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The Hush Sound and Hockey Lead a Great Bill at Webster Hall

May 10th, 2013

Greta Salpeter (vocals and keys) was interested in classical piano and Bob Morris (vocals and guitar) was into rock when they first met while still in school. They began jamming together, making acoustic music as a two-piece called the Hush Sound a few years later, but ultimately decided to go for a bigger sound, recruiting friends of Morris’s from the Chicago music scene, Chris Faller (bass and vocals) and Darren Wilson (drums and vocals). They’ve since hit the road with bands like Fall Out Boy, the All-American Rejects and Rooney, all the while recording three crowd-pleasing albums of melodic, piano-driven pop over the course of three years. And then just like that, the Hush Sound (above, doing “Medicine Man”) went on hiatus in 2009. Fortunately they couldn’t quite quit one another, reuniting last fall to tour once again.

Hockey, out of Portland, Ore., began as a five-piece before paring down to just three—Benjamin Grubin (vocals), Ryan Dolliver (keys) and Jeremy Reynolds (bass)—three years ago. But despite the band size decreasing, the sound of their mash-up of post-punk and dance punk, which has earned them comparisons to both the Strokes and LCD Soundsystem, remains as big as ever. They’ve just released their second LP, Wyeth Is (stream it below) digitally (the physical version arrives next month), and Hockey (above, playing “Too Fake” on Later … with Jools Holland) have hit the road. See them with the Hush Sound and River City Extension, Genevieve (of Company of Thieves) and Lucas Carpenter next Tuesday at Webster Hall.

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A Little Bit Weird, a Little Bit Charming and Highly Entertaining

April 4th, 2013

Darwin Deez – The Bowery Ballroom – April 3, 2013


The lights dimmed, the crowd cheered and the speakers blasted Rich Boy’s “Throw Some D’s” as Darwin Deez, the energetic pop band fronted by the guitarist of the same name, took the Bowery Ballroom stage last night. I explained to my friend, a causal concertgoer, that it’s become a trend for indie bands to kick off the night with a hip-hop track before beginning their set. However, this NYC band surprised me—instead of immediately picking up their instruments, they launched into a goofy choreographed dance before striking their first chord. It was a fun way to begin the show, and they repeated the tactic throughout the night, pausing every few songs to line up center stage and display their dancing skills (or lack thereof).

During one break, Deez announced a special guest: “Ladies and gentlemen, Willow Smith!” For a moment, it seemed as if anything was possible and Smith might actually come out to whip her hair. But another tween with long, poofy hair emerged. Deez gave her a nod, and she twisted her head violently, imitating that infamous video. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have been so surprised by the band’s delightful quirks, which came off as anything but a gimmick. Deez’s music is the aforementioned pop and goof all rolled into one distinct package, and I can’t imagine it any other way.

He’s built a loyal following by exploiting his looks (really, his locks) and his quirkiness, but even more so by displaying a keen ability to write a great pop song. And he and his band put on a great live show. The night flowed effortlessly as Deez played fan favorites like “Radar Detector” and “Constellations,” and the set hinted at some of the guitarist’s undoubtedly disparate influences, of which I can only venture a guess: the Strokes, Prince and some of that hip-hop he played. Is the band a little weird? Surely. But it’s charming and totally Darwin Deez. He’s created a sound, an aesthetic and a personality that’s all his own, in a highly entertaining way. —Alex Kapelman

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Five Questions … with Har Mar Superstar

March 29th, 2013

More than a decade ago, Sean Tillmann decided to leave behind indie guitar rock for a more crowd-pleasing, sex-charged version of R&B. And performing, often shirtless, as the dynamic Har Mar Superstar, he found a newer, bigger audience. Since then, he’s moved from Minnesota to New York City and hit the road with bands like the Strokes, Father John Misty and Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Har Mar Superstar (above, performing “EZ Pass”) has a new album, Bye Bye 17, out next month, and ahead of his show on Monday at The Bowery Ballroom with the Virgins, he exchanged e-mails with The House List while on a long drive through the Midwest where he revealed himself to be a fan of Deniece Williams“Let’s Hear It for the Boy” (“Footloose, bro”) and Philly rockers Free Energy, plus he answered Five Questions.

What’s the best part of playing New York City?
I love taking a taxi home from the show. It gives me whole new levels of partying possibilities. The show always benefits from that luxury.

