Upstairs, at Hazlewood, there’s a peephole in the wall. On the other side of the wall, as seen through this peephole, peculiar stuff is going on…

A sepia man? Burt Reynolds, perhaps? In an airline captain's suit? And a dashing mustache? Just standing there, looking quite manly, indeed? A common enough sight. BUT WAIT! Look closer…

YES! Women! Naked booby women! With mustaches! Adoring the mustache man! Worshiping him! Like their dark and dirty mustache king! Like their naughty mustache GOD! On the filthy floor! WHAT PRECISELY IS GOING ON HERE, Hazelwood?
I demand an answer. I demand an answer now.
I'm waiting.
(What’s "Hazlewood"? Good question. There is this remarkable little brown café in Amsterdam. The name I completely forget. It lives katty-corner (kitty-corner? whatever.) from Waterloo Flea Market, just across the train tracks. I’ve taken the looong train ride up those tracks from the Red Light District, where usually stay of course (across from a club called “The Cock Ring”—God bless Amsterdam), at least five or six times, because I fell in love with the place so hard the first time I saw it. It is small and shadowy and a little swank at first sight—shabby-chic chandeliers, taxidermy, velvet curtains—but upon closer inspection, the place is kind of just stapled together. Which makes it even better somehow. It has an able enough bar, it is rarely over-full, it’s always playing the perfect song at the perfect volume at the perfect moment, and its upstairs is an ideal place to find a private nook, stretch out, relax, sip cool drinks. Well, Hazlewood is exactly like that. Only not in Amsterdam. It’s in BALLARD. On Market Street. (2311 NW Market) So lucky me. Us. Whatever.)
You thought 2-Step and Speed Garage were the only casualties of the Millennium Bug right? Although the widespread popularity of the glittery, syncopated, uptempo urban dance genres quickly fizzled in the 00s, the rhythms and vibes have continued to fuel the London underground. Influenced by Hardcore and Drum and Bass and subsequently influencing Dubstep and Grime, 2-Step has resurfaced under a new name, Funky or UK Funky.
Stick Up Skank by Dotstar aka Lagosboi, really hits me in the sweet spot. Rhythmically spirited drum programming and simple, clever lyrics combine to create an effervescent summer jam. This tune already has its own dance and has spawned countless youtube tributes.
Dotstar aka Lagosboi's Myspace page featuring a collection of great youtube tributes.
Visit UKFunky.com to listen and legally download some tunes.
Check out Stick Up Skank in the mix here.
The most excellent New Zealand rock band the Clean will be playing Chop Suey, just as summer is waning. I’ve been waiting about a quarter century to see them. Oh happy day.
I love how the Clean can drone on like John Cale-era Velvet Underground and also write very tight, bouncy pop tunes with equally keen instincts.
UPDATE: Kinski's Chris Martin told me last night that the Clean's N. American tour now is in doubt due to a financial dispute (yeah, it's that vague). Also, Merge Records is releasing the new Clean album, Mister Pop, Sept. 8. I'll keep you posted on further tour developments.
Below is my favorite Clean song, done live in 2007 (but cruelly cut short in its prime), with Seattle quartet Kinski's version below that.
But if any of you don't, just play these. I'm not saying a thing. Just play them.
Seattle's the Quiet Ones have three brothers from Tennessee in the band. The Tottens: John, David, and Chris. Being brothers, they argue and curse at each other. But they also write and play some of the finest songs an ear can hear. Solos and melody rip and make love to an indie rock sound. They have a new album coming out called Better Walk Than Ride Like That. They recorded it themselves, mixed and mastered it themselves, and are releasing it on their own label In Advance Records.
Album release: June 18th at the Crocodile with Marty Marquis (Blitzen Trapper) and Kinski.
The Quiet Ones: "Girls and Uniforms"
Brother John Totten (vocals, bass, guitar) talked about recording the album:
How did Better Walk come together?
