Monthly Archives: November 2013
Jaap Blonk (with BOLT) – You Hear Sound – School of Museum of Fine Arts, November 23
He’s a mild gentleman sharply dressed introduces himself with a series of classic sound poems his whispers peaking through the texts like mice at a grand European ball the third by Russian futurist Klebhnikov has its grand sonorities and balloon buzzes large melancholy implications help me bell ringer I’m tired as the lion gargles with salt water start ringing the bells of the spirits bell and rope are here fat eating zombie that’s the great tolling of the spirit’s bell
Zebu – Yakety-Yak – JP Drive In, November 23
It’s hard to get pictures of drummers especially when they’re singing you just get a blur as the sticks bounce off the heads in a mess of blitzed out punk arrhythmia madness of a bar band with bassist lost in a liquor cloud on a bar stool it’s kooky almost avant-garde the drummer in the crowds rattling the poles serenading the girls guitar a patchwork of broken glass surreal guitar drum dialogue it stops and starts gets folky and heavy as metal driving and racing down the alleys of the center of town a blur of circling strings and Mack truck bings on the cymbals treat me like a fool he sings crooning and screeching out of sync as the kitchen sink as the faucet drips at odd moments a rockabilly rats nest the raptors rifle through
Fat Creeps – Popsicle Syrup Sound – Video Underground, November 15
Gracie Ellen
Mariam Saleh
Fume Hood – Mescalin Dropped in Creme Soda – Video Underground, November 15
Circuit Des Yeux (Haley Fohr, Chicago) – Smokey’s Bar, November 4
She sounds like PJ Harvey veers from country Scottish psych to acid blasts very pretty she and her music with a touch of threat lugubrious tremolo in her voice almost Diamanda Galas sits cross legs like a shy girl torso stock still as she windmills the strings with her hand licks of hair in her face now swings to the left once in a while the steady searing guitar tone contrasts with the qualities of her voice
This one like Joan Baez or even Joan Armatrading a cross between the two even Odetta as when she does Guthrie’s Pastures of Plenty in my dreams I want it all for free she sings it makes sense to me and the music has logic to it while staying fluid and spontaneous
Eat the rich her t shirt says yellow with black letters even her tuning sounds good as it segues imperceptibly to song fourth and sixth intervals strummed hard and slow haunting mysterious atmospheric an eerie glow in the hall of an old English house in the winter at night sporadic breathy hoarse love calls she has humor and wild banshee furor the guitar sounds electric at times or like a great grandfather clock chiming oh yeah it’s a twelve string guitar gets mean sometimes she standing up and bending into the microphone swaying like a bitter sweeper woman
Verbal Paintball with Andy Brown – Ancient Filth, Big Pig (NYC) -JP Drive-In, November 2
These guys just plain rock with a jangly sound a hot punk beat about fifty guitars though there are only two the singer has Chinese characters on his shirt they mean I imagine demons swirl in hell like whirling dervishes and the beat shifts quick three chords juggled like fireballs the shirtless drummer rolling along like a heavy handcart just a wild party down here the crowd is stock still
Big Pig (NYC)