Monday, April 6, 2009

Tonight in Music: Lily Allen, Acid Mothers Temple

Posted by Megan Seling on Mon, Apr 6, 2009 at 9:00 AM


Acid Mothers Temple - "Dark Stars In The Dazzling Sky"

Acid Mothers Temple, Sonic Suicide Squad, Kinski
(Sunset) Acid Mothers Temple's music is often absurdly excessive. The Japanese group—led by ex-Mainliner member Kawabata Makoto—primarily occupy the psych-rock spectrum's noisiest node, where the MC5's Kick Out the Jams, Blue Cheer's Vincebus Eruptum, and side two of the Stooges' Funhouse exist. But they write some incredibly delicate, courtly songs in the French troubadour tradition and show an affinity for beautiful interstellar lullabies, too. Their catalog also includes a tremendous tribute to Terry Riley's minimalist classic In C. Live, however, AMT lean toward the Cosmic Inferno—an occasional appendage to their usual moniker—side of their multiple personalities. When they assume full-on nuclear-war mode, your senses will cry and spasm with overwhelming intensity. It's no fluke that one of their best albums—out of several dozen—is titled Absolutely Freak Out (Zap Your Mind!!). DAVE SEGAL


Lily Allen - "The Fear"

Lily Allen, Natalie Portman's Shaved Head
(Showbox Sodo) Lily Allen is so good at what she does it's ridiculous. Over her shiny plastic pop—soaked in kiddie ska on her debut and expanded in various directions on the new It's Not Me, It's You—the privileged young Londoner cracks wise (and sometimes even deep) about her young London life, in a sing-songy patter that draws more from Ian Dury and Gilbert & Sullivan than it does from anyone in current pop music. The whole package jells so perfectly you'd imagine Allen was simply the best/luckiest member of a burgeoning sassy, young ska-pop movement, until you attempt to cite artistic precedent and realize that this privileged smart-mouthed Brit chick is an innovator. Tonight brings the Lily Allen Experience to Showbox Sodo, and it should be an impressive collision of glossy backing tracks, self-deprecating stage patter, and, perhaps, boozy, tabloid-worthy shenanigans. (Allen is a gossip-column superstar in the UK.) Still, she's sensible even when she's raging: On the new record, the worst insult she can think to hurl at a prematurely ejaculating boyfriend is "I think you're really mean." DAVID SCHMADER

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