's toys, an old fashioned alarm clock, and literally dozens of pedals with hundreds of cords snaking around them, I just about came. I cannot believe hat in twelve years of Panicsville and nine years of going to shows I've never seen them. From what I've heard, this was one of their tamer sets.
The set (a full set consisting of maybe three songs) had was real percussive. At one point, Andy Ortmann was shaking a miked saucepan full of gravel and it sounded like an earthquake, an avalanche, just the fucking end of the world. Good stuff. Go see them.
The third band was Bloodyminded. I saw them play at Enemy a month or two ago but they weren't my thing. Everything they did seemed boring and cliched. The singer talked longer than the duration of the songs which themselves were only distinguishable by length. It seemed like typical wall of noise shit. I was surprised it took more than one person, but the crowd went completely apeshit over it, so I probably just don't get it.
"Give ush zee money Lebowshki!" This came courtesy of their biggest fan/drunken heckler. I don't like to get hung up on how bands look, but these guys really did look like Nihilists/German industrial band from "the Big Lebowski," all black and black-leather. The singer, lean and bald with a couple earrings and maybe a hint of eyeliner looked like every picture of every neo-Nazi I'd ever been shown as a child. Not that he was, that's just what I got from it. There nothing even wrong with looking like a Nazi. He just seemed so movie-perfectly so. See this band, and tell me what I'm missing.
"That was Bloodyminded, and next up is Yo La Tengo." Thank you drunken heckler. You rock.
Next up were the Sixes, Vertonen, and 16 Bitch Pile-Up. Unfortunately, I had to leave a hair before midnight to make it to the radio show and missed them all. Hopefully, I'jll get to see them next time. Good night, and l'shana tova.
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