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Windish Agency Bands Play Mercury Lounge

October 24th, 2011

The Windish Agency Showcase – Mercury Lounge – October 21, 2011


Friday night of CMJ, with everyone a little worse for wear, found Mercury Lounge as the home to the Windish Agency showcase, although it may as well have been an echo chamber. The reverberated Gauntlet Hair took the stage in the 9 o’clock slot. The latest of the blog-to-label bands, they parlayed a snapping first single, “I Was Thinking” into an album featuring their trademark high-fret guitar-board strums and slamming drums and bass. Looking a bit like kids who might have run around in a fixed-gear bicycle gang at your liberal arts college, the band played material from their self-titled debut LP, including stunners “Keep Time” and “Top Bunk,” like Dirty Projects cuts that got dropped to the bottom of a backyard swimming pool, all glittering guitars and troubling echoes.

Up next the surprisingly charming Teen (good luck searching for them on the Internet), an all-female five-piece, claimed to be three-fifths sisters and 100 percent Canadian. Now playing in and around Brooklyn, the band was dressed to kill, eliciting drunken commentary from some grungy looking guys in the middle of the crowd, which the quintet handled and dismissed with the deftness of a stand-up comedian. Playing a tight set of dream pop, the band felt like one part Stars, one part Wilson Phillips and one part School of Seven Bells. Seeming to build converts with each passing song (the yelling dudes were now loudly proclaiming their love for the lead singer or maybe the bassist or perhaps both), the ladies in their evening wear proved to be the type of pleasant surprise that CMJ still provides.

We Barbarians, with a considerably smaller sound check and a considerably larger sound, took the stage at 11 as the most energetic three-piece of the festival. Trafficking in the kind of sound that might have kept We Are Scientists from getting kicked off Virgin/EMI, We Barbarians opened with the shimmering “Headspace,” full of banging drums and soaring guitars. Lead singer Dave Quon is a force of nature, even on the allegedly more thoughtful tracks of the band’s most recent EP, Headspace. A drummer sweating through his beard and a singer sweating through his shirt aren’t new semiotics in rock music, but there is something in We Barbarians that feels singular, loud and important. The bands would move on, perhaps to the rest of their tours or to even later showcases, and the echoes of the second-to-last evening of another CMJ would ring out without the help of a delay pedal. —Geoff Nelson

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Sub Pop Showcase – Mercury Lounge – October 20, 2011

October 21st, 2011

J. Mascis

Photos courtesy of Ahron R. Foster | www.ahronfoster.com

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Two Bands You Shouldn’t Miss

October 21st, 2011

High Road Touring Showcase – The Bowery Ballroom – October 20, 2011

Alabama Shakes

That old E. B. White line about there being three New Yorks, that of the born-and-bred, that of the commuter and that of the transplant, always feels particularly relevant during CMJ, a mixture of hardened music-industry brass, New York City bands hoping to gain national exposure and regional acts making their way to the city in hopes of the same. The 8 p.m. band, Alabama Shakes, at a uniquely focused Bowery Ballroom, represent the second, commuters playing their first New York City gig. Three hours later, UK favorites, Dry the River were making their second jaunt to the city, out-of-towners, jet-lagged and in search of that crack in the US music market. These two transients, a pair of the most compelling acts at this year’s CMJ, plied their craft with a commuters’ intensity: restless, energized and ephemeral, success to be determined by the unnamed music executives and consumers in the crowd.

Alabama Shakes looked comfortably out of place, a warm slice of rustic rock with none of the pretense of NYC bands that traffic in the same influences. There were moments that feel channeled through Otis Redding’s seminal “Try a Little Tenderness” and others where vocalist Brittany Howard—and you simply won’t hear a better voice this year—yelped and pitched with the seasick sublimity of Janis Joplin, broken and perfect and gritty. The band remains largely introverted, save for Howard’s spinning movements around the stage, even on a second-to-last roots-rock jam played for nearly seven minutes. But it’s this band’s more explosive moments that had SPIN magazine name them one of the 25 bands not to miss at this year’s CMJ. Perhaps most important, the e-mail exchange on the Blackberry of a somewhat disinterested gentleman at the upstairs bar. The addressee: Norah Jones. The subject line: Alabama Shakes.

