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Go See Smith Westerns Play Next Tuesday

January 27th, 2012


In the past couple of years the ridiculously young guys in the band Smith Westerns have nailed the lush, dreamy sounds of Ziggy Stardust Bowie way beyond their age. They grew up in Chicago, not known for its glam scene. Nonetheless, they built on the strong, albeit fuzzy, foundation of their self-titled debut and have since delivered a fully formed and blindingly gleaming second album, Dye It Blonde. In the process, they traded a lo-fi, distanced sound for lush instrumentation without relying on glam’s historically theatrical getup. But don’t just take our word on it—discover for yourself. Check out Smith Westerns, above, doing “Weekend” for KEXP FM and then go see them play live at Webster Hall next Tuesday. —Jason Dean

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A Voice in the Dark

January 26th, 2012

Cass McCombs – The Bowery Ballroom – January 25, 2012


The band played in relative darkness, with a screen projecting shimmering gold dots providing the only light onstage. And, against the background, they looked like backlit shadows. The figures created sound, but their performance couldn’t be seen—all the better for Cass McCombs. The reportedly elusive singer-songwriter delivered his literal and personal lyrics with as much anonymity as possible.

Camera flashes provided brief glimpses of the frontman, but on the whole, his voice came from a silhouette. He sang about creatures and passwords written on sticky notes similar to Charlie delivering secrets to his angels. The audience listened attentively for instruction and information. And, for his part, McCombs was a purveyor of both.

During such upbeat numbers as the opener, “Love Thine Enemy,” McCombs tossed off aphorisms and advice. But the tone shifted mostly to midtempo country and folk. The comfortably laid-back sound, pervasive in the current indie-music scene, sounded effortless coming from McCombs and company. It is, after all, his signature. So when they finished with the 2011 lauded single “County Line” and left the stage, the lights immediately came back on. No needs to hide once you’ve left the stage. —Jared Levy

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A Bowery Ballroom Dance Party

January 26th, 2012


Musically speaking, Alex Toth (trumpet) and Kalmia Traver (vocals and sax) have been together for a while. The two met as music majors at the University of Vermont and upon graduation they joined the reggae outfit John Brown’s Body. Eventually they decided to go in a different direction, more along the lines of a mash-up of psychedelic pop and dance music with layered rhythm and melodies and arrangements by Toth. Craig Myers (percussion) was the first to join the effort, but now the Brooklyn-based Rubblebucket (above, doing “Triangular Daisies” for Audiotree Live) performs with an array of instruments and as many as nine musicians. And when they play live, they bring it. So bring yourself to The Bowery Ballroom on Saturday night and be prepared to shake it.

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John Roderick Plays Mercury Lounge on Saturday

January 25th, 2012


The talented singer-songwriter John Roderick is a busy guy. As guitarist and lead singer, he fronts the Long Winters, plus he’s been a touring member of Harvey Danger. And to keep busy he often appears on other bands’ albums, like with Nada Surf, the Decemberists and Death Cab for Cutie. And he’s coming our way for two shows this weekend. Roderick (above, doing “Not Moving to Portland”) opens for Aimee Mann on Friday at Music Hall of Williamsburg, which is sold out. But you can also see him—and hear him because, let’s face it, he’s just got one of those voices you could listen to all day—play the early show at Mercury Lounge on Saturday.

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Nada Surf – The Bowery Ballroom – January 24, 2012

January 25th, 2012

Photos courtesy of Alexis Maindrault | rockinpix.com

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Chairlift – The Bowery Ballroom – January 23, 2012

January 24th, 2012


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January 24th, 2012

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Cass McCombs Plays The Bowery Ballroom Tomorrow Night

January 24th, 2012


Singer-songwriter Cass McCombs’ calling card is his distinctive voice, both lyrically and aurally. Prior to actually releasing any music, his dark, funny stories earned him a slot touring with Palace (a Will Oldham—of Bonnie “Prince” Billy fame—band) and the Oxes, which eventually led to McCombs putting out his debut EP, Not the Way, in 2002. Two LPs, and stints in the Pacific Northwest, England and Baltimore, followed before he found himself on the road with Modest Mouse. Not one to rest on his laurels, McCombs (above, doing “Prima Donna” at last year’s SXSW) released not one but two well-received albums last year, Wits End and Humor Risk. And with a pair of new discs to promote, he plays The Bowery Ballroom tomorrow night.

