Showing posts with label Live Music Review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Live Music Review. Show all posts

Monday, November 12, 2012

Live show: Psychic TV at Rotture, 11/10/2012


First of all, hi everybody! First post here. I'm me, you're you. I write things sometimes! You read things (I hope) sometimes! Introductions over. Let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?

I just got home from seeing Psychic TV headline a four-band set, and boy are my legs tired. I'd have said arms, but as it turns out, I don't stand on those for hours, and I drove home instead of flying.

First things first.

Today, I learned that if you're talking to someone about rigging up a show review, and you ask for a guest list spot +1, that you should make sure they actually confirm it in writing before you assume they're going to go ahead and let you in. You see, when you assume, you have to get to have a brief argument very friendly chat with a fermented pile of elephant spunk very friendly fellow in a cheap beautiful suit who is drinking on the job just trying to protect his financial interests. He lets you know that "it's my show, and I can't honor that." So, me and my +1 decided, after some deliberation (okay, it mostly involved shrugging our shoulders indifferently and stating "well, we're already here") to just get over it and pay our door charges and go in.

And then you have to get on the Internet and complain about it. Done.

ALSO, there was a concert. Which I saw.

The lineup was Psychic TV, DBC (apparently this stands for 'Dangerous Boys Club'), King Dude, and Vice Device. Psychic TV is currently on a mini-tour in support of their first release in several years, a 12" single titled Silver Sundown Machine vs. Alien Lightning Meat Machine.

I have absolutely no idea what order the openers played in, so I'll just go chronologically.

The first band played their entire set before I managed to make it through the line, but I listened very intently through the wall outside. It was, to my trained ear, something like thuddity-thuddity-thuddity-RAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHH; when I got in, my +1 noted that one of the openers had just finished a sound check. That was their set, as it turns out. Not much to say about that, aside from that someone made a confusing booking decision there.

The next band, whoever they were, was great! They probably practiced for at least five hours in one of their parents' basements, and were doing a grand job with the snare drum that one of them got in sixth grade band class and the Casio they found in a dumpster outside of Best Buy. (Full disclosure: It probably was not a Casio. I'm pretty sure about the sixth grade band class thing, though.) After a few songs, I was suddenly glad that when I was in grade school that the band teacher refused to let me play the drums. If I had boobs and a Chelsea haircut, that totally could have been ME up there.

After the second band finished up their three song set, I went outside and chatted for what seemed like long enough to miss the entire third set in its entirety, but I managed to only miss the setup of said third set.

The third band was the most interesting and alarming opening act yet, for a number of reasons:

1.) The set was played entirely by a fog machine. I don't think there were any people actually on stage. This is a clear indication that Skynet has become self-aware. Sorry to break this to you when all you wanted to do was read a blog post. We're all screwed. That, or they just used too much fog so we could see that they had LASERS. Not really sure which, but I haven't seen that much smoke in one place since a friend of mine accidentally ignited about a pint of flash powder he was holding. Protip: Don't do that.  EDITOR'S NOTE:  I was there.  Really, don't do it.

2.) While I didn't actually recognize any of the songs, I am 100% certain that I heard them all at concerts between 1992-1995. This is a clear indication that that guy from the venue, whom I previously identified as a very friendly fellow, saved the world by destroying causality and sending us back a decade to stop the terminators before it's too late.

3.) I know that for effect, I'm supposed to have three things, but I don't, so I'm just going to use #3 to state that. There you are, then.

They also seem to have played about three songs.

So, then Psychic TV came on, they pulled out all the stops, probably dosed the entire venue with some sort of hallucinogen, and started doing their thing.

I had been initially informed that Genesis P-Orridge was done touring, so was totally unsure what to expect from the show if the only static member of the band was not actually performing with them. Apparently, however, rumors of Genesis having retired from touring have been greatly exaggerated, because there (s)he was on stage, singing and chatting away. It took me about half a song to determine to any degree of certainty that it WAS Genesis, as prior information had stated that (s)he was not going to be there, but if it wasn't him/her, then they had signed on a very impressive doppelganger who was exactly as off-key as I remember Genesis being from what I could recall from my dabbling in Throbbing Gristle/Psychic TV in my youth. That's right. I experimented as a kid. C'mon, didn't we all?

Also curious: I think Psychic TV played about three songs too. They spanned nearly 2 hours, though. See what I mean about having three things here?

Anyway, I recognized exactly none of the set, having not listened to any of their 2,540 albums* beyond a handful of songs in the 90s, but I like to think that gave me a nice, clean, unbiased slate.

* - Give or take. They might have only put out 2,538. There was that one year where they put out an album every 95 minutes month, after all...

So, we stood around, soaking in an darker set of songs than I expected, which frequently seemed to channel Black Sabbath or Pink Floyd. They were pretty solid, considering that this was stop number two on a Very Small Tour, and they mostly packed the house, which is not too shabby for a band whose core fan base probably already died/went permanently insane from an overdose of something.

