Bands: Soft Serve, Fuck 911, David Diarreah, William Sides Atari Party, and more
Location: The Blog Cabin (aka Tha Blogg Cabin)
Cost: FREE!
Things I missed to be there: Chances Dances at Subterranean; free cheesecake and pinup art at Art + Science; Bloodyminded, Charlie Draheim, Climax Denial, Silvum at Elastic
As the temperature starts creeping up and expatriat Chicagoans return to the city to participate in Version07, you can see the number of shows increase exponentially with each passing day. The Blog Cabin's first show of the year marks the beginning of a series of Version pre- and post- parties that should last well into May and carry us into the summer. There were nine bands scheduled to play short sets throughout the night, each and one was a side project of a side project. I think that the intention was to end the night early enough to stay on the neighbor's good side. I'm not exactly sure how successful they were. The show finished well before midnight, but by that time there had already been a visit from the police and the fire department. The fact that I was only there for about an hour and a half notwithstanding, it was one of the better house shows I've ever seen.
It's been a while since I've been to a show where a house was utilized so effectively. I got there just in time for a breakcore dance party in the attic, followed by William Sides Atari Party and his spastic glitch electro. As soon as he was done, the crowd filed down to the front of the house, where Soft Serve was playing an acoustic reunion show in the back of a parked truck. It was incredibly soothing, and the whole crowd got quiet as Eleanor Balson and Janina Bain traded back and forth on drums, a vibraphone, a tiny casio keyboard, and a pan flute, harmonizing with ethereal otherworldly nonsense vocals.
Their short set felt too short, but it was followed by David Diarreah on a four-stringed guitar in the backyard. As he played songs like "I am on the South Side" and "Punk Song in Gf Major" , a couch was dragged out from the alley and set on fire. A group of girls danced around the flames like blissed out flower children before it was extinguished with CO2 and urine. David Diarreah finished his set by leaping into what was left of the couch, just seconds before we saw the flashing lights race past the front of the house and piled inside.
Ending the night was Fuck 911. It was the second time I'd seen them and the second time I'd seen them play in a kitchen, but where their show at Nihilist was more of an electronic noise show, tonight their set was an all out tribal jam as Rand, Rotten Milk, and everyone that could fit in the room picked up pots, pans, bottles and chairs for percussion. Rand opened an umbrella and was pelted with trash that had been dumped out so that the garbage can could be used as a drum. Rotten Milk slashed his finger open with the bottle he was hitting against the wall and soon there was blood mixing with the mud on the floor, and as Rand scooped in with the umbrella to carry him off, The Bodyguard style, to get a scarf for a tourniquette, Fuck 911 consisted of everyone but the two members of the band.
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