Dry the River, a different form of New York transient, shuffled to the stage to considerably less fanfare just after 11 p.m. and with the baggage of being a major-label act overseas but a beginner to music fans here. Playing their best song, “No Rest,” first, they carried the audience, showing the scatter and wear of day three of CMJ, to the top of the room with the biggest chorus you’ll hear in 2011. Screaming “I loved you in the best way possible” has all the potential to be cloying or overwrought and yet, amazingly, never was. Another single, “Ceremony,” in a kinship relation to this broad-scope refrain, chilled the crowd with the aplomb of a tour-toughened band with a penchant for the grandiose. But it was “Bible Belt,” a song about troubling contradiction, that tied together a UK folk-rock act wistfully reflecting on the American red states and an American red-state original (yes, Alabama Shakes hung around, watching from the front row), a shared vision of having come here for a very specific reason. —Geoff Nelson

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CMJ Music Marathon Starts Today

October 18th, 2011


It’s that time of year again: 20-minute sets; in midtown one minute, the Lower East Side the next; scarfing down food with minutes to spare before the next show. From Mercury Lounge to The Bowery Ballroom and beyond, the CMJ Music Marathon is upon us. Here’re which bands we’re specifically looking forward to seeing play live. New York City quintet Caveman transfers any pop sensibilities into a dreamy landscape of lush indie harmonies through love, nostalgia and other sentiments. In support of their debut, CoCo Beware, Caveman will play 10 shows during CMJ, including the Bowery Presents showcase on 10/22 at Pianos. —Tina Benitez

The CMJ Music Marathon, now in its 31st year, is back to make five days in October seem impossible to navigate. Expect packed lineups at each venue because every band you ever wanted to see is in town. The supergroup Wild Flag, featuring Mary Timony, from Helium, and Carrie Brownstein, of Sleater Kinney among others, kicks off things tonight at The Bowery Ballroom. And at the same time Afro-punk Presents Death to Hip-Hop, featuring technical death-metal pioneers Death and Brooklyn’s own skate-pizza punk, Cerebral Ballzy, whose name really says it all. Wednesday’s pick has to be the ever-controversial indie rap group Odd Future at Terminal 5. Then on Thursday try to get into the sold-out lineup at Mercury Lounge, with garage-rock Xray Eyeballs and Florida’s Jacuzzi Boys, followed by Memoryhouse’s atmospheric shoegaze and finally, J. Mascis. You will show up at 6:30 and stay the entire night. Friday has more fuzzed-out pop with Dum Dum Girls and Crocodiles at The Bowery Ballroom, and if you sleep over, on Saturday, Gang Gang Dance’s experimental electronic beats just might give you a chance to recover. And then sleep on Sunday for 24 hours before work. That’s your CMJ. —Jason Dean

Last year I spent the majority of CMJ camped out at Terminal 5 for My Morning Jacket. But this year I plan to get around. Not everyone has an abundance of free time, so if you can only hit one show, my money’s on the High Road Touring showcase at The Bowery Ballroom on 10/20. And despite it being a stellar lineup from top to bottom, for me the No. 1 band to check out during the whole festival is Alabama Shakes (above, playing “I Found You” for Live from the Shoals). The quartet, out of small-town Athens, Ala., has a four-song EP and an incredible bluesy-soul sound. You won’t want to miss Brittany Howard’s voice. Sure, she’s a postal worker by day, but she’s a bona fide rock star by night. Don’t miss this. You’ll be able to tell your friends you saw this band at the very beginning. —R. Zizmor

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A Fat Wreck on a Saturday Night

October 25th, 2010

Fat Wreck Chords Showcase – Music Hall of Williamsburg – October 23, 2010

Me First and the Gimme Gimmes (Photo: Kirsten Housel)

Me First and the Gimme Gimmes (Photo: Kirsten Housel)

On Saturday night, Music Hall of Williamsburg hosted the Fat Wreck Chords CMJ showcase. The headliner, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes, has been a favorite of college kids and punk-rockers alike since it started cranking out punk covers of R&B, pop, country and show tunes in the mid-’90s, drawing a beer-fueled, pogoing crowd to see its always-animated live show. However, in keeping with the CMJ Music Marathon spirit of featuring newer talent, some of the bands that opened for Me First, which is also fronted by Fat Wreck Chords owner “Fat” Mike Burkett, deserve the most commendation.