I did not, unfortunately, manage to catch any names of the people who were performing with him while they were doing the mid-set introductions, but the guitarist was David Della Rocco.


Who knew he could play guitar?!

Also of note: There were a surprisingly large number of dudes with Rip Van Winkle caliber beards in that place. I am unsure of the significance of this. Discuss.

EDITOR'S NOTE:  Shad isn't sick, precisely, but neither is he well.  Thanks for the great first post!

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Friday, December 18, 2009

Sparkle Girl reviews Dick Dale, KING OF THE SURF GUITAR!!!



Hello, it is I, your humblest translator. There were some technical difficulties, otherwise this would have been Sparkle Girl's first solo post, so I will again function as trance medium, summoning her ebullient reviews from the otherworld that is Craigslist! Thanks, Michele, I love this stuff. You rock!

Well folks, last night I went to see Dick Dale. I have been wanting to see him for quite the many years and finally got my head out of my spleen to do it. The evening began with me filing in right on time, if not early, to get a good spot in front of the stage. Luckily when I got there everyone was sipping cocktails at the tables, so getting a spot was no problem (thank you rock gods). The show started with a retro band called Tana and The Fascinators. From the first two chords the guitar player strummed I knew they were going to be good. Their style was neo-40's with a tattoo touch of class, making them Portland perfect. They dressed in period clothes, to a t, and looked sharp doing it. Tana the songstress opened her set with the French classic "cou cou"(i will admit i was notably impressed, as I speak French fluently and her accent wasn't too bad). Rounding out her set were other such classic jazz standards as "dir mir bis du chein"(please forgive the spelling), an instrumental version of "life is a cabaret" and finishing off with "it aint what you do." Tana and The Fascinators is the kind of band you would have at an upscale wedding, only Tana is so beautiful she would upstage the bride. Maybe you could see her perform in some sweet ‘hole in the wall’ jazz club, under a bridge, in some seedy dusty neighborhood, after a steamy rain in mid-November… ooops, I got carried away, but then The Fascinators are like that. They transport you to another time. Ya know, I almost expected to see gangsters in the corner, wearing fine striped suits, sipping umbrella-ed cocktails, and two tough guys named Tony , making sure the boss has what he wants… did I get carried away again??? Yeah, I know. And then… then … the fabulous Dick Dale came out and spanked everyone. He was awesome, telling crowd shouters to "shut up", stopping songs in the middle to hear a fan’s question. Yeah, his guitar strap was made out of a car seat belt. I see why… you had better buckle up, 'cause Dick Dale is about to drive this show 90 miles an hour. No wah pedals. No delay pedals. No flange or chorus pedals, no effects of any kind. He just came out and shredded that gold sparkle guitar like he was giving the crowd cool lessons, plain and simple. It was obvious his knowledge of chord placement was excellent, as he improvised about half his set, and the drummer and bass player payed very close attention to what Dick was going to do next so as to not mess up too much. He played medleys of great guitar songs such as “Batman” and the 007 theme song. He even came out and did a very good impersonation of Mr. Armstrong, playing the trumpet and everything, and very well I might add, not to mention playing the harmonica as well. Yes, the evening rocked on overtime without a hitch. On top of all that Mr. Dale sat at the merch table taking all the fans in turn, to sign autographs and drop pearls of wisdom on eager ears, one by one. Yeah man, I got mine. Thank you, Mr. Dale, your next visit is anxiously awaited. Portland thinks you rock, and so do I ,,,,,,,,,,,,,sparkle girl...............,


See what I mean? Awesome. Let's hope these keep coming. And on a personal note I realize I have been a bit deficient in my own posting. Hopefully I can remedy that with some new stuff over the weekend, and especially my interview with Mike Kirkland- NYHC veteran, founding bass player of seminal metal band Prong, and now Soundco Records guru and member of The New Evils. It's going to rock!
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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

SparkleGirl's review of Hockey/Passion Pit at the Crystal Ballroom

























I don't really know if that is what Sparkle Girl looks like, it was just one of the first Google image results to pop up.

So, this review is not written by me. Let's get that straight. All I've done is read me some Craigslist music postings, found me a fantastic show review, and learned y'all with some repostin'. Also I have done some minor edits to tame the truly berserk ellipses and... well, what do you call an ellipsis made out of commas? I digress...

Some may say that reposting someone else's article without asking them is inappropriate. To them I say: Fuuuuuuuck you. I have indeed contacted Sparkle Girl, to let her know that her review was awesome and that she should consider writing for Crappy were she so inclined. I haven't heard back from her, but at least I've tried. Besides, it was on Craigslist!!! So, without further ado, here is her review.

