Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Raise Me Up


The electronic producer-artist brings to mind a reclusive, bedroom-dwelling soul, who is more at home twiddling knobs, unseen, then actively preening at his or her audience. Live sets often do little to diminish this persona. When you go to a dance to a lone DJ, you'll generally see said DJ bent over, intent on a laptop or turntable, with hardly any crowd interaction. Two recent projects have found one method of breaking through this mold: bring friends.



Hercules and Love Affair

Hercules and Love Affair is the brainchild of Andrew Butler, featuring a variety of guest vocalists. The marquee name is Antony Hegarty, of Antony and the Johnsons, at first an unlikely associate of the dancefloor. Antony is better known as a tortured soul who sings fragile, intricate songs - passionate but hardly workouts. That changes with "Blind," a sublime marriage of dynamic production and Antony's quaver. But that's only the start of collaborations, with lesser known Nomi and Kim Ann Foxman also contributing. Perhaps their self-titled album is overrated, but it definitely deserves to be heard.

MP3: Hercules and Love Affair - Blind
MP3: Hercules and Love Affair - Iris
MySpace: Hercules and Love Affair
Official Site: Hercules and Love Affair


Neon Neon

Boom Bip has always been an unpredictable. From the heartbreaking restraint of "The Matter of Our Discussion," with Nina Nastasia on vocals, to more straight-forward hip hop, the California producer is difficult to pin down. His partnership with the more gregarious Gruff Rhys of Super Furry Animals, dubbed Neon Neon, condenses his adventurism, but doesn't quite tame it. There's a swagger to their debut, Stainless Style, and a number of strong, soulful pop songs. First single "Racquel" builds surely into a strong groove, while "I Lust U" partners Rhys with singer Cate Le Bon and robotic beats. The whole album doesn't hold up quite as well, but there are plenty of highlights.

MP3: Neon Neon - Racquel
MP3: Neon Neon - I Lust U
MySpace: Neon Neon

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

For Your Consideration: Enraged and Underage


This semi-rant appears in the newly launched NYU Local.

Your favorite band is in town. If the promoters are doing their jobs, you’ll know a couple months before the show. You’ve got two courses of action: stomach the surcharge and punch in your ticket purchase online or take a walk of variable length to the relevant box office. But wait – what’s this? The show is 21+!

There’s nothing quite like the feeling of knowing an artist is playing in town, but that you can’t get in. Depending on your tastes, this scenario may occur infrequently. The Bowery Presents empire is relatively forgiving when it comes to age restrictions. If you can vote, you can probably enter one of their venues. But if you decide to take the scenic route and purchase a ticket at their Manhattan box office, don’t expect to be able to enter after 7 p.m.

That locale, the Mercury Lounge, is one of the more hallowed sites of the Lower East Side, with a huge stage and intensely intimate set up. It’s also clearly a bar, squeezed against the corridor before that big stage. Perhaps the venue wants to lower liability costs – there’s apparently a greater insurance price tag when minors are allowed inside. And ultimately, it comes down to economics: one underage patron is one less customer for an overpriced drink.

Similarly, the typical ticket to a dance-oriented venue like Studio B or Hiro Ballroom is around $10. This light asking price comes with the assumption that the majority of the crowd will stop by the bar. In some cases, drinks will even be free for a couple hours, to increase turnout. Sometimes, there won’t be a cover at the door and there will be a drink deal. It almost seems that it’s not about the music, but rather the booze.

That isn’t the case. The DJ set is inherently different from the ordered setlist of your typical hard-working band, and it won’t appeal to everyone. But it has just as much musical merit. Excellent artists – Gui Boratto, Ellen Allien, Trentemøller, Lindstrøm – have played recently or will be playing soon in New York City. But what is quite possibly their only stateside appearance for the entire year will be blocked off to anyone without the proper ID, fake or otherwise.

