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No Justice, No Peace

Friday, October 30th, 2009

Justice - Webster Hall - October 29, 2009

(Photo: Jared Levy)

(Photo: Jared Levy)

I watched the trailer for Justice’s documentary, A Cross the Universe, before last night’s show at Webster Hall. Wedged between scenes of the French DJ duo’s hedonistic road trip are equally wild images of their high-energy performances. Scantily clad fans gyrate and bellow. Lights flash in unison with electronic house beats. An illuminated cross looms over an ironically sacrilegious scene. The 90-second teaser gave a glimpse of the intensely debaucherous concert to come.

You could feel the music walking through the venue. The distortion-saturated melodies and bass-heavy rhythms compelled dance rather than inspired it. Making my way through the throngs, the first song I recognized was “DVNO,” from Justice’s debut album, . Their performance featured a deft mix of familiar hits and pulsating electronic numbers. For this show, their trademark cross was digital rather than physical, which detracted little from Justice’s stage presence. The two DJs raged along with their selections, chain-smoking cigarettes and occasionally flashing the gesture of a cross. They guided the music with an assured cool though they were just as capable of erratically raving with the crowd.

In some ways, it’s useless to recount the songs I deciphered. Of course I recognized when the duo played their Grammy-nominated single, “D.A.N.C.E.,” and songs by the Chemical Brothers and Daft Punk. But the show was a holistic experience rather than a collection of songs—a continuous thought transitioned sometimes subtly and sometimes blatantly. As the crowd roared at 3 a.m. with a passion equal to earlier in the night, Justice closed with a combination of “We Are Your Friends,” their remix of Simian’s “Never Be Alone,” and War’s “Why Can’t We Be Friends?” I was drenched in sweat with my ears ringing as I left just a few hours before sunrise, feeling drained and energized. Few DJs are capable of creating a show with passion and force equal to Justice. —Jared Levy

Spend Three Nights with Noah and the Whale

Friday, October 30th, 2009


Noah and the Whale are about to pull off one of the greatest reversals ever to come out of the London folk scene. Their first record, Peaceful, the World Lays Me Down, was full of rabid optimism, meditations on love and maybe a hint of darkness, but it was largely covered in the whistles, chimes and ebullience of the much-licensed “5 Years Time.” It was so sweet it stuck to the roof of your mouth. Of course, that was while lead singer Charlie Fink and bandmate Laura Marling were dating and he still believed in the world.

After they broke up last year, Fink sat down to write his Sea Change, a break-up record to live as a breathing, singing, moaning epitaph to the burning of a communal civilization. A musical document to say, “Laura, you ruined my life, you fucking bitch (slash) I still care about you.” Eventually titled First Rites of Spring, the results of Fink’s anguish are as beautiful as they are hard to get through. Strings wail and disinterested guitars meander through rich orchestration as Fink digs into his personal trauma, equal parts composer, coroner and healer. It will make you think of every person who broke your heart. It will make you think of a boat built for two, either sunk or now just big enough for one. Laura, this isn’t your fault, but it begs the classic Nick Hornby question: Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable or was I miserable because I listened to pop music? In this case, it is exactly both. —Geoff Nelson

(Check out Noah and the Whale, above, playing “Rocks and Daggers” on Altitude TV and then go see them live at Mercury Lounge on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.)

Halloween: So Many Options

Thursday, October 29th, 2009
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Boo!

Halloween is about tricks or treats, but why settle for just one when The Bowery Presents is offering a night filled with plenty of both? Deer Tick is playing the songs of the Sex Pistols at Brooklyn Bowl. And if you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing this band live, you already know that with their three-pronged guitar attack and frontman Jon McCauley snarling Johnny Rotten’s vocals that this will be “Anarchy in the BK” done right.