Living in NYC, is there any special relevance to playing The Bowery Ballroom?
The Bowery Ballroom is one my favorite places to see shows. It’s a classic. It feels like homecoming playing there mid-tour. People are always impressed when you tell them you’re playing there.

Your fifth Har Mar album, Bye Bye 17, comes out next month. When you release new music is there some sense of relief that it’s done, or is it really just the beginning and you’re excited to play the new tunes live?
This is definitely just the beginning. I love playing live, and new songs make it so much more exciting. Bye Bye 17 is particularly exciting because the response has been huge and immediate. The songs make people pay attention.

After all these years on the road, what have you learned to make touring easier?
Touring with your friends makes everything easier. Stay at hotels with free breakfast.
Get stoned.

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?
Love songs are best when they’re sad. Real-life experience helps you channel the emotions. Next time someone tears your heart out, write a love song. It feels good. —R. Zizmor

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Veronica Falls, Surfin’ USA

March 11th, 2013

Veronica Falls – The Bowery Ballroom – March 8, 2013

(Photo: Andie Diemer)

I should mention up front that no one in Veronica Falls is named Veronica, let’s just get that cleared up right now. But the English quartet has me questioning some of the basic fundamentals of rock geography: Bands out of London aren’t supposed to sound cheery. There’s not much surfing off the British Isles and thus their rock bands aren’t supposed to be “surfy” or “sunny.” In fact, music from across the pond is supposed to be the antithesis of these things, with the folk-rock British Invasion of the ’60s essentially putting the nail in the coffin for California surf rock. This is not to say that Veronica Falls’ sound is anything particularly unusual, it’s just odd to hear an English band that’s so damn good at the rock things we consider quintessentially American.

Touring behind the recently released Waiting for Something to Happen, an album so catchy it hurts, Veronica Falls came to The Bowery Ballroom on Friday night as part of a month of American tour dates. Walking the line between indie rock and charming pop (think the Strokes produced by Phil Spector—with a female lead), there were moments in every song that rewarded careful listening, little nuggets of guitar riffs that wormed their way into your brain to take up permanent residence.

Basic drumming patterns with a seldom used cymbal took a note from the Velvet Underground playbook, setting a simple rhythm for songs like “Tell Me” for shoegaze guitars to dance around. A variety of harmonies worked their way into most songs, soothingly blissful on “Teenage,” a call-and-response on “Found Love in a Graveyard” and even boy-meets-girl vocals on “My Heart Beats.” And spearheading it all was the lead-singing guitarist, the fantastically named Roxanne Clifford, who made it no secret that she was having a great time onstage. —Dan Rickershauser

 

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Snowden Play the Late Show Tomorrow Night at Mercury Lounge

February 22nd, 2013

It began, quite literally, as a bedroom project for Jordan Jeffares. After recording demos in his Atlanta bedroom, he met other musicians who would help him breathe life into Snowden. They self-released a self-titled EP in 2005, and some of its songs then appeared on their debut LP, Anti-Anti, the following year. Their sound quickly earned them comparisons to moody NYC bands like Interpol and the Strokes—at one point the oft-traveled band was even based here—and tours with the likes of Arcade Fire, Kings of Leon and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. Snowden (above, doing “Anti-Anti” for Fearless Music) have stayed busy on the road and releasing live DVDs and EPs, and they’re finally putting out their second album, No One in Control, in May (stream one of its singles, “Keep Quiet” below). But first, they play Mercury Lounge tomorrow night.

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The Vaccines Return to Play Terminal 5 Tomorrow

January 30th, 2013

Just about three years ago, frontman Justin Young, guitarist Freddie Cowan, bassist Árni Hjörvar Árnason and drummer Pete Robertson teamed up in London to form the Vaccines. The quartet quickly became a buzz band—and earned comparisons to the Strokes, the Jesus and Mary Chain, and the Ramones—in the UK, thanks in part to a demo of “If You Wanna” uploaded to YouTube. Sold-out shows soon followed, even before the band (above, playing “If You Wanna” on Later … with Jools Holland) released their debut LP, the acclaimed What Did You Expect from the Vaccines?, in 2011. Not resting on their laurels, the Vaccines put out their second album, the equally well-received The Vaccines Come of Age (stream it below), last summer. And now that they’ve just kicked off another North American tour, you can see the Vaccines tomorrow night at Terminal 5.