John: All sorts of ways. We started recording a long time ago back when we still lived in Tennessee and the recording continued across the country as we gradually made our way to Seattle. It’s co-produced by myself and Mason Neely. We started out with portable hard disk recorders. I had a Korg 16 track and Mason would dump the tracks into Digital Performer. Then I switched to 4 track cassette for a while. Then I got this thing called a computer and it was like that song from Aladdin, "A Whole New World". I started on Logic. Then I met Better Walk engineer and future Quiet One bass helper John Herman (who also mastered the album) and we started recording with this big board and Sony Vegas in his bedroom upstairs in my house. The next step was Pro Tools. We went over to Phil Peterson's (Kay Kay & His Weathered Underground) house and recorded some more. And seeing as how technology is cyclical, my brother David and I went back to 4 track cassette for the most recent song on the record "Valerie". Our mantra when recording is, "There is no shitty recording gear, only shitty performers.” We used all kinds of crappy mics and preamps. Sometimes, we would put one Radio Shack mic on the drums and we would keep that take.
One Radio Shack mic for the drums? Get off. Which song is that? What was the mic placement?
A new song actually, called "E.K.G.” Yeah, one Radio Shack mic. To me, it creates this Bonham-esque sound. The placement was just on the other side of the room.
The Quiet Ones: "E.K.G."
Where did you mix the album?
In my bedroom. Our friend Troy Brandt who also worked on all the BOAT records came over and was gracious enough to sit in my underground bedroom with me for months and mix. The rumor goes that the first U.S.E. record was recorded in that exact bedroom in West Queen Anne.
What was the hardest thing about doing the album yourself?
The biggest challenge was how much time it took. I retook vocals so many times. And bass. And guitar. Convincing people who are playing the instruments I don't to come sit with me in my bedroom for hours and let me engineer their drums or whatever. Also, when you record yourself, you know that it's free to keep working on a song. So sometimes, it can lead to working on a song for years. I think "Biggest Loves" went through about forty-three different versions. It's still not perfect though. And it shouldn't be.
Why did you decide to do it yourselves?
Money. I don't think we'll ever pay for studio time. We recorded one time at Bear Creek in Woodinville, not for the Quiet Ones but for a different project. That was the closest I've ever been to selling all my records to pay for a studio, but in the end I realized I can record an album for basically free. I'd rather do an album on a mini-cassette recorder than pay for a studio. If anything was ever good enough for Robert Pollard, it's more than good enough for us.
When you all set out to record the album, what type of album were you going for? Did you have anything specific in mind?
We never have a concept for our albums. We record on a song-by-song basis. After a couple years of doing that, ideally we realize we have a coherent album on our hands. It usually hits me in the shower. I'll be lathering up or something and a bell will go off and I'll say to myself, "Oh shit, those songs go together real good." And then there's the album. I guess I wanted this album to be really eclectic and it ended up being so.
What kind of 4 track do you use? And I love the word lather. Thank you.
I think it's a Yamaha. It belongs to Double D (brother Dave). He recorded all of Valerie on it and when I heard it I begged him to put it on the album. But there was a lot of tape hiss. So we decided to re-track it using the 4 track as much as possible. Even if it's just running the audio through the machine into Pro Tools I like it better. Must be the preamps or something. When I say we used 4 track, I mean it was a very mixed media thing. Eric from Blitzen Trapper told me that all of "Wild Mountain Nation" was recorded on the same exact machine and I kind of challenged myself to use it more but to do a whole album on it requires a magic touch that I'll never have.
(John breaks down the recording of a song after the jump. He also talks about fighting one of his brothers, and the South.)
Picture: Kaija Cornett
Butt of the joke: Eminem was in on the Bruno stunt
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Worst music ever: New Brokencyde video!
Ex-Seattle/current Berlin experimental-techno star Bruno Pronsato revealed today that he will be playing Decibel Festival this year (Sept. 24-27). Maybe our city will show the man the respect and appreciation it never really gave Pronsato while he dwelled here.
Also, I'm listening to Bruno's forthcoming The Make Up The Break Up and finding it to be an intriguing, compelling excursion into strange tonalities and unpredictable rhythms. Do not expect an Ibiza anthem...
ADDENDUM: There's a sample of a gorgeous song by a vocalist who once sang with the Velvet Underground in the 38-minute track mentioned above. Really creative use of an obscure classic tune...
This week Patrol release their second full-length, Zirconium, and they're celebrating with a CD release show at the Sunset tomorrow night. Lesbian, Bronze Fawn, and Wildildlife are also on the bill—it will be awesome. Want to go for free? Just send an e-mail to freetickets@thestranger.com with Patrol in the subject line and you'll be entered to win a copy of the new record and get on the guest list for tomorrow's show (with a +1!).
Good luck! Hear some of Patrol's new songs at their MySpace (be sure to check out "Summer of Violence," it's my jam—love the guitar).