But what’s really illogical is when a venue that is normally 18+ will have a 21+ show “just because.” Autechre, a British electronic duo, will play a show on April 15 at the Music Hall of Williamsburg, another Bowery Presents venue. The show was originally 21+, to my dismay, but was changed to 18+, selling out quickly thereafter. What was the point of having it as 21+ in the first place? It’s not as if a venue closes down the bar when they host a show that isn’t 21+, so what’s the point of keeping age restrictions at all?

I would love to see a statement from the venues explaining the logic of 21+. Surely if controlling alcohol access at an “all ages” venue as massive as Terminal 5 can be done, a much smaller venue can do the same.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Interlude: After Dark


This review appears in Wireless Bollinger.

The neon lights on the Webster Hall marquee were inexplicably turned off. Perhaps the weather had something to do with it: it was dark and dank, with rain lashing down. But whatever the reason, it provided the ideal space for an evening of condensed darkness.


Great Northern

Los Angeles quartet Great Northern opened on a stage flooded with crimson light. Their dream pop-inflected songs landed heavily in the dramatic lighting, but the band’s dual vocals carried their melodies upward. Keyboardist Rachel Stolte shared singing duties with guitarist Solon Bixler, their voices rough, but melodic. The set began with slow, cyclical inevitability, gaining velocity as the band progressed through each song. ‘Home’ was the apex, as the band pierced the instrumental drone with an anthemic chorus and guitar pyrotechnics. But naturally, such heights couldn’t be sustained indefinitely, and the group descended in the latter part of their set, settling into a languid, but comforting, groove.


MP3: Great Northern - Home
MySpace: Great Northern
Official Site: Great Northern



Great Northern

The mood only deepened when the Gutter Twins assumed the stage (following an intermission that included a bass-heavy playing of the Knife’s "Heartbeats"). Although there was a sizeable backing band, all eyes were on the duo of Greg Dulli and Mark Lanegan. They were a study of contrasts. The ebullient, if no-nonsense, Dulli greeted the crowd theatrically, while Lanegan gripped his microphone stand stoically, speaking only once to introduce his partner. But musically, both were on the same wavelength, recreating their recently released album, Saturnalia, in all its morose glory. "Idle Hands" was a raucous highlight, and surprisingly melodic, despite the guitar assault.


But with such deep back catalogues – Dulli with the Afghan Whigs and the Twlight Singers, Lanegan with Screaming Trees – they didn’t just content themselves with album material. The two borrowed from nocturnal masters Massive Attack, covering "Live with Me," its heartbreak substituted for something more mournful. Dulli would later trade his guitar for a keyboard, singing Jose Gonzalez’s "Down the Line," a vastly different construct from the Swedish string-plucker’s original creation. The most immediate change was speed, and Dulli urged the crowd to clap along to the frantic beat. And lyrics were seldom more appropriate: “Don’t let the darkness eat you up!”


In ways, it was a throwback to the duo’s heyday. With complete disregard for New York City smoking laws, the band – with the exception of Lanegan – puffed away onstage, tossing exhausted butts onto the stage floor. More often than not, a spark played between Dulli’s fingers, even as he strummed. The encore break was also somewhat old school, as Dulli returned onstage alone. He reminisced about when crowds weren’t automatically given an encore, and with some effort managed to get the audience to a respectable level of noise.


Ultimately, it was a show with few surprises. Even for the newcomer, Dulli and Lanegan have established personas that become apparent quickly. However, their longevity is a testament to their continued creativity, and there’s something to be said for familiarity.


Here's a set of covers they did, dating way back November 9th, 2005. It was recorded at Villaggio Globale in Rome. Check out music is art for some more songs and enjoy!

1. Front Street
2. I'm On My Way (Mahalia Jackson)
3. Dollar Bill (Screaming Trees)
4. Strange Fruit (Billie Holliday)
5. What Jail Is Like (The Afghan Whigs)
6. Papillon (The Twilight Singers)
7. Autopilot (Queens of the Stone Age)
8. Where Did You Sleep Last Night (Leadbelly)

Entire Set: Mediafire
MySpace: The Gutter Twins
Official Site: The Gutter Twins

Friday, April 04, 2008

Live For Tomorrow: Moby's Last Night


This review appears in Washington Square News.

