A new, unsigned Bristolian pop singer/drummer with amazing hair and megaproducers Xenomania connections, Florrie has just debuted a free collection of songs yesterday, the best of which is "Call Of The Wild".
A.K.A. early-period Girls Aloud, "Leave" by V.V. Brown, and '60s beach-party spy-thrillers.
Since it's unlikely we'll ever get another Girls Aloud album, at least a decent one, we wouldn't mind if someone like this grabbed the glittered baton from them and scampered along someplace new.
by Gina Young
on Mon, Nov 30, 2009 at 8:30 PM
Okay, sorry, "tha" Crossroads. But I just couldn't bring myself to type that in the header line.
Have you seen this? Mike Thrasher presents Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, December 6th at El Corazon! Flesh-n-Bone is out of prison and back in the group, so this tour will feature ALL FIVE members: Flesh-n-Bone plus Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone and Wish Bone!
Bone Thugs is the only group in history to have collaborated with all of 2Pac, the Notorious B.I.G., Eazy-E and Big Pun while they were still alive. Bone Thugs won a Grammy for their inspired blend of machine-gun-fire rap and harmonized, holy R&B with "Tha Crossroads" in 1996. The five Ohioans have been back in the studio, working on a new album scheduled for a 2010 release.
In other sounds like "bone"-related news, Berliners are digging Bonaparte, a furry-hatted Swiss expat with absolutely no ear for pitch or melody but a positively deft way of getting in your head and setting up camp. Welcome to the song you'll be singing for the next two weeks, like it or not.
"A feature-length documentary film telling the story of Blur is due for cinema release on January 19th. 'No Distance Left To Run is directed by 32 (Dylan Southern & Will Lovelace) and is a Pulse Films production. Filmed throughout the band’s 2009 rehearsals and acclaimed summer tour, 'No Distance Left To Run' finds all four members of Blur together for the first time in nine years. With previously unseen archive material alongside new interviews and reportage, the film recounts the highs and lows of a very British band from the late '80s to their headline return at Glastonbury and Hyde Park. The result is a musing on Englishness and identity and a portrait of friendship and resolution."
by Dave Segal
on Mon, Nov 30, 2009 at 5:56 PM
DJs! Do you have in your collection tracks that will inspire "a man" to want to "f***"? (Which man is the $64,000 question, eh?) Then you might just be the right jock for Steamworks, a new Capitol Hill establishment wherein males flex their libidos in a humid environment, possibly to a soundtrack of your own devising. It could be a dream job; don't blow it.
I found out about this posting via a flyer at Platinum Records. Here is some copy from it, all [sic]:
We are looking for DJ's in the Seattle area that want to play music that makes a man want to f***...
...not dance in the isles, not want to sing along with the screaming Divas, but
DARK, heated, primal
music that makes a man just want to get down and F***! ...
We're looking for DJ's that want to play live on: Friday/Saturday nights, Sunday Evenings and/or special events. We'll hire you for a live 4 hour set at one of our clubs. We'll promote your live performance slot with our events and on our website. Your set will be down loaded into our play list and placed into our music rotation through out all our clubs for 6 months and then deleted from the play list. We have clubs in Berkeley, Chicago, Seattle, Toronto and Vancouver.
We need a 2 hour demo disc as an example of how you would play the best fuck music in the world.
You can drop off/mail your demo to Sean at the address listed on Steamworks' site. Go nuts.
Overheard in the office: "I saw Dow Constantine at the Morrissey show last night. He was buying a beer."
Meanwhile, reader Christopher Shelton writes in to say:
WTF is wrong with Seattle? Safe bet we won't be on any concert footage, with the zombie sway which is all we can muster when we are being rocked, but I was surprised as hell Mozz sold so few tickets. Weirder still, he was able to do something he could never do in the UK. He left BY THE FRONT DOOR, and HAD A SMOKE BY THE CURB. Me and my gf offered starstruck sheepish waves and he returned the gesture. So cool! While he was smoking outside, twenty feet to the south unsuspecting people were shooting snapshots of the MARQUEE and their friends. Yowza. Maybe it was politesse of people like myself not calling attention to him, but I bet a lot of kids didn't even recognize him. Real smart.
This is the cover for her new collection of brainless tunes, I Am… Sasha Fierce. How dare she, a mere ghetto flower, compare herself to one of the most noblest and rarest beings to ever come into this side of existence...
Beyonce is no where near Sade. The former is a moon, the latter is the sun. The former is all ass, the latter is all class.
by Dave Segal
on Mon, Nov 30, 2009 at 11:48 AM
Former Seattle/current Portland guitarist/pianist Eluvium (aka Matthew Cooper), one of America's foremost purveyors of drones, Roy Montgomery-like guitar meditations, and post-Eno ambient/minimalist composition, will release Similes Feb. 23, 2010 on Temporary Residence.
by Dave Segal
on Mon, Nov 30, 2009 at 11:19 AM
UPDATE: The show is canceled, according to this blog post on Less Than Jake's MySpace.
