Hi. There's nothing going on tonight. JESUS! Nothing! Nothing on Capitol Hill that I'm going to take the time to type about, nothing in glamorous Ballard (who I'm mad at right now anyway), and if there was anything happening downtown, who'd give two shits? Precisely. There's lot's of random, general, nothing-out-of-the-ordinary bar wandering, I guess (it's spring for Christ's sake!), but that's it. IT!
Not that I'm worried for ME, of course. I'm going to Portland in 20 minutes. (I know. Stop.) And I'm drunk already . I'm just worried for YOU.
What are YOU doing?
Is anyone else kinda curious what a band called "Pain Cocktail," with this guy, pictured, on guitar sounds like? They're playing Sunday. The Central. I'm going.
photo by kjten22
Another fun fact: Did you know that this guy, pictured, was once in a band with Michael "Duff" McKagan called Silly Killers? And used to look like THIS? And THIS?!



Shellac plays Vera again tonight (and it's today's Stranger Suggest).
All photos by Rabid Child Images, see more here.
This afternoon, the biggest Beth Ditto fan ever, Perez Hilton, debuted the band's new video for the single "Heavy Cross." It's shiny.
The Gossip play the Capitol Hill Block Party Saturday, July 25th.
I'm a fan of pretty much anything John Dwyer has done musically, but for my ears, Yikes, his short-lived project between the demise of the Coachwhips and the formation of Thee Oh Sees, is the ideal amalgamation of those bands. Yikes featured Eric Park (Curse of the Birthmark) on second guitar and Mike Donovon (Big Techno Werewolves, Sic Alps) on drums. The effort produced a total of two EPs, Secrets to Superflipping, and Whoa Comas/Blood Bomb. Superflipping is the only one I've currently got my hands on, and I still don't tire of hearing it almost three years after its release.
Repetition, simplicity, and volume (three of my favorites) are paramount here, and everything gets a thick treatment of distortion.
Superflipping's second half is recorded live, and, not surprisingly, provides some of the most arresting parts on the record. "Sheets" starts in with a weighty, pounding two-chord progression as Dwyer yowls indecipherable lyrics heavy with distortion and delay. The drum beat is about as primal as one could produce, but the song flows seamlessly through to the end. The closer "Holy Hand-Shake" also employs the same one-two punch drum beat that backs most of the tracks, only this time with winding high-note guitar on one side and an effortless low-end chord progression pushing everything along from the other. Everything is deafeningly loud but catchy as Hell. Yikes! sound is harder than Thee Oh Sees, but more melodic than the Coachwhips, and thusly, precisely what I want sometimes.
Thee Oh Sees play the Crocodile Monday with Jay Reatard and Idle Times. Read Dave Segal's interview with Dwyer here.
Photo courtesy of Upset the Rhythm (Click to enlarge it) S.S. Marie Antoinette, R.I.P. And who are those two dudes in the front row?

It was awesome, right? I'm so f*#^& hungover I don't remember a goddamn thing—except the bachelorette party in matching green T-shirts, and Velella Velella sounding great, and "Awesome" sounding great, and Throw Me the Statue sounding great,* and a local music writer telling me during sets that he had to leave because the contents of his stomach were about to explode out his backside and he didn't feel comfortable with the Tractor's not-very-private men's room stall.
* Someone slipped me a copy of the new album, Creaturesque. Listened to it in the car on the way home. One of the tracks sounded stunningly simple and all rhythm and gorgeous.
Cursive and Saddle Creek Records just released the second video from Cursive's latest record Mama I'm Swollen. The song is "I Couldn't Love You" and... hey, is that chick on Lost?
Cursive play Neumo's June 23rd with Mt. St. Helens Vietnam Band.
Next week ultimate party dude Andrew WK debuts a new kids show on the Cartoon Network called Destroy Build Destroy, and all it is is a bunch of kids getting to break shit.
That is so much cooler than Mr. Wizard.