Moby describes his seventh album, Last Night, as an effort to condense an eight hour night in New York City into 65 minutes. And like any eventful club-hop, the record has its ups and downs as well as moments of unpredictability, as evidenced by its juggling of various dance-oriented genres, including hip-hop and disco.

Although Moby uses a variety of guest vocalists, from rappers to divas, he follows a consistent template by looping vocals and adding instrumentation. These practices give the majority of his album a repetitive feel, but the production is interesting enough to keep things fresh - for the first part of the album, at least.

Opener "Ooh Yeah" begins with a voice repeating the track's title thrown into the mix but later features a hook that makes it resemble a contemporary pop song. "I Love To Move In Here" is even more compelling, with string samples, rapping, turntable slices and soulful singing.

Unfortunately, the last third of the album drops into ambience, perhaps a conceptual reference to the calm at the end of the night. But there just isn't enough that grabs the listener, particularly compared to the livelier first half. Undoubtedly, Last Night can never equal Moby's watershed moment, Play, an album that sold nine million copies. But there's still plenty of material here to appeal to those fans.

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MP3: Moby - I Love To Move In Here
MP3: Moby - Disco Lies
MySpace: Moby
Official Site: Moby

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Interlude: Feb.


This concert review (finally) appears in this week's Wireless Bollinger.

The Bowery Ballroom is a haven for bands that fall somewhere above the cramped dives of obscurity, but haven’t quite acquired a massive sea of fans. The venue stands at an unassuming corner, with no jutting marquee to mark its location. Humility aside, it’s still one of the best places to see a concert, a mainstay in a city that overflows with options. On the last day of February – courtesy of a leap year – a crowd packed the venue to see St. Vincent, but first a taste of another Bowery asset: fresh-faced openers.


Basia Bulat

Basia Bulat’s acoustic guitar was deceiving. While it created a gentler pattern to her set compared to the jaggedness of an electric counterpart, her accompaniment boosted her songs past quiet folk. The addition of violin and ukele created a sound that was lush, but not overwhelming. Two female singers accompanied Bulat’s appealingly vocals, with each airy layer adding energy rather than weight. A cover of Daniel Johnston’s "True Love Will Find You in the End" supplemented Bulat’s original material, but as with the rest of the set, she made it her own.


MP3: Basia Bulat - In The Night
MySpace: Basia Bulat
Official Site: Basia Bulat



Foreign Born

On a night that centered on a strong female lead, Foreign Born was somewhat out of place. The Los Angeles quartet strives for guitar anthems, but didn’t quite capture the crowd’s affection. As one audience member put it bluntly after the set, “They all sounded the same.” The band can’t really be blamed for a template that’s used by virtually all of indie rock. But even inviting members of St. Vincent onstage during the finale didn’t dramatically improve things, quite possibly because the key ingredient, Annie Clark, was absent.


MP3: Foreign Born - Union Hall
Blog: Foreign Born
MySpace: Foreign Born



St. Vincent

When Clark finally did come onstage, the spotlight found a permanent target. She was joined onstage by a drummer and two multi-instrumentalists, who contributed to a diverse sound. However, it’s no mistake that the band has a singular name, as Clark’s presence dominated. She wielded a guitar with surprising force, turning Marry Me’s cryptic love songs into wrecking balls. It wasn’t quite shredding, but it was close.


Clark’s vocals represented a unique solution to a common problem. It wasn’t possible to replicate every nuance of the album – backup vocal was an obvious element that was prerecorded. But to compensate, she alternated between two microphones, a normal one and a retro-looking one that distorted her vocals, creating the perfect effect for some of her more sinister lyrical sentiments.