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A Spotlight on Five Frontmen

January 23rd, 2012

Where’s the Band? – Music Hall of Williamsburg – January 21, 2012


Lately the alternative scene has become saturated with megatours crammed with enough acts to ensure ticket sales, a trend that’s become as tiresome as the now-obligatory album-anniversary tour. Luckily the Where’s the Band? tour has mixed up the idea a bit, putting the spotlight on some of the scene’s best frontmen and their guitars. Led by the Get Up KidsMatt Pryor, Saves the Day’s Chris Conley and Bayside’s Anthony Raneri, the acoustic tour hit the velvet-backed stage of Music Hall of Williamsburg on Saturday night.

Under-the-radar scene vet Evan Weiss (the man behind Into It. Over It.) set the pace early when he opened the show balancing personal lyrics over pop-punk strumming. By cheering Weiss’s song selections and standing silently as he told heartbreaking stories behind a few of them, it was clear those in attendance got the idea behind the tour. Weiss turned over things to longtime pal Ace Enders, who, like Pryor and Raneri, was showcasing new material—in addition to doing such songs from his days leading the Early November as “Ever So Sweet” and “Baby Blue.”

Conley then swapped spots with Enders to do an all-requests set that unearthed gems like 1998’s “Hold,” and of course, “At Your Funeral.” Pryor’s following set proved he’s ready to continue his busy streak from the past few years (solo albums, Get Up Kids’ reunion tours and albums) into 2012, as he featured songs from May Day, to be released later this month. While each act earned big cheers from different sections of the crowd, Long Islander Raneri, who also offered songs from his new release, the EP New Cathedrals, earned the biggest reaction from the entire room. —Sean O’Kane

Photos courtesy of Sean O’Kane | seanokanephoto.com

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Caveman’s Evolution

January 23rd, 2012

Caveman – The Bowery Ballroom – January 20, 2012


Surfing an ever-growing tidal wave of buzz around debut album Coco Beware, Caveman headlined a sold-out Bowery Ballroom on Friday night, displaying musical chops and hometown pride in equal measure. “We used to come to shows here in high school,” reminisced lead singer-guitarist Matthew Iwanusa between songs. He later, in true New York City spirit, asked, “Anybody know if the Knicks won tonight?”

In addition to all the NYC shout-outs during the set, songs like “Old Friend” and “December 28th” contained references to a range of other contemporary New York City bands like Interpol, Grizzly Bear and the Walkmen. Of course, the Brooklyn quintet adds its own spin to these pedigreed musical influences, most notably the penchant for throwing in extended instrumental jams, filled with screeching distortion and hazy feedback—a loud but pleasing wall of sound, in peak form during “Vampirer.” The impressive effects the band wrings out of its guitars can be attributed in part to the unique instruments themselves, personally crafted by Jimmy Carbonetti, one of the guitarists. Just as cavemen crafted their own tools, so too does Caveman, albeit in a bit more evolved way.