Hello folks, this is the first of many show reviews I will be posting in the coming weeks. Last night I went to see Passion Pit and Hockey. Now, I will admit I have been looking forward to seeing Passion Pit for months. I love the song they play on the radio, plus the show was at the Crystal Ballroom, one of my favorite venues, so I was in a great mood... notwithstanding that I went alone, again. Even so, I am a short girl so I always make my way to the front of the stage, usually on the left side, so needless to say I had a commanding view of the stage, as usual. Hockey played first. They do have a popular song on the radio at the moment, which led me to believe they might be good. The first song passed and I was definitely not impressed… 4 minutes later song number two was over and I was checking out the set list to see how many songs they still had left. Song after song ... I couldnt wait for the end. The drummer and the keyboard player played to each other- they actually had some talent , but the guitarist and the singer were uber boring and the bass player played only the top two strings… or I should say the bottom two strings, which led me to believe he was afraid of the other two strings, as he never touched them. OMG. Did I say the guitarist was boring? I meant he did nothing worth noticing, and as for the singer I think he looked about 12 years old...not to mention their radio hit did not come through favorably in their live performance. It was dry like old white toast. Or dry young white toast. They also had a filler entertainer named Anja Maria who has a song on a movie or t.v.show about teenage vampires. She played her two songs and left promptly. Her songs were short and cute, like her and did not totally suck. “Satellite Heart” is her song, which I understand has some accolades. Passion Pit played next and they had lots of energy and bad shoes. I have a long standing motto,"Never trust a woman in Keds." How did an entire band of boys find women’s shoes in their sizes? Plain white Keds. Is this some kind of nightmare? A bad joke? An alternate reality where low rise, tight pegged pants and women’s shoes are in style??? Where the heck have I been?? I thought I was imagining it the first time I saw it when Hockey came out in the same outfit, but no, Passion Pit came out wearing the same garb, and bad garb at that. I thought that maybe Keds had given these kids a sponsorship. I mean free is free… In any case, on with the show. Did I mention I love Passion Pits' song "The Reeling"? Yeah, they played that last, and half the song was pre-programmed (which always bums me out when bands do that ), but by the third song I had figured "how can one make a mediocre song sound pretty good?" Have Passion Pit play it! The singer sang all his songs in a falsetto voice(which was annoying after about the fifth song) and near the end he could not contain it any longer and his voice started cracking. The drummer had a beautiful silver metal flake DW set that he only messed up on twice the whole night . The percussionist was quite extra and provided no real ooomph.. I will admit that the keyboard player and bass player were so uninteresting I did not look at them more that twice... sorry boys. However, I was standing next to two of the silliest boys, which made the evening quite interesting and fun even if the music was a let down. This review is by SPARKLE GIRL,,,,,,,,,,, be sure and look out for SPARKLE GIRL'S TOP TEN LIST OF THINGS THAT DON'T SUCK,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

See what I mean? Awesome, huh. After having edited that I realize that it was probably written on a cell phone. So, thanks to Sparkle Girl for being a guest blogger. If you're SG, or know her, get in touch with us.

Oh come on! You don't think I'd leave it at that, did you? A little digging comes up with a Portland band called Left Hand Zero, whose drummer (note the attention to Passion Pit's kit above) is one Michele "Sparkle Girl" Gomez. Oh really? So maybe this is what Sparkle Girl really looks like...
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Friday, March 20, 2009

Live Music Review: A Cautionary Tale 3/18/09 @ The White Eagle


Nick O'Donnell of A Cautionary Tale (it was really that orange!) Photo by Goldie Davich

I walked into the saloon with the a mission. I wanted to encapsulate the band I was about to see into a custom fit genre. We've talked a lot about genre these days. How describing bands sound is an annoying task. I wanted to do it for this band because from what I could tell from listening to their Mysapce there were no clear veins to start with. A Cautionary Tale's Myspace page headline reads "gleefully unmarketable". They know they don't quite fit in. I haven't heard any band in town make music that sounds anything like it.

Summing up A Cautionary Tale's sound:

Stephen Malkmus makes comfortable and unexpected love to Friends of Dean Martinez on a deserted beach in the Mediterranean.

Live Music Review:

The performance was a joyful display of talent producing an edgy sophisticated sound.

Watching honest to goodness musicians practice their craft in such an intimate venue was luxurious. I wanted to have them in my back seat playing for me on the way home. The room was filled with sound, people and a soft orange glow. I enjoyed the blend of saxaphone (Chris Glabb), classical guitar (Rich Boles), slide guitar (Nick O'Donnell), steady flexible rock and jazz drum beats (Kevin Van Geem).

My favorite part was when they played this song and I really liked it and then I found out the name of the song was "Your friends are bitches". Then it was my favorite song!

A Cautionary Tale has a CD release party at Holocene Wednesday April 22nd with Grey Anne and Sleepy Eyes of Death. It will be $6 at the door.
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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Live Music Review: Meyercord @ Roadside Attraction 02/18/09

Meyercord played for a comfortably full room at the cozy Roadside Attraction. David Kyle played along for a bit and was well received. Both sounded beautiful and relaxed. That place is cool! I love the colors, the painting and the outside fire pit. I will go again. Ben Meyercord said something about they only book shows on Wednesday night... Is that true? Anyway if you are a singer/songwriter type book a show there.









All photo's by Ste. Goldie's phone.
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