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Andrew Bird’s Big Sound Fills Radio City

June 19th, 2009

Andrew Bird – Radio City Music Hall – June 18, 2009

(Photo: Cameron Wittig)

(Photo: Cameron Wittig)

When the curtain was pulled back at Radio City Music Hall last night, there was a wizard standing there. A real wizard for once: Andrew Bird, with spirals of looping violin curling around his lone figure onstage summoning more and more sound and releasing it into the room until an echoing cacophony filled the chamber completely. His band joined him and this noise became “Sweetbreads,” and the wizard behind the curtain became Willy Wonka. In Wonka’s world, everything is edible. In Andrew Bird’s world everything makes music—hand claps, whistles, violin, xylophone, guitar and, of course, his voice all moving together in a complicated contra dance. I have seen several amazing shows at Radio City, but never have I seen the venue filled with music the way Andrew Bird did: perfectly coating the walls and arching ceiling.

And never have I seen an Andrew Bird show so dominated by his voice, which stood out more prominently than the band and the looping instruments, whistling and all.  Through a set consisting mostly of new material, the majority off of this year’s Noble Beast, Bird coaxed his voice and his band, a bit stuttering at first, then more confidently. Things really gelled midway through with a majestic, wall-of-sound “Effigy” followed by a powerful “Nonanimal” and a rollicking “Fake Palindromes.”

As the set wound down, supporting act Calexico, in full—more guitars, pedal steel, xylophone and trumpets—joined Bird and Co. for a climactic one-two-three punch. The 11-strong ensemble took a big sound and made it even bigger, finally exploding with a highlight version of “Scythian Empire.” —A. Stein

My Five: Jay Belin

June 19th, 2009
1. Passion Pit, Manners 2. Gentleman Jesse and His Band, Gentleman Jesse and His Band 3. The Gaslight Anthem, The ’59 Sound 4. Crocodiles, “Summer of Hate” 5. Dawes, North Hills

(Left to right) 1. Passion Pit 2. Dawes 3. Gentleman Jesse and His Band 4. Crocodiles 5. The Gaslight Anthem

Jay Belin is the talent buyer at Mercury Lounge. Lots of music comes his way, but these are the five CDs he’s listening to the most right now. Read below to see why.

Passion Pit, Manners
Who said being young, dumb and full of cum couldn’t get you anywhere? Well, two of three anyway. The hype machine is in full gear and why not—this record rules hard. I heart these guys and that was before hearing this. Manners only makes it easier. (Passion Pit plays two sold-out shows at The Bowery Ballroom this weekend.)

Dawes, North Hills
My love of this record has confused more than one of my friends, but there is something undeniable about the sincerity and musical ability of these youngbloods from the great state of California. It may not land in my wheelhouse, but these days it’s all I want to hear.

Gentlemen Jesse and His Band, Gentlemen Jesse and His Band
Things can go two ways when you hear a band for the first time at a show. This one obviously fell into the positive end of the spectrum. It’s been said before, but they fill the void left in my soul by the Exploding Hearts tragedy.

Crocodiles, “Summer of Hate
Falling for a band after hearing one song is as dumb as selling the farm after the first date, but sometimes, if you’re lucky, it all works out in the end. The standout “I Wanna Kill” was built for skinny ties and confused Goths on dance floors across the country. (Crocodiles are playing Mercury Lounge tomorrow night.)

The Gaslight Anthem, The ’59 Sound
If you aren’t obsessed with this record, I’m de-friending you. Sorry for the drama, but seriously, rent a convertible, hit the highway and watch your troubles disappear in the rearview mirror. They’re the best thing to come out of Jersey since the Bouncing Souls (yeah, I went there).

The Maccabees Are Coming

June 19th, 2009

The Maccabees, the five-man band from Brighton, England, released their second album, Wall of Arms, last month. They bring their guitar-heavy sound to our fair city to conclude their American tour on Saturday at Music Hall of Williamsburg and next Tuesday, June 23rd, at Mercury Lounge. If you’ve never checked out these guys, do yourself a favor and go see them. Here, they perform “Can You Give It” live in their rehearsal space.