The expert guitar work was enhanced by washes of dreamy synth, powerful drumming and well-crafted vocal harmonies, demonstrated on songs like “Thankful,” “Decide,” and “A Country’s King of Dreams.” Although the group was clearly humbled to be headlining the venue (“The first show we ever played was here, and now … we’re doing this,” remarked Iwanusa) Caveman’s polished, bravado-filled performance was up to the honor. —Alena Kastin

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Portlandia the Tour – Music Hall of Williamsburg – January 20, 2012

January 23rd, 2012


Photos courtesy of Diana Wong | dianawongphoto.com

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Anthony Green – The Bowery Ballroom – January 19, 2012

January 20th, 2012


Photos courtesy of Sean O’Kane | seanokanephoto.com

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A Highly Influential Band Returns

January 20th, 2012

Mission of Burma – Music Hall of Williamsburg – January 19, 2012


It’s sometimes interesting to imagine how today’s musical scene would be different if you removed just a few hugely influential bands from the equation. What would music look like today without Mission of Burma? From a short-lived stint in the early ’80s, Mission of Burma found a way to contort punk rock beyond the limitations of the genre, creating an entirely new one that became known as post-punk. Much like that of the Velvet Underground and the Stooges before them, Mission of Burma’s unique sound went on to forever alter the trajectory of rock. Without them, there likely would be no Sonic Youth, Pixies or Fugazi. Put simply, music would probably suck a lot more.

But to state that Mission of Burma’s best days are in the past couldn’t be further from the truth. After reuniting in 2002 the band has put out three critically acclaimed albums (with another one on the way), and they still put on one hell of a live show, bringing their relentless cerebral art-punk to wildly enthusiastic Music Hall of Williamsburg crowd last night. The post-punk veterans featured songs both old and new, powering through the noise-heavy guitar jams of “Fun World,” the punk rock sing-along friendly “This Is Not a Photograph” and the distorted wall of sound of “2wice.”

They returned for a three-song encore ending with a cover of the Dils’ “Class War” before coming back to the stage once more at the request of the hungry-for-more audience. They finished off things with “Red” and the wildly popular “Academy Fight Song.” As energetic, loud, dynamic, innovative and still (likely) as influential as ever, perhaps in 30 years we’ll be trying to imagine a world when Mission of Burma never reunited. We’re fortunate we don’t have to live in such a place. —Dan Rickershauser

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Spend Sunday Night with Pissed Jeans

January 20th, 2012


Allentown, Pa., sludge-noisemakers Pissed Jeans have been making anti-authority music, while channeling ’80s punk, ’90s hardcore and their hardscrabble hometown, for more than six years. The foursome—Bradley Fry, Randy Huth, Matt Kosloff and Sean McGuinness—has put out three LPs and three EPs, and while the recorded music is somewhat slowed down, in concert it comes frenziedly alive. Because these guys put all they have into each performance, which you can experience when they play Music Hall of Williamsburg on Sunday.

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A DJ Takes the Stage

January 19th, 2012

Madlib – Music Hall of Williamsburg – January 18, 2012

(Photo: Jared Levy)

“Brooklyn, wake the fuck up,” the man repeated. He moved from the middle of the pack to the front of the stage. The demand seemed out of place. The crowd, mostly still, focused on each selection. Some brought out their iPhones to identify foreign songs. Madlib, for his part, barely noticed. The “DJ first, producer second and MC last,” literally danced to his own beat. With only a few interspersed comments and saluting gestures, Madlib created a thoughtful and eclectic mix.

Pulled from his Madlib Medicine Show imprint, the set highlighted his expansive grasp of music history. “Who knew rock was black?” he asked after a string of esoteric Nigerian tracks. The selections seemed designed for education as much as enjoyment. For perspective, “Crying” by the Edgar Broughton Band played after a muffled Busta Rhymes track. And there were at least a dozen more examples of juxtapositions.

But in the middle of his set, Madlib invited recent collaborator Freddie Gibbs to the stage. And, with his time, the Gary, Ind., rapper left an unshakable impression. Opening with the Madlib-produced track “Thuggin’,” Gibbs went on to steal a blunt from the audience and the room’s collective attention. He frequently rapped, skillfully, without a beat, and he reminded the audience of his gangster past (present?). All appeared to revere or at least respect his effort. For this show, he proved worthy of Madlib’s beats and time. —Jared Levy