Nardwuar the Human Serviette interviews the Vivian Girls (awesome), and their "TacocaT = best band in the world" meme comes up within the first minute and a half. And it's on Brooklyn Vegan.
I wrote about this outfit last week after seeing them in Portland over Memorial Day weekend. Here is the song that's been living in my head ever since. Great for a sunny Thursday morning, or really any morning for that matter.
Hear more on their Myspace page.
Under normal circumstances, I probably couldn't post this on a blog ostensibly dealing with "nightlife." Fortunately for me, tomorrow night the Seattle Art Museum is open late for REMIX, their monthly first Friday event "geared towards adults ages 25-40." (Is that a demographic? Are we IN that demographic, guys?) My band will be playing, DJs I like will be playing, fashion will be showed and burlesque will be burlesqued. It's going to be a really good time. But that's not what I want to talk about.
You need to see this exhibition by Titus Kaphar. The Yale grad in the newsboy cap is doing really brave work about race, miscegenation and American history. History in the Making is on display at the Seattle Art Museum until September 7th and if you can't go tomorrow night, I encourage you to go, alone, in the middle of the day, to let these large-scale works affect you. Kaphar uses tar on canvas. Sometimes he tars an entire painting. He rips canvases apart. He cuts them, so that figures fall down. He inserts an image from one painting into another, creating what he calls a "conversation" and what acts as an awesome interruption of the dominant narrative. I imagine his work might rattle some people, while making others feel intensely satisfied. Either way, he calls history as "we" know it into question, opening up infinite possibilities of "What if...?"
Narrows (featuring members of Botch, Unbroken, and These Arms Are Snakes) recently released their debut album New Distances on Deathwish Inc. This is the first video from the record, for the song "Gypsy Kids."
Warning: It's safe for work only if you're allowed to watch fucked up, gory-to-the-max shit at work. Song is killer, though! (Ha, ha, get it?) Slow, heavy, I liked it—I just couldn't stomach the video once the human dissection started.
Good morning!
Metric, Sebastien Grainger
(Showbox at the Market) Metric may not be the most popular act to emerge from Canada's storied Broken Social Scene—that would probably be unlikely iPod darling Feist—but they're certainly the most winningly poppy and polished. Their new album, Fantasies, is another fine collection of impeccably catchy, synth-tinged rock songs, kicked off by the truly killer single "Help I'm Alive," in which frontwoman Emily Haines sings about her heart "beating like a hammer," like some divine echo of the Breeders. Haines's voice is as alluring as it is authoritative, and her veteran band's arrangements are airtight. For big, glossy, whip-smart pop rock, you can't do much better. Best of all, Haines onstage is like a bag of Pop Rocks washed down with soda pop: sweet but dangerously combustive. ERIC GRANDY
Jens Lekman, Tig Notaro
(Crocodile) I was not entirely won over by my first exposure to Swedish pop dreamboat Jens Lekman, that exposure being his sophomore album, Night Falls over Kortedala. Sure, there are some improbable yet totally undeniable pop gems on the album (the awkward dinner date recounted on "A Postcard to Nina," the sweet, silly sentimentality of "The Opposite of Hallelujah"); Lekman ably twists golden-age doo-wop and soul to his own modern ends, and it's all endearing enough. But you have no idea how fucking endearing the guy actually is until you see him perform live, where he pairs his honey-dripping baritone with cutesy dance moves and utterly charming between-song banter. If you don't fall head over heels for Lekman upon seeing him play live, you have a heart of stone or, to quote the RZA, ears of corn. ERIC GRANDY
Neko Case, Jason Lytle
(Paramount) I'm one of the tiny minority who didn't really enjoy Neko Case's 2006 album, Fox Confessor Brings the Flood. I could appreciate that it was musically an exceptional work, but I think my issue had mainly to do with the fact that I love her earlier, big, blowsy country numbers—Tammy Wynette by way of pulp-fiction crime novelist Jim Thompson—so fucking much that it hurts. But Case's newest album, Middle Cyclone, combines the folksier feel of Fox Confessor with her earlier vocal energy. She's ready again to lead the listener to deep pits of despair and to open her soul in a beautiful, aching howl. Both sides of Case, the country chanteuse and the more obtuse artistic songwriter, have been amalgamated into one beautiful being here. It all makes sense now. PAUL CONSTANT
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