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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

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Don’t Miss Mission of Burma Tonight

January 19th, 2012


Mission of Burma began in Boston in 1979 when a group Clint Conley (bass) and Roger Miller (guitar) had been in disbanded. So they started practicing together, and soon after adding Peter Prescott (drums) the trio played its first show. Weeks later Martin Swope (tape manipulations and sound engineer), who had previously worked with Miller, filled out the band’s roster. Mission of Burma became known for solid songwriting, a unique punk-tinged sound and extremely loud live shows. The quartet’s first album, Vs., came out in 1982, and with the positive reviews it seemed like nothing could stop the band. But alas those loud shows paid a toll: Miller developed tinnitus, and after one more tour, Mission of Burma broke up in 1983. Despite only lasting four years, the band went on to deeply influence others for decades. And that would have been where this story ends, but, seemingly out of nowhere, Mission of Burma reunited in 2002—with Bob Weston replacing Swope—and went on to release several more albums (including 2009’s well-received The Sound the Speed the Light). Find out for yourself why this band has been so influential tonight at Music Hall of Williamsburg.

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Santigold Triumphantly Returns

January 18th, 2012

Santigold – Music Hall of Williamsburg – January 17, 2012

“It’s been a long, long time, and we’re so ready,” said Santigold to a sold-out Music Hall of Williamsburg on Tuesday night. While it had indeed been a good chunk of time since the world last saw Santigold, the singer-songwriter-producer’s performance last night made for one powerful tale of her reemergence. Complete with three different sets of sparkly, glammed-out clothes, mesmerizing choreography and notable guest appearances, it was almost as if Santi’s spent the past few years off preparing for this elaborate reintroduction to the stage.

Opening with the energetic and forceful “Go,” Yeah Yeah Yeahs singer Karen O joined Santi, making for a charismatic power duo. Santigold then delivered old favorites “L.E.S. Artistes” and “Lights Out” before playing the powerful yet restrained new song “God from the Machine,” off the soon-to-be-released Master of My Make-Believe. With the help of elaborate costumes and liberal use of props, including golden pom-poms, sledgehammers, ropes and twirling umbrellas, Santi’s mesmerizing backing dancers’ moves would have upstaged anyone who lacked her overpowering stage presence.

Closing the first third of her set with “Get It Up,” Santi left the stage to her dancers before returning in a black-and-silver striped outfit to sing “Hold the Line” alongside a giant white horse. She then welcomed a big chunk of the crowd onstage to dance along with her to “The Creator.” But it wasn’t just onstage revelers getting loose—David Byrne, the legendary leader of the Talking Heads, who knows a thing or two about over-the-top, well-choreographed performances, danced along in the balcony. Opener Spank Rock later joined Santi to rap through a verse of “Shove It” before returning once more to finish the two-song encore with “B.O.O.T.A.Y.” —Dan Rickershauser

Photos courtesy of Andie Diemer | issuu.com/andiediemer/docs/portfolio

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Just Passing Through

January 18th, 2012

Portugal. The Man – The Bowery Ballroom – January 17, 2012

(Photo: Gregg Greenwood)

On top of all the other things that make New York City a AAA-rated live-music town is that it’s a place you often have to go through on your way to somewhere else. So, as the guys in Portland, Ore.-based Portugal. The Man ready to cross the ocean to support the Black Keys in Europe and play some festivals and dates in Australia, they found themselves in town, and what better way to spend time here than with a couple warm-up shows? Tuesday night’s gig at The Bowery Ballroom was a free event put on by Pandora for lucky die-hards, the second event of what the Internet radio station hopes will be many to link fans with the bands they “click through” on Pandora.