As far as banter, Clark was charmingly off-kilter. She spoke with complete sincerity about their tour van, which “ran on dreams,” and later described witnessing taxidermy in action. The most interesting specimen was of a pony, she said, which lead to her solo cover of the Beatles’ "Dig a Pony." Even without her band mates, she offered both gorgeous singing and jaw-dropping guitar-work.


Ultimately, it was the effortless blend of sweet melodies and authoritative rocking out that made the performance so impressive. There are many artists who are good at one or the other, but St. Vincent brings together the best of both worlds. Marry Me is already an impressive work in studio form, but when played live, the songs truly shine.


Here's St. Vincent live in the band's native Texas. The set was recorded at Fort Worth on October 19th, 2007. Enjoy!

1. Intro
2. Human Racing
3. Marry Me
4. Bang Bang
5. Paris Is Burning
6. (Tech Issues)
7. Dig A Pony (Beatles Cover)
8. (Tech Issues)
9. Jesus Saves, I Spend
10. What, Me Worry
11. I've Been Out Walking (Jackson Browne Cover)
12. Your Lips Are Red
13. Now, Now

Entire Set: Mediafire
MySpace: St. Vincent
Official Site: St. Vincent

Monday, March 31, 2008

Interlude: The Kids Don't Stand A Chance


A week ago, I went relatively unprepared to the Bowery Ballroom. With endless event listings at one's fingertips these days, there's usually a mental buildup to each gig. As a result, some shows can exceed expectations, while others falter because they don't conform to what's expected. Although I knew the night's opener via CMJ, the two bands that closed were relatively unknown to me. I streamed a few songs from Sons and Daughters and enjoyed them, and with little else going on, I took the familiar 6 Train downtown.



The Brunettes

It was really nice to see the Brunettes back in town again. The New Zealand four-piece was a delight at Soundfix in October, but seeing them in a more traditional venue allowed for more of a visceral experience. The delicate strings and chimes were still present, but a muscular bassline gave the band's quirky pop songs a bit more prominence. The first half of their set contained mostly songs from Structures and Cosmetics, their most recent effort, but things got somewhat unfamiliar towards the end. As the one band I had some experience with that night, it didn't disappoint.


MP3: The Brunettes - Small Town Crew
MySpace: The Brunettes
Official Site: The Brunettes



Bodies of Water

The most striking thing about Bodies of Water was their lack of a lead singer. All four members of the band sang in equal amounts and sounded great. Their songs weren't entirely straightforward, and the choral setup made things a little hazy as far as meaning. But as a prime appreciator of melody first and lyrics second, there was a lot of upside for me here. This was definitely far removed from your run-of-the-mill indie rock, and I think we all appreciated the change in pace.


MP3: Bodies of Water - These Are the Eyes
MP3: Bodies of Water - Doves Circled the Sky
MP3: Bodies of Water - I Guess I'll Forget the Sound, I Guess, I Guess
MP3: Bodies of Water - We Are Co-Existors
MySpace: Bodies of Water
Official Site: Bodies of Water



Sons and Daughters

I've always had a soft spot for Scotland. From the lush orchestration of the Delgados to the heart-on-sleeve Camera Obscura, there's no shortage of appealing bands from the region. But Sons and Daughters don't fit the sweet, shy Scottish template. The quartet come out with instruments blazing, and singer Adele Bethel's outfit was most definitely not twee. At first, it was exhilarating, exactly what I came there for. But it didn't really last.


While Sons and Daughters have plenty of explosiveness, they really lacked variety. Granted, it could be my general inexperience with the band, but there weren't any particularly songs that really grabbed me. For all the energy on stage, they seemed stuck in one gear. I suppose I am somewhat jaded to anything that's not intimately familiar or really different from the norm these days. But you're encouraged to decide on a band for yourself; I'm just here to make that experience as convenient as possible. And I will take my own advice and give their album(s) a thorough digestion before coming to a final conclusion. As with all things in life, this isn't over yet.