Definitive Jux rapper Cage plays the Showbox at the Market, opening for Less Than Jake (huh?). I'm not really feeling his latest album, the more rap-rock-centric Depart From Me, but 2005's Hell's Winter contains some of the most harrowing lyrics of the '00s and excellent productions by El-P, DJ Shadow, Blockhead, Camu Tao, and RJD2. Let's hope Cage performs a fair number of tracks from that work.
(Vera) What do you do when your self-destructive hardcore band finally exhausts itself? Furthermore, what do you do when one of the most embarrassingly popular modern pop-rock acts—Fall Out Boy—plagiarizes large chunks of your lyrics and attempts to pass them off as their own? Well, you take legal action against said pop band, claim a sizable chunk of cash, and begin crafting brooding bedroom electro pop for your own amusement. Such is the story for Cold Cave, the solo project of former Give Up the Ghost/Some Girls vocalist Wesley Eisold. Any hardcore kids looking for vestiges of Eisold's gritty and venomous tirades will be disappointed to hear Cold Cave's fragile and somber numbers. But anyone craving the morose electronic sounds of the early '80s will rejoice to hear this sound resurrected. BRIAN COOK See also Stranger Suggests.
Simian Mobile Disco, JDH, Dave P
(Neumos) Simian Mobile Disco's sophomore album, Temporary Pleasure, takes an approach not uncommon for marquee electronic acts—namely, calling up what seems like nearly every vocalist they've ever remixed or produced for a guest appearance. As often happens with this scenario, the results can feel uneven and cobbled together more out of expediency than out of any kind of grand plan for an album. What works: the gauzy, falsetto motorik-lite of "Cream Dream"; the corny "Audacity of Huge"; the Beth Ditto—led neon disco ballad "Cruel Intentions"; the satisfyingly sour, Hot Chip—assisted "Bad Blood"; as well as steam-building instrumentals like "10000 Horses Can't Be Wrong" and "Ambulance" and the minimally vocal "Synthesise." What fails: hip-house track "Turn Up the Dial"; "Off the Map," which criminally squanders weirdo soul singer Jamie Lidell; and the Telepathe-featuring "Pinball." What never fails: the duo's eyeball-searing, ass-moving, always incredible live sets. ERIC GRANDY
Featuring DJ Amateur Youth and DJ Mathematix (AKA Adrien Leavitt). Which is awesome in so many ways. Apparently, according to me,
DJ Mathematix is Seattle’s most prolific and high-profile Transsexual FTM DJ. (And yes, that is also a Tibetan mantra.) For the last decade Mathematix has been up to his elbows in very crammed-to-its-crannies popular Queer club night in town, including HotMess, Lick, Cherry, Vs., and more, more, MORE. Plus, he’s a pretty damn cute boy. (He looks exactly like this guy, Abe, who broke my heart in college. It still hurts. Please quit bringing it up.) Provocative? You bet your ass. And if you've shaken that ass at almost any club night in recent memory, it was probably a Mathematix mix makin' the shakin'.
Wow. I know.
$5 before 11pm, a whopping $7 after, 1114 East Howell.