If the Sex Pistols aren’t your thing, but you still want some classic rock—and who could blame you?—then head to Music Hall of Williamsburg to see Lez Zeppelin. Their tagline is All Girls. All Zeppelin. And these girls are fierce (especially Leesa Squyres as John Bonham)! If you still want covers, but are looking to get down, Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe will be doing a tribute to Michael Jackson at The Bowery Ballroom. And if you like a dance party with a slight political bent, then shake it all night at Terminal 5 with D.C.’s Thievery Corporation.

Of course, there are also other options. If you’re looking for some catchy-and-contemplative music, we’ve got that too: Tegan and Sara at Town Hall. And if good old-fashioned storytelling is your thing, hightail it to The Wellmont Theatre to see the engaging Robert Earl Keen and Todd Snider. And, finally, if you’re looking to check out several bands with some “high-octane punk rock with swagger” then check out Mercury Lounge’s lineup, led by Black Taxi. (Plus, there’s even a costume contest.) Do what you like, but do see some music on Halloween!

They Might Be Giants/Nada Surf/Charles Bissell - Music Hall - October 28, 2009

Thursday, October 29th, 2009

They Might Be Giants - Music Hall of Williamsburg - October 28, 2009

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Michael and Michael Have Issues - Wellmont Theatre - October 27, 2009

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

Michael and Michael Have Issues - The Wellmont Theatre - October 27, 2009

Photos courtesy of Kirsten Housel

One of a Kind

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

Florence and the Machine - The Bowery Ballroom - October 27, 2009

Florence and the Machine
Watching Florence Welch sing is like watching any number of acts, absurd in their direction, scope and control. She is a dunk from the foul line, a release of water held furtively behind a dam, the climactic scene of Scent of a Woman. She is mind-blowing. In fact, she may directly oppose every visual metaphor in this paragraph. She is like the Grand Canyon: You’ve either seen it up close, or you haven’t.

Dressed in flowing white, Welch spilled to the stage with her black-clad band, the Machine. Opening with “Two Lungs,” Welch exploded into the chorus. She didn’t need all of the considerable orchestra, including the harp, to vibrate the floor of a completely packed Bowery Ballroom. With the Island Records crew stuffed into the balcony, Welch flitted around the stage, pushing her elbows back and popping her chest out like some mechanical and delicate bird. She repeatedly pointed at us, directly, to emphasize elements of her story, only to cover a smile with her hand. She is emphatic and wilting, if these two things are possible at once.

Welch referring to herself as “Flo,” sang almost every song on her album, Lungs. “Drumming Song” was predictably tribal and elevating, making you think this is the 20-years-later incarnation of Kate Bush. “Cosmic Love” was the best song of the night and closed the set before the encore. Her voice pushed us back in our seats, grabbing the visual to zoom and pan. As much as you try, she is not like anything else. —Geoff Nelson

Five Questions with…Casey Crescenzo

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009
(Photo: Dan Gillan)

(Photo: Dan Gillan)

What began as a side project for singer-keyboardist Casey Crescenzo to use as an outlet for music that didn’t quite fit in with his then band, the Receiving End of Sirens, turned into a full-time gig with the more experimental and progressive group the Dear Hunter. Their second full-length studio album, Act III: Life and Death, came out in June, and they’ve been touring ever since. The Dear Hunter plays The Bowery Ballroom tomorrow night, and last week The House List got Crescenzo on the phone so he could answer five questions.

Who are your inspirations outside of the music world?
Terry Gilliam, who’s a director. I grew up on Monty Python. One of my, like, favorite childhood stories is that my dad got to play chess with John Cleese. And he has an awesome joke that I forgot. But, yeah, I mean Monty Python, I loved. I love Terry Gilliam, from movies like Brazil. Brazil’s my favorite movie. Film directors like David Fincher. Who else? Chuck Palahniuk.

What’s the best part of playing New York City?
I don’t know if it’s because getting in and out is such a bitch, but when you actually get there, the audience is very happy, very responsive. The audience is the best part. But also, I think for us, all of our, like, business end of things—our booking agent, our manager, our label—are all in New York. So we get to see them and hang out with them, and that’s a rarity. And that’s also a lot of fun. So the audience, but also seeing all our friends.