High-energy rockabilly-gypsy punks Cobra Skulls—whose frontman Devin Peralta was one of the night’s most unique singers with his spitfire vocals and meshing of English and Spanish language lyrics—were first onstage. “Muniphobia” was especially great live, conjuring images of the CMJ attendee-filled subways. Next up: the Flatliners, whose track “Eulogy” was the only song of the night to get the lighter-in-the-air treatment (along with a large crowd sing-along).

Dead to Me did a furious punk set that found frontman Chicken passionately speaking about “shit that’s inside my heart,” like Arizona SB 1070. And Teenage Bottlerocket played the poppiest set of the openers, sounding like a new-era Ramones or Screeching Weasel. Its members’ desire to simply “party” and “eat pizza” added some lightheartedness to a politically fueled lineup of bands. For the 20-year-old Fat Wreck Chords, which has long been one of the most revered and respected independent punk labels, this was a great night of celebration. —Kirsten Housel

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Sometimes Bad Books Are Really Good

October 21st, 2010

Bad Books – The Bowery Ballroom – October 20, 2010

Bad Books - The Bowery Ballroom - October 20, 2010
They fumbled while tuning their guitars, nervously laughed through some banter and shouted out chord changes to one another a few times. But these signs of a new band didn’t faze the experienced members of Bad Books. “Guys, I feel awesome right now,” said cofrontman Andy Hull as they began their first-ever show. Along with Kevin Devine (who helped open the CMJ Music Marathon the night before), the members of the Manchester Orchestra make up what is known as Bad Books, a new band that Hull was sure to explain was not a side project.

As they played through their set last night at The Bowery Ballroom, the band shook off first-show jitters and began to belt out incredible material from their self-titled debut album. Up to four of the six members would sing at times, with Devine and Hull splitting the lead duties. Devine took the lead on a few joyous-sounding songs like (as they joked) their “hit single,” “You Wouldn’t Have to Ask,” and “Holding Down the Laughter.” Hull, meanwhile, was in charge of the louder, grittier fare, like “Please Move,” but also the most hushed moments: It’s a thing of beauty to watch him quiet a room with just a guitar and his voice (which he also did in an opening slot with his other other solo band, Right Away, Great Captain!).

The main set ended with a song called “Texas,” which featured just Devine and Hull, with the latter singing on guitar and the former shrouded in darkness on the drums. The entire band reformed for an encore with the 9:45 p.m. curfew looming, but instead of cutting a few songs, they smilingly hurried through them all, furiously playing a few of their own tunes from those other bands like a kid trying to finish his homework before class. —Sean O’Kane

Photos courtesy of Sean O’Kane | seanokanephoto.com

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Kevin Devine Kicks Off CMJ

October 20th, 2010

Kevin Devine and the Goddamn Band – Music Hall – October 19, 2010

Kevin Devine and the Goddamn Band - Music Hall of Williamsburg - October 19, 2010
For the first time in more than a year, Kevin Devine headlined a show with his Goddamn Band, and he celebrated the occasion by letting them choose the set list for last night’s show at Music Hall of Williamsburg. The night served as the beginning of this year’s CMJ Music Marathon, which Devine mentioned onstage, saying how hard it was for him to believe he got to do that.

The set began with a few songs that normally make it into one of Devine’s shows, but then started taking turns thanks to the Goddamn Band. A deeper cut off his 2006 album, Put Your Ghost to Rest, “You’ll Only End Up Joining Them,” made it to the stage for the first time in a while, followed by an even rarer song in “The Shift Change Splits the Streets.” The band did a lot less midset lineup changing than they have in the past, but brought out an extra man for the trumpet parts on “Fever Moon” and “Murphy’s Song.”