2009 marks the 25th anniversary of Prince's Purple Rain and lots of people will be (rightly) making a big stink about it. Having lived through that time, I can attest that Purple Rain was a one-of-a-kind, culture-dominating explosion: The album was #1 for six months straight, the film earned $70 million at the box office, and best of all, the whole thing was powered by great, progressive art. (If the U.S. has ever had a more artistically ambitious #1 single than "When Doves Cry," I'll eat Prince's old hips.)
Which brings us to the point of this post, made possible by the good folks at Spin, who are devoting a good chunk of their July issue to commemorating Purple Rain, most notably with Purplish Rain, a full album of Purple Rain covers that will be available as a free download for Spin readers and subscribers. Find the full track-and-cover-artist listing for Purplish Rain here, and while you're there, do yourself a favor and check out the amazing preview track, in which lifelong Prince lover Greg Dulli and onscreen Prince lover Appollonia make something new and beautiful of Purple Rain's and indeed Prince's greatest song.
Geekologie has the story: A band in Britain uploaded their songs to Apple and Amazon and then, using stolen credit cards, bought three quarters of a million dollars worth of their own songs, netting them three hundred thousand dollars in royalties. But they got caught. Sadly, this band is not named "Coldplay."
From the L.A. Times music blog Pop & Hiss:
[R]ecent figures released by Nielsen SoundScan indicate that overall U.S. vinyl sales will once again set a benchmark in 2009, with sales up 50% through the first five months of the year.
Read the whole report here.
One wonders how many small indie shops, where many (probably most) vinyl purchases occur, aren't even calculated by SoundScan. That figure has to be significant.
The ultimate summer jam of 2009 (blah blah blah) now has a video clip, featuring bodies confined in amorphous, full-body cloth straight-jackets (as seen on David Letterman) or rolling around in humid-looking plastic bubbles while sun-yellow lights light them up from behind and a precarious ice sculpture flickers in and out. Eventually, the whole thing bursts into a kaleidoscope of psychedelic color and Brakhage-like multiple exposure:
In this week's Stranger Suggests, Dave Segal draws attention to Shellac's performance at the Vera Project:
Shellac, ArcwelderShellac frontman Steve Albini is one of those sharp-witted curmudgeons who's always seemed older than his years. Now he's nearly 47, and it doesn't seem odd that he still cranks out Mensa-level tough-guy rock that's as tense as a Mexican standoff. Shellac—which also includes drummer Todd Trainer and bassist Bob Weston—has wrenched out five riveting albums of immaculately analog-recorded dissonance and white-knuckled dynamics. Go for the tightly executed molten rock; stay for the barbed between-song witticisms. (Vera Project, Seattle Center, 956-8372. 7:30 pm, $13/$12 with club card, all ages.)
Cylob plays at the Re-bar tonight with other electronic music performers, as featured in Data Breaker:
Erictronic, Citizen Mor, Naturebot, Cylob, Hecate, Cursed ChimeraWhat makes Cylob's productions stand out from the teeming IDM geekosphere? It's a combination of incredibly strange textures, manically funky rhythms, and a wacky sense of humor that usually doesn't annoy (his attempts at throwback electro, replete with Stephen Hawking throat-box vocals, however, smack of broad parody). Cylob's more recent works hone the sublimely quirky electro he cultivated in the '90s into less manic but no less scintillating listening experiences, even if I will miss the lubricious likes of "Smack 'Em Up Sharp" and "Cum to Me Baby."
And from this week's Up & Comings:
No Age(Triple Door) Tonight, as part of the Seattle International Film Festival, L.A. noise punks No Age will perform an original, never before heard score for Jean-Jacques Annaud's 1988 film The Bear. All I remember about this movie is the scene where the orphaned baby bear eats a psychedelic mushroom and everything starts to look like it's coming through a prism or a kaleidoscope. No Age should really have some fun with that one. But given their facility with distressed, color-bleeding ambiences, tension-building guitar loops, and balls-out rhythmic racket, they should have no problem scoring the whole film in high style. ERIC GRANDY
Secret Guests, The Whore Moans, Speaker Speaker, Wallpaper, The Greatest Hits and the Raggedy Anns(Underground Events Center) The Underground Events Center is too finished to really feel like a basement, but for tonight, let's pretend that it's exactly that. Should be easy enough—with no windows or doors to open, the show will be hot and sweaty and loud enough to boil the wax in your ears (ew). Therefore, it will be awesome. The Whore Moans are messy, fast, and fun rock and roll with some blues, punk, and seizures thrown in for texture. Speaker Speaker aren't nearly that gnarly, but they have moved away from the bright pop that they started with, instead going down a darker, more (wonderfully) aggressive path. (Similar to how 24 Hour Revenge Therapy compares to Dear You, maybe, but with fewer bum-outs.) MEGAN SELING
Grand Archives, See Me River and The Curious Mystery(Crocodile) Grand Archives play tonight's Noise for the Needy benefit on the heels of what looks like one hell of a European tour with Wooden Birds. Not sure if their travels will result in them breaking out any new material tonight, but I do know that every time that Mat Brooke and company sing the word "terrified" on their album-opening "Torn Blue Foam Couch," I feel gently lifted. Seriously, go listen to that song again if you haven't in a while. It is a motherfucking solid. See Me River are a folk ensemble led by the dour baritone of Kerry Zettel; they sound like they all basically live in a dark, cavernous basement tavern (oh, wait). Their song "Don't Pray for Blood" is a perfect mix of rousing and doomed. The Curious Mystery's best country-tinged songs go beyond mere melancholy into full-blown narcotic nod, only to come alive again via some seriously rocking rhythms. ERIC GRANDY
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