What’s your favorite place in New York City to hang out? And do you ever feel like you could live here?
I don’t think I could ever live there. I have such anxiety getting in there. It’s not until we’re parked and inside a venue that I feel even close to stress free. And I walk around and I feel very much like an outsider, like everybody knows that I’m not from there, so I’m not part of the club…. But I really like the area around The Bowery Ballroom.

Do you have to be depressed to write a sad song? Do you have to be in love to write a love song? Is a song better when it really happened to you?
I don’t think you have to be depressed when you’re writing it, but if you haven’t felt depression and you’re writing a sad song, or you’ve never been in love and you’re writing a love song, you’re just estimating. And unless you’re writing about a search for love, it definitely is better when you’ve lived it because otherwise you’re sort of just a stenographer. And I think it’s pretty transparent…. When any emotion is genuine and it’s coming through in music, it’s infinitely more powerful than something contrived.

It’s 4 a.m. and last call has come and gone. What’s your next move?
Last-call drink, I guess it depends: If it’s at that point where you need something to sort of seal the deal, then you have to order some sort of bomb. But if you’re just enjoying the night and you wanna have your one last drink, for me it’s definitely gin and tonic with Bombay or Hendrick’s. But the next move for me, if I’m not already asleep, it’s probably just sleepin’. I’m a really boring guy. —R. Zizmor

An Eagerly Anticipated Night

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

Far - Mercury Lounge - October 26, 2009

Far - Mercury Lounge - October 26, 2009
The drunk chatter in the crowd as fans eagerly anticipated Far taking the Mercury Lounge stage pretty much revolved around one thing: excitement. “I’ve been waiting 10 years to see this band,” said one 26-year-old crammed into a nook directly in front of the stage. The band hit stride while playing “Water & Solutions,” “Man Overboard” and “Bury White,” three songs off the 1998 fan favorite and emo-heavy album, Water & Solutions. (Also the last disc before the band’s split the following year.)

A couple of songs later, frontman Jonah Montranga explained that he wanted to be in the audience, dancing and sweaty with them—but not crowd-surfing (as a few fans had previously done and tried to help him do). And, as a long segue into “Nestle,” he discussed growing up and having kids, and how parenthood is scary, but also amazing, like when he saw his friend’s young daughter dancing at the previous night’s soundcheck. “Really Here,” another song off Water & Solutions, received a mass crowd sing-along and pit fury similar to that which greeted the earlier songs from that album.

Far then left the stage after one more song, but returned to play another four. Montranga asked the crowd if they still had it in them, and, boy, did they. “Mother Mary” received the most raucous response of all. At one point toward the end of the set, Montranga commented, “We know some of our best ‘New York’ shows have been in New Jersey. And, some of our best ‘New York’ shows have been in Long Island.” But, as he went on to explain, they were in the city now, and this was truly one of their best New York shows. —Kirsten Housel

Photos courtesy of Kirsten Housel

Grow a Pair: Win Free Tickets to See Tegan and Sara on 10/30

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

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Tegan and Sara’s newest album, Sainthood, is out today. And to celebrate, they’re playing two sold-out shows in New York City before heading to Europe for November. But even if you weren’t able to score tickets, you can still try to Grow a Pair to this Friday’s Town Hall show from The House List. Just fill out the form below. List your name, e-mail address, which show you’re trying to win tickets to (Tegan and Sara, 10/30) and a brief message telling us your favorite thing about twins. Eddie Bruiser, who’s already thinking about triplets, will notify the winner by noon on Friday, October 30th. Good luck.