Five Questions With…Patterson Hood (Plus a Bonus MP3 at the Bottom)

June 18th, 2009
Self Portrait

Self Portrait

Patterson Hood was destined to be involved in music. His dad, David Hood, was the bassist for the legendary Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section. And Patterson began writing music before he turned 10 and joined a band before reaching 15. He went on to receive much acclaim as one of the Drive-By Truckers’ founders, songwriters and guitarists. The Truckers have put out several successful albums in addition to serving as the backing band on the sublime soul singer Bettye LaVette’s The Scene of the Crime and, more recently, on Booker T.’s Potato Hole. (Together they performed as Booker T. and the DBT’s in a terrific show last weekend at Bonnaroo.) And as if all of that weren’t enough, Patterson brings a whole new band, the Screwtopians, to Music Hall of Williamsburg next Tuesday (June 23rd) and The Bowery Ballroom next Wednesday (June 24th) in support of Murdering Oscar (And Other Love Songs). In advance of these shows, Patterson was nice enough to answer five questions for The House List.

What’s the last band you paid to see live?
Probably Springsteen in Chicago in ’07. I went to a local show in Athens, Ga., not long ago and paid cover to support the scene.

Which band or bands that you listened to growing up do you still listen to?
Probably most of them. I’m still always seeking out new bands to love, but I still love the old ones, too. At home I have music playing nonstop unless I’m writing. Now I get to play records for my daughter and I get to turn her on to cool music. She loves the Clash, Centro-matic, the Kinks and Dolly Parton. She’s four-and-a-half and has great taste.

Which NYC musician—past or present—would you most like to play with?
Sonic Youth. I’ve been a fanatical fan since around Sister. Tad Kubler and I keep discussing a possible project someday. I’d love to produce a Patti Smith album.

What’s your favorite place in New York City to hang out? And do you ever feel like you could live here?
I’m fond of the Lakeside Lounge and National Underground. I think The Bowery Ballroom is one of the best-sounding rooms in America. Yes, I could definitely live here if I could work out the logistics of commuting for the band and moving my family.

Your after-party is at Hi-Fi, the Avenue A bar known for its endless jukebox, and The House List gives you a buck, what three jams are you playing?
Wilson Pickett’s “Hey Jude,” the Stooges’ “1970” and Curtis Mayfield’s “We People Who Are Darker Than Blue.” —R. Zizmor

Listen to “Pollyanna” off Murdering Oscar (And Other Love Songs)—out next Tuesday.

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Metric – Terminal 5 – June 17, 2009

June 18th, 2009

Metric - Terminal 5 - June 17, 2009


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Jonathan Richman Charms The Bowery Ballroom

June 17th, 2009

Jonathan Richman – The Bowery Ballroom – June 16, 2009

Jonathan RichmanJonathan Richman and Vic Chesnutt have been writing music on their own distinct terms—with more than 50 years playing live between them. For as long as they have each been determined to make their unique brand of rock, there has been nothing like it.

Chesnutt, wheelchair-bound his entire career, wills out tortured chords beneath his gravelly Southern voice. A staple of the Athens, Ga., music scene, the solo songwriter has played with legends. Anyone who has spent time with his personal, tragic recordings has seen the light.

Richman came on next and lightened things up a bit. This cult-like figure has been converting fans for the past three decades, so there was standing-room only Tuesday night at the church of The Bowery Ballroom. His songs are funny and deceptively naive. He uses humor to sneak in tough messages, like his song “When We Refuse to Suffer,” which says you can’t complain about your sterile existence if you live in a gated community. In this version, he added lyrics about turning off the venue’s air conditioning because it was affecting the sound. The Bowery complied, of course, and those in the crowd, as it got hotter throughout the night, cheered their own suffering. Richman ended the night with a few songs in French, translating between verses. He’s the only singer I can think of who can get away with singing about true love, ice cream and Vermeer—pure sentiment without a hint of irony.

It’s easy to see the pure charisma that propelled Richman’s entire career. He can charm a packed Bowery Ballroom audience two nights in a row with an acoustic nylon-string guitar, and that’s exactly what he does year after year. Like he says in his song “Nature’s Mosquito,” he’s just going to keep doing what he does. It’s the only thing he was made for. —Jason Dean

See Phoenix and Passion Pit in Central Park on 9/25

June 16th, 2009

Phoenix—with Passion Pit opening—is playing SummerStage in Central Park on Friday, September 25th. You should know that tickets will go quickly. And since we know you don’t want to miss out, act now and get your tickets in advance. Slackers will have to rely on Eddie Bruiser’s big heart for tickets—and that would only be two at the most. So no slacking.