As the show launched with a short spasm of instrumental jamming, it appeared that the sponsor of the night was a perfect one. The set proceeded like a Pandora station with stream-of-consciousness linking of genres and influences. The band bubbled up some straight rock, punk, reggae and plenty of are-we-on-acid psychedelia, dropping in covers of the Beatles, Oasis and Mott the Hoople’s “All the Young Dudes” while always maintaining their unique Portugal. The Man-ness. The first thirty minutes were a continuous in-your-face block of interlaced songs, tight jams, flashing lights and smoke machines. And when it seemed the energy couldn’t get any higher, the show settled into a nice groove, as the band highlighted songs from its entire catalog, with particular emphasis on the The Satanic Satanist and In the Mountain, in the Cloud albums.

Frontman John Gourley complained of rustiness: his hands ached after “not playing guitar all winter” (has winter even started yet?), and there were a few forgotten lyrics and bumpy finishes along the way. But the lucky attendees in the crowd barely noticed or seemed to care as they matched the band’s energy for a nonstop 90-minute show that felt like three hours and still plenty short. If this was just the warm-up, Portugal. The Man is undoubtedly ready to take on the world. —A. Stein

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Two Chances to See Jonathan Wilson

January 17th, 2012


Growing up in North Carolina, Jonathan Wilson was often surrounded by music, especially since his father was a musician and bandleader. By his early 20s, Wilson had become a musician himself, playing guitar and keys, and he formed a band with a friend. The group broke up, as most do, and Wilson wandered, living in California, Georgia and New York City before returning to California to live in the famed Laurel Canyon neighborhood. He opened a studio and produced and worked alongside the likes of Jackson Browne, Chris Robinson, Bonnie “Prince” Billy and Dawes, plus he was known for hosting jam sessions at his house. But he still had songs in his head so Wilson produced his own album, Frankie Ray, in 2007, but it was never officially released. Still, the singer-songwriter was undeterred and a second disc, Gentle Spirit (which you can stream below), backed by a full band, came out last year. And now Wilson (above, playing “Gentle Spirit”) has taken his act on the road and you can see him play the early show at Mercury Lounge on Thursday and the late show on Friday.
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Grow a Pair: Win Free Tickets to See Portlandia the Tour on 1/21

January 17th, 2012

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Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein are bringing their show, Portlandia, on the road. It’s just a six-city tour and the two dates here, on Friday at Music Hall of Williamsburg and on Saturday at The Bowery Ballroom, sold out quickly. But The House List is giving away two tickets to Saturday’s show. So if you don’t have tickets but would still like to go, try to Grow a Pair. Just fill out the form below, making sure to include your full name, e-mail address, which show you’re trying to win tickets to (Portlandia, 1/21) and a brief message explaining why Portlandia reminds you of Brooklyn. Eddie Bruiser, who thought the show took place in Maine, will notify the winner by Friday.

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Some Girls

January 16th, 2012

Girls – Terminal 5 – January 14, 2012


In case you’re wondering, yes, there are some girls in the hard-to-Google band Girls, three old-school-style backup singers who stood on their own riser and added plenty of oomph to a sold-out show at Terminal 5 on Saturday night. The singers, dressed in matching, flashy tank tops, were just one part of a variety of fashion styles on display by the San Francisco band, which included lead singer Christopher Owens in a skirt, bass player JR White in a leather jacket and a stage decorated with dozens of floral arrangements like a DIY wedding reception. The range of musical styles was just as wide, as Girls worked material from the acclaimed Father, Son, Holy Ghost album.

The set began with high energy, one of the singers screaming, “Are you ready!? Put your hands together,” like she were introducing a soul revue. The crowd responded to the bouncing music by pogo-ing in unison. The middle stretch was decidedly more mellow and lo-fi, with lots of doo-wop throwback and sing-alongs galore. As the energy worked its way back, song-by-song, it was clear that for all the accoutrements, this was truly an old-fashioned rocking guitar band at heart. The guitar playing was like a highlighter on a page of text, making sections pop out, sparking contrast and adding color with subtle riffs and some well-placed slide.