MP3: Sons and Daughters - Dance Me In (Click-through)
MP3: Sons and Daughters - Johnny Cash (Click-through)
MySpace: Sons and Daughters
Official Site: Sons and Daughters

Saturday, March 29, 2008

The Worst Taste In Music


Ah, shoegaze. Back when I did my first in-person interview (which became a feature that's still one of my favorites), I brought up the oft-maligned genre. I figured Mahogany, the band in question, would take their genre in stride, and maybe offer up some good recommendations. Instead, they completely rejected the idea that the category was still around. I can't agree with that, but I recall that they listed off a few bands that, as they put it, would be shoegaze if the thing still existed. Whether or not it does (I think it does), the Radio Dept. was one of those bands, and it's taken me over a year to get to them.

It's really pretty, of course, but less in the breathless feedback vein and more in the subdued, melancholy Swedish pop way. There's gotta be a little tongue in cheek here as well, unless, I guess, "he" really does have the worst taste in music. If you like it, check out their synthy 2006 album Pet Grief, and probably their better reviewed 2003 album Lesser Matters. Major kudos to Swerve and Swirl over at WNYU for the tipping me off on this song, and for keeping the dream (pop) alive.

MP3: The Radio Dept. - The Worst Taste In Music
MySpace: The Radio Dept.
Official Site: The Radio Dept.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Interview: Caribou


This feature appears in today's Washington Square News.

Dan Snaith, the musical brainchild behind Caribou, may have a Ph.D. in mathematics, but do not mistake him for a number cruncher.

"There's no mathematics or formulae or systems," Snaith said. "It's very much aesthetics."

Hailing from Dundas, Ontario, Snaith has put out albums under his Caribou moniker since 2004 and is keeping his musical output steady with the recent release Andorra. Caribou has toured as a traditional band since 2003's Up in Flames, an album recorded under the name Manitoba.

Snaith's previous projects confirmed him as a virtuoso electronic composer, featuring a style with heavy reliance on loops and samples. But his latest album embraces a more organic sound. All of the instruments were recorded live, except for a few occasional string and harp samples. The end result is far more song-oriented than his more experimental back catalogue. Snaith's singing pushes each track toward a solid pop structure, exploring the popular theme of romance as the record spins.

"I wanted the album to be a bunch of love songs," he said, "but they're not autobiographical."

Snaith has not entirely adopted a lyrical approach to penning songs. He said that while recording "Andorra," he first created the chord sequences and focused on melody before turning his attention to writing lyrics.

The critics have labeled the result as shoegaze, a genre that combines washed-out guitar fuzz with incomprehensible vocals. But Snaith does not entirely agree with the claim. He said many of the bands associated with the movement are not very melodic; he has instead christened his Caribou project as something between shoegaze and 1960s pop.

Although Snaith creates albums alone (a process he described as "hermetic"), he is joined by Ryan Smith on guitar, Andy Lloyd on bass and Brad Weber on drums when performing live. Lloyd also shares vocal duties with Snaith, creating the layered vocal effect that is endemic to Caribou's style.

Snaith is a versatile frontman, playing a variety of instruments. Since he is an accomplished percussionist, the band will often use two drum kits to replicate studio effects. In order to make the transition from the studio to the stage, the band spends a significant amount of time grooming their songs and honing their chops.

"We spend a month rehearsing before we go on tour, breaking down the songs," Snaith said.

The band now plays over a hundred shows a year, including recent stops in Moscow, Istanbul and Prague. These shows vary dramatically in size, from small club shows to "playing to 10,000 people in Portugal" during a music festival.

There is also a strong visual element to the shows, which feature video projections courtesy of Irish animation company Delicious 9.

Although the transition from bedroom producer to frontman is a drastic change, Snaith has gracefully adapted to being a more public figure. He cites his experience playing in live bands as a teenager for setting the groundwork for his comfort with his current gig. But unlike his Caribou project, Snaith's first musical experience was far from rock stardom.