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They Came from Jersey to Rock NYC

Monday, October 26th, 2009

Thursday/Far/Midnight Masses - The Bowery Ballroom - October 25, 2009

Thursday - The Bowery Ballroom - October 25, 2009
Last night’s Bowery Ballroom show boasted an impressive lineup: Thursday, Far and Midnight Masses. The latter is known as a collective of musicians from bands like …And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead and Santogold, while Far is known for its highly influential sound and cult following that formed in the ’90s. But the band of the night was definitely Thursday, out of New Brunswick, N.J.

When Thursday played The Bowery just a month ago, they announced that last night’s show would have them playing their entire 2001 Victory Records debut, Full Collapse, the album that took them from playing dingy basements to headlining large tours. From the first chords of the disc’s opener—and unexpected hit single—“Understanding in a Car Crash,” The Bowery Ballroom’s floor was alive with action from the fans. Onstage, singer Geoff Rickly danced around, arms flailing in his perfectly calculated and characteristic way. While it’s a spectacular genre-defining album in its own right, it’s only when played live that the band’s fury is really showcased. “Autobiography of a Nation” and “Cross Out the Eyes” contained blood-curdling yelps and screams that starkly contrasted with the smooth tones of Rickly’s singing voice.

After completing the 42-minute Full Collapse and leaving the stage, Thursday returned to play a handful of songs, including “The Other Side of the Crash/Over and Out (Of Control),” off 2006’s A City by the Light Divided, and “Friends in Armed Forces,” from their most recent release, this year’s Common Existence. Thursday finished by releasing a dozen large black balloons into the air and playing fan favorite “Jet Black New Year.” —Kirsten Housel

(Far plays tonight at Mercury Lounge.)

Photos courtesy of Kirsten Housel

Portugal. The Man: Strange Name, Great Sound

Monday, October 26th, 2009

Portugal. The Man - The Bowery Ballroom - October 23, 2009

(Photo: Emily Ibarra)

(Photo: Emily Ibarra)

Following a set of ebullient guitar rock by the Temper Trap, the oddly punctuated Portugal. The Man took the stage as Friday’s headliner at The Bowery Ballroom. The band is led by perhaps the second most well known denizen of Wasilla, Alaska, John Gourley, who plays a big-bodied guitar and sings in a high-pitched voice that could be the love child of Neil Young’s pipes and those of Jamiroquai singer Jay Kay.

Sometimes Miles Davis would perform with his back to the audience. And like a lazy Miles Davis, frontman Gourley oddly spent most of the show with his side to the crowd. Fortunately, like with Davis, it didn’t affect his performance in the slightest. Portugal. The Man’s albums all have different sounds, but their fourth studio effort, The Satanic Satanist, out last July, has earned the band plenty of well-deserved attention. So it was no surprise that much of their set highlighted songs from that disc, including “People Say” (with the crowd singing along), “The Sun,” “Do You” and “Mornings.”

Portugal. The Man—at times accompanied by Judy the fiddler— played plenty of upbeat songs, but they can just as easily go darker. Backed by trippy lights, the band turned jammy and ethereal, with their instrumentals delving into the wide psychedelic swath between the Doors’ moodiness and the liveliness of Santana. They seem like the kind of band you could see two nights in a row and it wouldn’t feel like the same show. And that’s a good thing. —R. Zizmor

The XX - Music Hall of Williamsburg - October 23, 2009

Monday, October 26th, 2009

The XX - Music Hall of Williamsburg - October 23, 2009

Photos courtesy of Mina K

“Yo, Tonight Rules!”

Sunday, October 25th, 2009

Deer Tick - The Bowery Ballroom - October 22, 2009

One of These Guys Is Not in the Band

One of These Guys Is Not in the Band

Not to be confused with Deerhoof, Deerhunter or the Dear Hunter, Deer Tick, led by the ferociously talented, no-longer-mustachioed John McCauley, is a band rooted in Providence, R.I., with a sound rooted somewhere safely below the Mason Dixon Line. They’ve put out two excellent albums—War Elephant is more subdued than its livelier follow-up, Born on Flag Day. But when heard live, the recorded material, like a fine wine, opens up into something bigger. McCauley has an engaging—if not drunken—stage presence, and with his vivid songwriting and lived-in vocals, even when things go off the rails, it’s still raw and real and never manufactured. It’s a refreshing change. And more than that, it’s a lot of fun.