The second half of the show became a wild shout-along, featuring the best and most thrilling of Devine’s songs. Hearing “Noose Dressed Like a Necklace” was a treat as it brewed through its first few verses before ending in torrid screaming and slashing guitars (guitarist Mike Strandberg alone is worth the price of admission to any of Devine’s shows). Fan favorites like the blissful “I Could Be with Anyone,” “Cotton Crush” and “Ballgame” finished the hour-plus set, leaving just enough time for a two-song encore and one final split between old and new. —Sean O’Kane

Photos courtesy of Sean O’Kane | seanokanephoto.com

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CMJ Music Marathon Starts Today

October 19th, 2010


For some people, the CMJ Music Marathon, which starts today and runs through Saturday, is the most wonderful time of the year. There’s lots of live music to go around, so you know The Bowery Presents will be involved. Mercury Lounge—with the likes of Harper Blynn, John Vanderslice, Nada Surf, and Gordon Gano (formerly of Violent Femmes) and the Ryans—has a deep, disparate lineup throughout the festival.

But it’s not like The Bowery Ballroom is slacking this week, with seven bands filling the room on Thursday, including the Jezabels, a coed quartet from Sydney making their U.S. debut. Friday brings Dean Wareham, Crocodiles and Wakey! Wakey! to the venue, and Saturday is just crazy with Surfer Blood, Neon Indian, DOM and eight other cool groups. Plus there will even be a free afternoon party on Saturday at Piano’s, with six bands upstairs and five downstairs.

Of course, all of that is in Manhattan. In Brooklyn, Music Hall of Williamsburg will be doing plenty of entertaining of its own, with Kevin Devine and the Goddamn band headlining tonight, Head Automatica taking the lead tomorrow and the Pains of Being Pure at Heart as part of the Brooklyn Vegan showcase on Thursday. Blue Flowers, which began as a night of stellar music in West London and has blossomed into much more, hosts Friday’s showcase, bringing two of the hottest acts coming out of the UK right now, Chapel Club and Everything Everything—above, playing “Tin (Man Hole)” for Little Noise Sessions—to our shores.

So you’ve got an abundance of options. If you find that overwhelming and don’t know what to see, Mercury Lounge talent buyer Jay Belin offered some suggestions to NBC New York.

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Portugal. The Man: Strange Name, Great Sound

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

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

October 26th, 2009

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

Photos courtesy of Mina K

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“Yo, Tonight Rules!”

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.)

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The Temper Trap Ends on a High Note

October 23rd, 2009

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

The Temper Trap
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

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Bradford Cox Needs to Give Himself Some Credit

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

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They Leave It All Onstage

October 5th, 2009

WFMU Fest: Pissed Jeans – Music Hall of Williamsburg – October 2, 2009

WFMU Fest: Pissed Jeans - Music Hall of Williamsburg - October 2, 2009
Philadelphia sludge-noisemakers Pissed Jeans headlined Music Hall of Williamsburg on Friday, the second day of the three-day WFMU Fest. The quartet—guitarist Bradley Fry, bassist Randy Huth, vocalist Matt Korvette and drummer Sean McGuinness—recently released its latest album, King of Jeans, on Sub Pop. Both in their recordings and when they play live, Pissed Jeans wears its musical influences on its sleeve: The most prominent influences being early-’80s grunge and punk bands, like Mudhoney, and early Black Flag. On record, Pissed Jeans’ songs are slowed down, simple and almost monotonous to the ear, but live, the band creates frantic activity to accompany that sound.

At Friday’s show, McGuinness frenetically pounded his drums while Korvette lunged across the stage, mumbling and screaming his way through each song. Fry and Huth stumbled around, but kept the attention on the flailing frontman who, in turn, kept the room’s chaotic, sweat-bowl energy consistently agitated. The majority of the band’s set was material from the latest album— lyrically simple songs like “Dream Smotherer,” “Spent” and “Goodbye (Hair),” which intrinsically put a smug smile on the face of discontentment. Pissed Jeans played hard (evidenced by McGuinness’s onstage vomiting) and put on a set perfectly complementary to the sounds and sentiments on King of Jeans. —Kirsten Housel

(See Pissed Jeans at the CMJ Music Marathon at Mercury Lounge on Saturday, October 24th.)

Photos courtesy of Diana Wong | dianawongphoto.blogspot.com