(Nectar) Both Max Tundra and Deastro are prodigious, precious one-man electro-pop bands. But where Max Tundra is hyperactive (playing all parts himself, jumping from one of many instruments to another live) and arch (odd songs about internet romance, references to Kevin Blechdom and Maya Deren, a love song for his favorite synthesizer), Deastro is mellow (playing with a live band to flesh out his compositions) and earnest, singing more straightforwardly emotive songs. His productions are precise and pleasurable, though—busy, frequently beautiful things that take just slightly less careening turns than do Tundra's. Opening are Seattle chillwave duo U.S.F., whose ambient, tropical tones will be an easy warm-up for the show and a welcome contrast to the seasonal cold. ERIC GRANDY
The Lashes, Thee Emergency, Curtains for You
(Crocodile) Back before the haters and anonymous commentators set their sights on Mad Rad, the Lashes were the foremost targets of passive-aggressive lament in the Seattle music scene. But as Salvador Dalí said, "The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents." Success for the Lashes was brief—they released one album of bratty power pop, the John Goodmanson—produced Get It, on Columbia Records. Shortly thereafter, the label summarily dropped them when guitarist Eric Howk suffered a tragic fall that left him in a wheelchair for life. Tonight is billed as a "one-time reunion show" and will no doubt be attended by a sizable Seattle fan base. The haters will presumably be at home, firmly lodged behind their keyboards, spewing bile at anyone having more fun than they are. See the rest of you at the show! GRANT BRISSEY
The Moondoggies, Jesse Sykes & the Sweet Hereafter, Star Anna and the Laughing Dogs
(Showbox at the Market) All pretenses of creating innovative, 21st-century music drop with the Moondoggies; rather, they focus on writing memorable, sing-along-worthy songs that move in expected laid-back, 'bama-ambling ways (save for the tear-ass bluegrass of "Ol' Blackbird" and the burly chug of "Changing"). The Moondoggies' debut album, Don't Be a Stranger, eased its way into the pleasure centers of many people who like country-rock that doesn't suck. The new Moondoggies songs that have surfaced on YouTube via live on-air performances for KEXP suggest a redoubled reiteration of country-folk verities, with melodies rich and resonant enough to make Fleet Foxes shift nervously on their thrones. DAVE SEGAL
Doctor Doctor, Red Dress
(High Dive) Red Dress are a tiny local legend, one of those bands that should've made it but never did and whose members drifted off to other projects and have now drifted back together again. (You'll recognize some of them from the Moisture Festival house band and other vaudeville groups.) In the mid-'90s, nothing sounded quite like Red Dress and nothing still does. They're both jagged and melodic with some Talking Heads running through their songs and a little zydeco rhythm and flash hiding beneath it all—clearly the result of an original musical vision. Singer Gary Minkler squeaks and croons about awkward teenage pterodactyls, eating mice ("mousies"), and a dude who is actually a robot. They're not pretty young things anymore, but they still know how to jerk and groove. BRENDAN KILEY
Sex Panther, Luxury A.K., Taybot, Three Ninjas
(Skylark) Yo, so I've been getting hit up by a local group called Sex Panther (originally hailing from Grand Rapids, Michigan) for a little while now. I wasn't sure it was gonna be my bag of schwag, especially when I saw that they sold branded thong underwear on their MySpace page. But upon further review, I can fuck with this. Infer-know and Action Jackson are kind of bro-gimmicky (see thong), but the beats are solid and the rhymes funny and well spit. Plus they have a yen for funny movie samples—there's the Army of Darkness—sampling "Boomstick" and the Old School jawn "Scorpion Woman" (incorporating a yelling Bruce Campbell or Will Ferrell into your hook is a plus in my book). If you're out in the West and want to see if they really do work every time (60 percent of the time), they're playing the Skylark (known to many West Side shitbags as the former Legends) on November 28 with Luxury A.K., Taybot, and Three Ninjas. LARRY MIZELL JR.
No, I didn’t just wake up, and no, it didn’t have a damn thing to do with “Thanksgiving” or whatever. (Puritans? Indians? TURKEY? What the fuck do you take me for?) So here I am to tell you what to do tonight, and you better hurry, because it’s going to be INSANE out there. (Mad Cranberry Disease. Believe in it.)
COMEBACK at Chop Suey! But you knew that. Thanksgiving-hang-over edition. 1325 East Madison. $5 before 11pm.
TROUBLE DISCO ar Re-Bar! This is shaping up to be quite the little event, isn’t it? Tonight battling the longtime champion, Comeback. Which dance-club freaknight will prevail? (Oh…but, WHICH?) 1114 Howell. 10pm. $8. AND PLEASE NOTE! Get there before 11:30pm, AND YOUR FIRST DRINK IS FREE!!!(Take THAT Comeback!)
And I don’t know about you, but I’m going to PONY (1221 East Madison!) for a drink before I get on with any of that other junk. I just hope the damn line isn’t out the door.
God, the holidays piss me off.
And I think that’s all.
OH! NO! WAIT!
LONDON LOVES (“Seattle’s Longest Running Britpop Indie DJ Night”) at The Capitol Club! Lots of DJs, cocktails, the usual. More loungey than dancey. Which can be nice. 414 East Pine. 10pm. No cover.
She was shouting out the lyrics to Modest Mouse's "3rd Planet" as loudly as possible—really shouting—while playing an invisible electric guitar and invisible drums. The lyrics are extra creepy when they're being sung so emphatically.
While outside! Naked! Shiverin' lookin' blue! From the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon! And baby cum angels! Fly around you! Reminding you that we used to be three and not two! And that's how! The world! Began! And that's how! The world! Will end!
Then she started banging on the walls of the bus stop structure. Then a bus came and whisked her away.
by Dave Segal
on Fri, Nov 27, 2009 at 4:21 PM
Heard Wendy Rene's 1964 single "Bar-B-Q" at Moe Mod monthly at Moe Bar last night. Instantaneously fell in love with it and Wendy Rene's sassy, wild voice. So. Damn. Infectious. And that bass line? A religion should be based around it. This 45-year-old song is aging better than you are.