Headlining a CMJ Music Marathon show on Thursday at The Bowery Ballroom, Deer Tick, wearing Jason Vorhees-style goalie masks, finally took the stage at 12:15 and opened with a soulful, a cappella “Dirty Dishes.” “How you doin’ tonight?” asked McCauley, greeting the sold-out crowd. “Yo, tonight rules!” From then on, the band played nearly two hours of original material dotted with plenty of stage banter, a hard-driving version of Bo Diddley’s “Who Do You Love?,” a sped-up, guitar-driven take on Chuck Berry’s “Maybelline” and possibly the first ever appearance of “Air Force Porn,” when a fleet of paper airplanes made from porno-magazine pages descended upon the audience.

Onstage, they guys in Deer Tick smoke, drink and carry on—they even threw glitter and shot Silly String into the crowd. That party atmosphere was infectious—the good kind—which carried over to the concertgoers, who stomped, sang, danced and clapped along. Late in the set, when McCauley invited “everyone who wants to come onstage to come onstage,” the band was joined by at least 30 people who were drunk enough or needy enough to do so. As Deer Tick played “City of Sin” and the rollicking love song “These Old Shoes,” several girls draped themselves across the frontman, who didn’t seem to mind.

After clearing the stage (“I need some alone time”), McCauley performed several songs accompanied by just his guitar and harmonica. When the full band eventually joined him, many in what was left of the crowd pogoed up and down with sparklers held aloft to the strains of Deer Tick’s traditional closer, a cover of “La Bamba.” And then the house lights came on, revealing a floor littered with cups, glitter and porn. —R. Zizmor

(Deer Tick plays the songs of the Sex Pistols on Halloween at Brooklyn Bowl.)

Five Questions with…Matthew Caws (Plus Win Tickets for a Great Cause)

Friday, October 23rd, 2009
Matthew Caws

Matthew Caws

Nada Surf, They Might Be Giants and Charles Bissell (of the Wrens) play Music Hall of Williamsburg on Tuesday, October 28th. The show is entitled Raise the Roof: a Benefit for the Northside Town Hall Community and Cultural Center, and 100 percent of ticket sales go toward the cause. Nada Surf will close the show with a full-on electric performance, and in an effort to get out the word, the band’s singer and guitarist, Matthew Caws, took the time to answer five questions for The House List.

Which band have you seen play live the most often (excluding bands you’ve toured with)?
Probably Robyn Hitchcock and the Egyptians. When Fegmania came out, I’d already been turned into a fan by my sister, so I went to every area show for a few years. So maybe 18 shows? Then friends’ shows: Tom Beaujour (Communist Manifesto, Soulcraft, Shake Appeal, True Love), Phil Yanos (the Accidents, Dangaru, Driver X), Lianne Smith, Marykate O’Neil and Chavez.

Which band (or bands) that you listened to growing up do you still listen to?
The Beatles, the Velvet Underground, the Ramones, David Bowie, Talking Heads, R.E.M., Elliott Smith and Fugazi. Those last couple were in my 20s, but we’re still growing up then, aren’t we?

Do you have any crutches when writing a song—are there certain words or styles you feel you lean on too much?
I keep accidentally lifting Brian Eno melodies. OK, two so far, but still, I gotta stop.

Your after-party is at Hi-Fi, the Avenue A bar known for its endless jukebox, and The House List gives you a buck. Which three songs are you playing?
“Kamloops,” by Flin Flon, “Glow Girl,” by the Who and “The Puppet,” by Echo and the Bunnymen.