"I started playing piano really early, but I didn't really enjoy it until I learned about improvisation," Snaith said.

Snaith began to focus on electronic music after a friend in the United Kingdom introduced him to Detroit techno. He cites artists hailing from cities as far as Berlin for inspiration.

More recently, Andorra has spawned a number of remixes. Snaith said he keeps tight creative control over how his material is modified, but trusts his remixers and considers them good friends. Results include British producer Four Tet's rework of "Melody Day" and Hot Chip's take on "She's The One," a track that features Junior Boys' Jeremy Greenspan on the original version. Once a fan created a remix and pressed the version onto vinyl. Snaith saw the product in Boston, and after experiencing the nervous pangs of not overseeing its production, he was content with the results.

Despite friendships and connections with other artists, Snaith feels detached from any one scene. Although many bands from his native Canada have found success under a collective umbrella, he prefers solitude. One reason could be the constant evolution of his music. Snaith dislikes classifying himself as either indie rock or electronic. He has managed to avoid the more negative side of the music industry; he disparages the idea of rapid inflated success and condemns illegal downloading.

"It's never going to be the kind of music that's going to be hyped," he said.

Snaith sees the benefits of the internet, which has facilitated access to music. Although he notes the "doom and gloom talk" of falling record sales, Snaith is more optimistic when it comes to the quality of music that's being made.

"Good ideas will always prevail," Snaith said. "People will always be interested in them."

Caribou will continue to tour throughout the summer. Since Snaith is unable to record on the road, he plans to start working on the next album in June. And if past work is any indication, there's no telling what direction his music will take.

"I kind of like starting from scratch every time I start," he said.

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Caribou plays at the Bowery Ballroom tonight. Thanks to Christina and Dan for making the interview possible.

MP3: Caribou - Melody Day (Four Tet Remix)
MP3: Caribou - She's The One (Hot Chip Remix)
MySpace: Caribou
Official Site: Caribou

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Who's Afraid of Detroit?


The days are getting longer, but my time seems to burn up faster. The immediate downside is that I just don't have much time to devote here, but I'll do my best to keep things reasonably up to date. I suppose one way of doing so is these shorter blurbs. Today's pick is Claude VonStroke, a Detroit native who celebrates his hometown in all its techno influence. VonStroke is the founder of Dirtybird Records - check out their site for some great mixes - and he takes avian fandom to a new level, releasing an album entitled Beware of the Bird in 2006. Minimal beats, bass and weird vocal samples are all accounted for here, but as his mascot suggests, VonStroke has a sense of humor, too.

MP3: Claude VonStroke - Deep Throat
MP3: Claude VonStroke - Who's Afraid of Detroit?
MySpace: Claude VonStroke
Official Site: Dirtybird Records

Monday, March 24, 2008

On/Off: Switches' Lay Down The Law


This review appears in Wireless Bollinger.

Switches are essentially temporary house guests. They arrive with gusto, plonking down their gear with an audible thud. For a bit, they’re a welcome distraction, spouting easy cadence that causes the host to nod along. Eventually, they wear out their welcome, entering a tiresome romantic phase where they dwell unnecessarily on past relationships, with just a tad too much sentimentalism. Thankfully, they redeem themselves somewhat in the final act, exiting with enthusiasm, promising to return as soon as possible – with another album.

The British quartet doesn’t stand out from the chronically over-brimming indie rock scene, but they aren’t a bad concoction of the upsides that make the genre so ubiquitous. Angular guitars, crunchy beats and decent singing from Matty Bishop are all fine, but there are only so many iterations on this theme. The first few tracks kick proceedings off nicely, but the middle of the album doesn’t quite sustain the momentum.

The band can be credited with mixing it up at the halfway mark of the album, but the results are just that: mixed. ‘"The Need to be Needed" forgoes the trusty rocker for the band’s attempt at mid-tempo balladry, but Bishop’s croon (and airy backup chorus) feels jarringly out of place. Follow-up track "Message for Yuz" returns to the band’s usual style, although there are moments that sound very much like an Arctic Monkeys homage.

