Tonight Tonight in Music
posted by January 17 at 11:10 AMon
Born Anchors, Shark Lake, Loving Thunder, 1-2-1-2
(Comet) It could be that I’m listening to Shark Lake on the first sunny day of 2008 (so my brain is overdosing on feel-good vitamin D), or it could be that the local band’s grungy indie rock really is reminiscent of early Built to Spill and Sebadoh in a really sincere way. I don’t know, it’s only a few songs that I’ve heard at this point, and it’s really pretty outside and they’re singing about naming a baby Rainbow so it could all just be fitting together really well and, hell, it might at least be worth it to go check ‘em out at the Comet tonight, right? 1-2-1-2 couldn’t be more different, though. I mean, I suppose they could. But anyway, they play sorta sleazy synthesizer jams with drum machines. If Shark Lake are a band from the past, they’re a band from the future. Tonight’s about time travel. 1.21 gigawatts. Warm up the DeLorean. MEGAN SELING
Sound Tribe Sector 9
(Showbox at the Market) February 2007 was the last time Sector 9 landed at the Showbox; after a first set of loopy atmospherics, the second half of the show turned into a surprising, guitar-shredding rage-o-rama. It’s common for the Bay Area quintet to teeter between swoop-and-whoosh coffee-shop electronica and dead-on, dub-inflected, breakbeat electro. When they hit the latter, the music they make is almost certainly beamed in from some other-dimensional space rave light years away. The music—purely instrumental head candy—ain’t for everyone, but with two shows in town this time around, it’s clearly for a lot. To paraphrase the title of a recent cinematic masterpiece: There Will Be Drugs. JONATHAN ZWICKEL
From The Score:
Seattle’s most enduring and unpredictable experimental music group is not named after a soft-focus 1970s porno film, as you might think. With a moniker borrowed from an Edwardian-era tobacco tin, Climax Golden Twins have been fashioning singular and brilliant music since 1994.
Core members Robert Millis and Jeffery Taylor along with occasional collaborators—including drummer Dave Abramson, Jesse Paul Miller, and Scott Colburn—sumptuously blend field recordings, odd electronics, and vintage 78 rpm records. Recently, Millis told me that CGT “have become more of an improv/rock/noise/free hillbilly/collage band with a drummer… or something like that.”
Here, they perform the song “I Fucked Chopin”:
This great bassist found fame in the 1970s with one of the era’s seminal fusion outfits, Return to Forever. In those halcyon days, Clarke and Weather Report’s Jaco Pastorius redefined the bass guitar with rapid, flamenco-inspired melodic riffs. On his latest disc, The Toys of Men (Heads Up/Telarc), Clarke occasionally detours into smooth ballads but still fires up the funk. Through Sun Jan 20. Jazz Alley, 2033 Sixth Ave, 441-9729, sets at 7:30 and 9:30 pm, $27.50.