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Paul Banks Stands Alone

December 17th, 2012

Paul Banks – Webster Hall – December 14, 2012

A decade ago, New York City’s music scene wasn’t as clearly stamped as it is today. The Strokes symbolized the brash, carefree youth culture that liked to rock out and party, and the avant-garde art-rock movement that now permeates Brooklyn was just beginning, but the identity was undefined and low profile. No one stepped up to make a bold statement. Then came Interpol. Their music had a tense rawness and magnitude that made you take notice, vividly representing the after-hours lifestyle that’s contributed to so much of the city’s lore. It was dark, seductive and a little bit dangerous. But most of all, it was grand.

Interpol projected a sophisticated image of slick urban bravado, lending a mystique to complement their captivating sound with lead singer Paul Banks perfectly cast as frontman: the storyteller, crafting the script to Interpol’s film noir and delivering it with a haunting and almost menacing vocal narrative. You often got the feeling he inhabited the places others would only peer into and then quickly move past. But recently, Banks has stood apart from Interpol as a solo act, and he put his second full-length album on display at Webster Hall on Friday night. Banks’s presence was such a distinctive element of Interpol that his solo material sounds like a branch of the same tree. Still, he has distinguished his new work with varied and expanded songwriting, while managing to hold on to the badass urgency that made his band so attractive.

Of course, the Interpol faithful that were lured into their world by Banks’s voice and textured guitar chords, were in attendance, but their calls for classic material were barely acknowledged, as he stood poised to assert himself as a standalone talent. The core fans weren’t entirely ignored, though, as new songs “Paid for That” and “No Mistakes” were delivered in true Interpol form, but solo-artist Banks has shed the aura a bit. As ever, his voice commanded the room, yet he seemed less guarded and a little warmer than the dark figure that’s loomed onstage in the past, proved by songs like “Young Again” and “The Base,” which were more intimate and revealing. So while many—like I—came looking for that signature visceral Interpol experience, they were pleasantly greeted by the frontman stepping out a little from behind the curtain of red light and expanding his range. —Charles Steinberg

Photos courtesy of Charles Steinberg | charlesolivierphoto.com

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The Killers Look Forward and Back

July 24th, 2012

The Killers – Webster Hall – July 23, 2012


To watch the Killers in 2012 is an act of disjointed historical remembrance. This sort of anachronism isn’t simply a product of the band’s ability to resurrect the musical genres of everyone from Joy Division to Springsteen. Because these days, the Killers turn backward twice, using old influences with a wink and trying to escape and revive the songs that made them stupidly famous in 2004. It was then that the opening five songs of their debut LP, Hot Fuss, were as ambitious and outstanding as any popular rock album of the previous decade not made by the Strokes. This is and was the past, before the band nearly broke up, before the litany of solo records that take us up to present day. This sold-out crowd in the East Village would serve as the rough approximation of now, or the scene of where we might figure out the dimensions of the word. The Killers, four guys who wanted to lionize and transcend Las Vegas, the most anachronistic place on the planet, arrived at Webster Hall with a new single, “Runaways,” and a forthcoming new album, Battle Born, rich with the interstitial tension over whether to dig up or completely bury the past.

Appropriate to this dichotomy, the band opened with “Runaways” followed by their first American radio single, “Somebody Told Me.” The packed crowd was in full throat on the night’s third song, “Smile Like You Mean It,” before lead singer Brandon Flowers asked, “Are you guys in or are you out?” perhaps unaware that these fans had either passed up or taken advantage of the huge scalping price on the secondary market. For those who passed on the urgent, big offers in the line outside, they were, most definitely, in by the time Flowers climbed his stage monitor to shout the lyrics of “Spaceman.” It only served to raise the stakes, as the band oscillated from older material, like “This Is Your Life,” and new-album cuts, like “Miss Atomic Bomb,” full of future tense fatalism—Flowers soaring on the lyric “You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.”

The main set concluded with the Hot Fuss long-form anthem, “All These Things That I’ve Done,” arriving at this denouement by way of “Reasons Unknown,” “Bling (Confessions of a King),” “Human” and the band’s first UK single from 2003, “Mr. Brightside.” But it was the present perfect tense of “All These Things That I’ve Done” that suitably served as the ending for a band standing on the very fulcrum of itself. Those in the crowd screamed the meaningless and perfect bridge, “I’ve got soul but I’m not a soldier,” along with Flowers, a slice of 2004 in 2012, these things we’ve done acting as a beacon for whatever it is that comes next. —Geoff Nelson