It’s 4 a.m. and last call has come and gone. What’s your next move?
It’s not over until the deli guy sings, and he never does. That being said, at 4, I’m probably headed to bed or at least seriously considering it. —R. Zizmor

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The Temper Trap Ends on a High Note

Friday, October 23rd, 2009

The Temper Trap/Mumford & Sons - Music Hall of Williamsburg - October 22, 2009

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The Temper Trap’s lead singer, Chris Mandagi, beckoned the crowd to surge forward. The band was in the middle of an eight-song set at a nearly sold-out Music Hall of Williamsburg. It wouldn’t be fair to say the set up to this point was pedestrian, but it certainly wasn’t an elevating artistic moment. The band’s much-licensed smash single, “Sweet Disposition,” tipped the whole evening toward something different. So as Mandagi chanted the lyrics, he beckoned us forward.

An hour earlier, British folk-rock act Mumford & Sons dominated the same stage that Mandagi would later try to crush the crowd against. Rife with banjo, upright bass and full-on four-part harmonies, Mumford & Sons is the first band to ever move this many people without a drummer. The crowd knew the lyrics though the band would later joke that their album isn’t out yet in the States. The implication was clear (you stole our album) but the accusation was invisible (still, thanks for singing along). They closed with a new song, “Whispers in the Dark,” featuring the closing line, “let’s live while we’re still young.” There isn’t anything better to tell a room full of people who are mortgaging sleep and jobs for the sake of a music festival.

Slipped back in medias res and the Temper Trap crushed their final four songs following “Sweet Disposition.” Closing with “Science of Fear,” Mandagi did his best vocal clown car, with a surprising amount of material coming out of a seemingly tiny vessel. As the song closed, he turned to his band let the mike thud to the floor. The Temper Trap urged us forward and then retreated in kind. We were left to live while we were young. And that’s what we did. —Geoff Nelson

Bradford Cox Needs to Give Himself Some Credit

Thursday, October 22nd, 2009

Atlas Sound - Music Hall of Williamsburg - October 21, 2009

(Photo: Diana Wong)

(Photo: Diana Wong)

“The show’s completely off the rails now,” joked Deerhunter frontman Bradford Cox, performing last night at Music Hall of Williamsburg as his solo side project, Atlas Sound. Somehow a simple broken guitar string had brought the set to a standstill, initiating a chain reaction of antics: Inexplicable song requests from the crowd (“Rock Around the Clock,” “Monster Mash”), a series of groan-inducing jokes and Cox’s decision to strike a few poses for all the hungry photographers in the crowd eager to snap away. “This is my socially conscious pose,” said Cox, strumming some Dylan chords and staring introspectively at the ceiling.

“Did you think it was pretty professional before all that shit happened?” Cox later inquired. Come to think of it, Atlas Sound’s set had been pretty professional up to that point. Cox (wearing a very sensible brown suit) had started the show with a haunting version of “My Halo” from Atlas Sound’s newest album, Logos (just released on Tuesday), his voice strong and stark, accompanied simply by keyboard. Joined shortly thereafter by his backing band, Atlas Sound played meticulous renditions of songs like “Walkabout” and “Sheila,” easily recreating the ethereal moments within their spacey, densely layered psych-shoegaze.

Later on, Cox partially chalked his “derailment” up to nerves—noting that the retro space-pop masters Broadcast, who had performed a transfixing opening set accompanied by trippy 1960s-era video art, were a tough act to follow. Though they were impressive, could Cox truly have such shakable confidence? After all, when he returned solo for an encore—creating a looped guitar and harmonica sample, walking around the stage as he played both guitar and drums, and timing his singing between different mikes—Bradford Cox was able to personally embody Atlas Sound. It was a complete song, nearly effortless. For moments like this, hopefully Cox will come to give himself more credit. I must say, when he was able to focus, it was certainly quite professional. —Alena Kastin

Bob Weir & Ratdog - Grand Ballroom - October 20, 2009

Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

Bob Weir & Ratdog - Manhattan Center Grand Ballroom - October 20, 2009

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