Finally, just when it seemed like Girls had shown all they had, the singer who had earlier hyped the crowd gave an “Are you ready?” scream and the band launched into the heavy Bowie-esque “Die.” It felt like the previous three-quarters of the show had been a warm-up for a completely different band, one that rattled the room with a new energy as the floor became a trampoline once again. —A. Stein

Photos courtesy of Diana Wong | dianawongphoto.com

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Black Taxi Celebrates

January 16th, 2012

Black Taxi – The Bowery Ballroom – January 14, 2012


It doesn’t get much better than seeing Black Taxi at New York City’s Bowery Ballroom on the occasion of a new album, especially with a trio of great bands preceding the four-piece. The guys in Black Taxi work so hard and play so well that a sold-out, raging celebration was a given. From the first moment to the last, the space was jamming, with the crowd raucously reacting to each infectious riff. These dudes know how to work a room, and the whole quiver of instruments came out—with a horn section to boot. It was utterly impossible to tell who was having a better time, the band or the fans.

It isn’t just because the group has so many friends or that everyone in the band is really awesome that Black Taxi has such a loyal fanbase. No, it’s because these guys are just so damn good that rocking out at their shows is, hands down, the best way to spend any given night. And it gets better every time. So if you haven’t seen them already, the next time Black Taxi take the stage do yourself a favor and make it out to support them. And don’t forget your dancing shoes. —JC McIlwaine

Photos courtesy of JC McIlwaine | jcmcilwaine.com

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Scud Mountain Boys Are Reunited and Playing Tonight

January 13th, 2012


When you think about it, most musical genres really cover more than one type of music. But people are still quick to apply labels, so country-tinged music that delves into rock and punk somewhere along the way became alt-country or, even better, y’alternative. Think Gram Parsons or Uncle Tupelo, which begat Wilco and Son Volt. Along those lines came Scud Mountain Boys, out of Northampton, Mass., blending country music with ’70s rock. The band’s first album, Pine Box, came out in 1995. And despite it only being released on cassette, the quartet—Joe Pernice, Stephen Desaulniers, Tom Shea and Bruce Tull—began to gain some attention. But it wasn’t meant to last. By 1997, after releasing two more LPs, the group had broken up with each band member going his own way. Pernice, who went on to form Pernice Brothers, says the bandmates “hadn’t spoken a single word between us in 14 years.” But following the death of a friend he reached out and a reunion show of sorts occurred last summer in Boston. And now the whole band is back together and you can see Scud Mountain Boys (above, doing “”) tonight at The Bowery Ballroom.

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Talent Beyond Their Years

January 12th, 2012

King Krule – Mercury Lounge – January 11, 2012

(Photo: Dan Rickershauser)

The 17-year old British phenom Archy Marshall, who performs as King Krule, is often cited for the seeming dichotomy between his appearance (lanky, fresh-faced) and his singing voice (deep, resonant, mature). While this may be a charming contradiction, there was nothing precious about King Krule’s performance at a sold-out Mercury Lounge last night—just some solid music from a band that, yes, happens to be quite young. Having only begun performing in the US a few months ago, Marshall displayed confidence with minimal bravado, focused and rarely cracking a smile.

Over the course of a concise set, the band played several numbers from King Krule’s recent self-titled EP along with older numbers (“Baby Blue,” “Greyscale”), lo-fi gems that Marshall originally recorded in his bedroom under the moniker Zoo Kid. As both Zoo Kid and King Krule, Marshall grabs influences from a range of sources, with hints of jazz, soul, sentimental ’50s rockabilly, and even hip-hop and spoken word, as demonstrated on songs like “A Lizard State.”

That song’s frenzy was countered by “Bleak Bake,” from the new EP, which found Marshall playing a jangly riff on his guitar over a subtle dub beat while affixing his eyes on the crowd in a direct, piercing stare before beginning to sing with a calm, laconic delivery. Modestly thanking us for coming out, King Krule ended the set with crowd favorites “The Noose of Jah City” and “Out Getting Ribs,” similar in their hypnotic, looping sound and bleak lyrics. Certainly no youthful optimism here, and perhaps that’s why we like it. —Alena Kastin