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Telekinesis Lifts Audience’s Spirits

June 16th, 2009

Telekinesis – Mercury Lounge – June 14, 2009

(Photo: Jenny Jimenez)

(Photo: Jenny Jimenez)

Michael Benjamin Lerner, the shaggy-haired, unassuming singer-songwriter of Seattle’s Telekinesis, took the stage at Mercury Lounge on Sunday night with his band. He’s a young guy who looks much like someone you might know—your neighbor, officemate, fellow subway commuter. As the band set up its gear, I witnessed him dutifully put in a pair of earplugs he had retrieved from a little pouch in his jeans pocket. Nothing about Lerner’s demeanor seemed to hint at the transformation that would occur moments later when Telekinesis began to play. Strumming gently on guitar for the opening lines of “Foreign Room,” from the band’s recent self-titled album, Lerner then handed off the instrument to his bandmate and took a seat behind his drum kit, instantly pounding away and singing with an exuberance and vigor quite incongruous with the modest gentleman who had stepped upon the stage.

Though Lerner may resemble your bookish classmate upon first impression, (he even joked that he felt like Where’s Waldo in his new red-and-white-striped polo shirt), do not be fooled. Lerner’s true inner world emerges onstage, expressed by some of the most catchy pop hooks and heartfelt, genuine lyrics this side of the ’60s. As Telekinesis powered through lively songs like “Tokyo” and “Great Lakes,” their sound called to mind the perfect high school garage band that all those ’80s teen movies tried to convince you really exist, but, sadly, never do—youthful, optimistic, rambunctious, a touch raw. Though the band makes no claims to practice the actual act of telekinesis, I think it’s safe to say that through some special force, we all left the show feeling a little bit bouncier. —Alena Kastin

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A Programmed Nightmare of Sound

June 16th, 2009

Black Dice – The Bowery Ballroom – June 14, 2009

Black DiceBlack Dice have the uncanny ability to create sounds that are completely alien and utterly unique to them. They create sounds you have never heard, which is impressive in a music climate where every other band seems to be using effects processors and strings of guitar pedals.

Sunday night at The Bowery Ballroom, the heavily orchestrated tracks were primarily from their new album, Repo, and ran together in an uninterrupted hour-long set. Aaron Warren and brothers Bjorn and Eric Copeland don’t use monitors. Instead, they rely on stacks of amps towering behind them, playing from inside the epicenter of volume. Listening to the album at home is only a fraction of the experience. Black Dice are a completely different entity live.

Between the pulsing epileptic video projected over the stage and the sheer volume of indecipherable sound, I get the sense they are genuinely attempting to alter the audience’s senses. Almost as though they are a derivative of a ’60s psychedelic band. But unlike the hazy atmospherics of psych, the music never sounds improvised. The complex layering—the ebbs and flows—isn’t haphazard. This is a strictly controlled, programmed nightmare of sound. The group seems to be answering the question of whether music can still be compelling when you take away all song structure and melody.

This sounds deceptively easy: The machines must do all the work, right? Then go ahead and silk-screen a soup can on canvas or put a shark in a tank of formaldehyde. Black Dice did it first and they continue to do it better than anyone else. —Jason Dean

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Grow a Pair: Win Free Tickets to See Passion Pit on 6/19

June 16th, 2009

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After playing a great late-night show at Bonnaroo, Passion Pit comes to The Bowery Ballroom this weekend for two sold-out shows. Want to get your weekend started right but don’t have tickets? The House List feels your pain and is offering you the chance to Grow a Pair of free tickets to this Friday’s show. Fill out the form below, listing your name, e-mail address, which show you’re trying to win tickets to (Passion Pit, 6/19) and a brief message telling us your best hangover cure. Assuming he wakes up in time, Eddie Bruiser, who will try just about any cure at this point, will notify the winner by noon on Friday, June 19th. Good luck.

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The Tallest Man on Earth Has Energy to Spare

June 16th, 2009

The Tallest Man on Earth – Music Hall of Williamsburg – June 13, 2009

The Tallest Man on EarthOn Friday night, Swedish singer Kristian Matsson, also known as the Tallest Man on Earth (despite his ostensibly normal height), occupied the stage at Music Hall of Williamsburg, churning out an hour of country-blues inspired tunes. Locked at the microphone in a fighting stance, Mattson pointed his guitar like a machine gun for the majority of the set and fingerpicked a maelstrom of notes at rapid-fire. With only an acoustic guitar, smoky voice and a seemingly endless store of gumption at his disposal, he had no trouble spellbinding a packed house. He was alone onstage, save for an array of pedals, that spare acoustic guitar and a red chair he never sat in for more than three seconds at a time. The way he winced, you would think he had sat down to play the “hard parts.”