And such a comparison, while perhaps geographically convenient, begs a question: when was the last time everyone got all excited over an Anglo indie rock album? Arctic Monkeys’ debut, Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not, was probably the last, most memorable case of wild, coast-hopping success of an underdog (Radiohead have graduated past such a distinction). More recent British exports have been more in the vein of the female singer who’s either troubled, snarky or both.

It should be noted that Lay Down The Law was originally released in the U.K. almost a year ago under a different name, making any attempt to pinpoint a trend somewhat anachronistic. But even if it doesn’t seem tied to a particularly scene, there isn’t that much that hasn’t been played or heard before. Switches lack the idiosyncrasies that have benefited some of their peers, so there isn’t that much of a hook to this album.

Still, for a four minute stretch towards the end, they do offer a glimpse of potential. "Killer Karma," sits at track 10 of 11 but really should conclude the album. It has a rousing chorus, with beefy guitar riffs and borderline sing-along vocals that occasionally give way to handclaps. Alas, the somewhat abrasive "Testify" cuts in at the end, and the final impression is moderate at best.

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MP3: Switches - Drama Queen
MP3: Switches - Killer Karma
MySpace: Switches
Official Site: Switches

Friday, March 21, 2008

Interlude: Devotion


Sorry, folks. It's spring break this week, but I can't really blame lethargy as much of an excuse for the lack of activity around these parts. Anyhow, let's rewind a couple weeks - or better yet, six months. I saw Ra Ra Riot open way back at the beginning of the school year, a concert that's notable as the first time I finally wore earplugs. I remember being impressed with the band's energy, despite not knowing much about them. A half-year later and they've sold out the Bowery Ballroom, on the strength on their self-titled EP. Thanks so much to Brendan for making the night possible. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to catch opener Sam Rosen, so the night started off for me with...



Bear Hands

I usually don't focus on lyrics, but it was admirable to hear Bear Hands incorporate politics into their songwriting. "Vietnam" was an obvious but effective reference, giving the band's already militant indie rock throb a bit more meaning. An endorsement of Barack Obama and a reference to bassist Val Loper's former life as a college student gave the set even more personality. But in the end, it was about the music, which was solid. Singer Dylan Rau had a rough delivery, but it meshed well with the guitar slashes.

MySpace: Bear Hands



Ra Ra Riot

It began quietly enough, with singer Wesley Miles drifting onstage alone. He dedicated the first song to the band's late drummer John Pike, and was soon joined by current drummer Cameron Wisch. After that poignant trubute, the entire band came on, and it was pretty much incredible from there onwards. The band's studio output doesn't do their live show justice at all. Foremost, there's the visuals - five members in constant motion, a hurricane of guitars and strings. Miles' vocals were romantic without being saccharine, combining strongly with the band's orchestral flourishes. The relentless pace was irresistible, each song blooming until the whole audience seemed involved.


Ultimately, one has to give major credit to the crowd. New York is often a tough sell, and even headliners can struggle to keep an audience engaged. But the enthusiasm wasn't forced; there weren't semi-rhetorical questions of, "How are you guys doing?" It was evident that we were immersed in the music. The only routine part of the show was the obligatory encore, but even that formality was overcome. When the band left the stage for the second time, the crowd stayed latched, chanting "Ra-Ra-Riot!" until they came back. Having run out of songs, they repeated a song following an informal vote, and we were treated again.


I suppose my point is, shows like this arrive only once in a long while. There are times when standing there for a few hours can seem like a job - I'd imagine that's particularly true when you're on stage. But sometimes the experience is so much more. Despite the doom and gloom that pervades this industry, I feel assured that live music will never be replaced. Nights like this just reaffirm that feeling.


MP3: Ra Ra Riot - Dying Is Fine
MP3: Ra Ra Riot - Each Year
MySpace: Ra Ra Riot
Official Site: Ra Ra Riot

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