Matsson’s energy was wild and undeterred. While he wasn’t crooning into the microphone, he traversed the stage, gesticulating loudly and slamming his faulty guitar chord back in like punctuation. His ebullience did not go unappreciated, inspiring audience-driven percussion while he stepped in time. For all of his stage antics, the Tallest Man’s superhuman qualities were to be found in his vocal chords, not his stature. Sounding whiskey soaked and gravelly, his voice reached up to the rafters. The Tallest Man ended his second-to-last song by vigorously throwing down his pick before gently picking up his guitar again and politely asking the audience for permission to play one more. Upon terminating his set for good, Matsson exited the stage, but not before shaking hands and giving hugs to extended (and I do mean extended) applause. —Theo Spielberg

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Forro in the Dark Inspires Dancing in the Dark

June 16th, 2009

Forro in the Dark – The Bowery Ballroom – June 10, 2009

Forro in the Dark
“This music is good for dancing.” That was the self-proclaimed truism announced by Forro in the Dark after their first song at The Bowery Ballroom on Wednesday. And dance we did. Playing music inspired by their native Brazil, the band played a set that went straight to the joints like an oil can to the Tin Man. Once lubricated, the knees, hips, ankles and elbows were free and loose to obey the rhythm.

The band stood five across the stage: bass, guitar, flute/sax, bass drum and percussion. In Forro in the Dark, the bass and drums are more percussive than anything and the band forms a pulsing drum circle around deep, groovy flute. It’s a rare thing when the most compelling instrument is the triangle, but Forro in the Dark features quite possibly the funkiest triangle you could imagine.

The spacing between audience members was perfect for grooving in whatever manner desired. Small groups of women filled the front with informal boogying, a couple danced a sort-of samba in a studied embrace, lone men swiveled and bopped while others just looked on sipping their beers and smiling. It was perfect Wednesday-in-June music: The music of cold drinks, open-toed shoes, short sleeves and halter tops, of summer on its way. —A. Stein

See John Vanderslice and the Tallest Man on Earth This Weekend

June 12th, 2009

Growing up in Florida, Georgia and finally outside Washington, D.C., in Maryland, John Vanderslice developed an eclectic taste in music that has stuck with him throughout his career. He’s opened a small analog recording studio in San Francisco called Tiny Telephone, he’s worked as a producer on other bands’ albums—most notably on Spoon’s Gimme Fiction—plus he’s written and recorded his own music. His most recent effort, Romanian Names, came out last month. And now he’s touring the country in support of it. He often travels with up-and-coming bands that ultimately go on to greater acclaim, like Sufjan Stevens and St. Vincent. And that continues with his current tour, when he hits Music Hall of Williamsburg on Friday and The Bowery Ballroom on Saturday with the Tallest Man on Earth (Swedish folkie Kristian Mattson) in tow. See John Vanderslice here performing “C & O Canal,” off the new disc, and then do yourself a favor and see these bands play live this weekend. You’ll be happy you did.

See the Gipsy Kings Tonight at The Wellmont Theatre

June 11th, 2009

They’re from the South of France but they sing in Spanish. And tonight, the Gipsy Kings bring their upbeat take on flamenco to Montclair, N.J. See them here, performing “Bamboleo” on Live from Abbey Road and then head out to The Wellmont Theatre to embrace your inner Rumba Catalana with the Gipsy Kings.

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Jenny Lewis – Music Hall of Williamsburg – June 9, 2009

June 10th, 2009

Jenny Lewis - Music Hall of Williamsburg - June 9, 2009
Opening for Jenny Lewis last night at the Music Hall of Williamsburg, Deer Tick plowed through a rollicking set of their roots-y, country-inflected rock. Though their sound may pull from a variety of retro sources, the four-piece remind us they have a foot planted firmly in the present by throwing in a nice John Mellencamp cover toward the end of their set. Though perhaps a little dated, there’s really nothing old-timey about the man who wrote “Jack and Diane.”

After strapping on her guitar, Jenny Lewis gave a small curtsy before beginning to play. Much like Deer Tick, Lewis’s songs pull from traditional musical styles—soul, gospel and country—but just when you think you’ve got her pegged as a throwback, one of her lyrics will catch your ear and stand out as the sentiments of an unmistakably contemporary woman. (This emerged most notably on the new song “Just Like Zeus,” a barbed evisceration of Hollywood’s young and vacant starlets.) As Lewis’s expressive voice wove through songs from her solo albums, Acid Tongue and Rabbit Fur Coat, her proficient backing band added harmonica and pedal-steel flourishes.

Before performing “Trying My Best to Love You” with her two female bandmates singing backup, Lewis explained that it was a gospel number and jokingly commented that it was “kind of weird” because all three singers are Jews. The rendition that followed was lovely and soulful. Her music may evoke the past, but as those three modern voices came together in that gospel number, it sounded current. It was a perfect example of Jenny Lewis’s fresh take on deep-rooted music. —Alena Kastin

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