Magma Fest: Jan Terri, Don't Talk to the Cops!, Slowdance, Wimps, Neighbors, Jamey Braden Performance Art, Nod & the Hobgoblins, Sip's Odyssey
(Black Lodge) This final show of Hollow Earth Radio's Magma Fest should be an appropriate "bang" to end on. Singer-songwriter-rocker Jan Terri—yes, the Jan Terri from those goofy VHS music videos—will be performing her first-ever show in Seattle for the night's main event. While this should get her low-key cult following out of the woodwork, the seven other bands on the bill, including electro-rap party-starters Slowdance and hiphop dance-punkers/recent Greedhead signees Don't Talk to the Cops!, should get everyone else appropriately and equally hyped. MIKE RAMOS
Seattle Opera Young Artists: Donizetti's Don Pasquale
(Meany Hall) Domenico Gaetano Maria Donizetti may be the hardest-working man in the history of opera. He wrote 66 operas, and the 64th, made in 1843, was his comedy Don Pasquale, a sparkling gem of the bel canto tradition. It's the story of an old man who tries to control a younger woman by marrying her. Bad idea, man. JEN GRAVES
Helms Alee, Sandrider, Thrones
(Comet) It's always a keen tactical move for anyone who loves heavy metal to close in on a Helms Alee or Sandrider show. These guys (and girls—love you, Helms!) are high-ranking generals and lieutenants in the local metal army. They're constantly out there in the Seattle battlefields and in enemy territory, fighting the good fight. The added incentive of this show is the reappearance of Thrones. This one-man band, made up of First Sergeant Joe Preston—whose other battles have included fighting alongside Earth, Melvins, Sunn O))), Karp, and High on Fire—creates a weird brand of avant-doom that's been rumored to cause the "brown sound." You've been warned about that one, soldier. KELLY O
Those that are hip to all that is good for them might wanna fuck with No 1 2 Look Up 2, the new mixtape from the young Queens MC Big Baby Gandhi. If you like the outlandish, rap-referential of BBG's big homies Das Racist, you might just dig him; voice pinched like Danny Brown, gloriously stupid-smart with a rusty, bodega-bound Def Jukie sensibility, BBG caught my ear last year with his self-produced debut Big Fucking Baby. Amidst all the good weirdo-rap-for-people-that-like-rap that's been lapping at my lobes for the last few months, among my favorite stuff has been the tapes from the Greedhead crew (full disclosure: Greedhead, duh, is putting out the new album from my group Don't Talk To The Cops!, so make of this what you will); Himanshu's Nehru Jackets, Kool A.D.'s Hyphy Ballads and BBG's last joint all get slapped like the Three Stooges (no, I REALLY don't wanna talk about it).
Canadian jet-setter, turntablist legend A-Trak produced this grimy (dip-)joint featuring what currently have to be the rap game's druggiest: Oscar winner Juicy J (enjoying a recent renaissance via a strong run of pharmacologically fueled solo mixtapes) and Detroit's tiger Danny Brown, making for an addictive ode to being, as my mother would've said, high as Cootie Brown. That hook is steady stuck in my head now and I've never had a PO nor a job that required a UA, thank god. Witness a confluence of the signature rap adlibs, as J's "trippy!" meets Brown's battle cry "style." Yeah, and parole officers still don't get no respect outchea.
Editor's note: Adrien Leavitt is an excellent photographer shooting all things positive on Seattle's queer scene. This is the second installment of a new weekly photo column called Queerview Mirror.
Last night I went to the THEESatisfaction record release show. I've loved THEESatisfaction since I met them a few years back. I've had the honor of booking them to play LICK!—my awesome queer party night at Chop Suey that I run with my friend Slaven—and I've photographed them for my zine. Highlights of last night's show: THEESats rocking the sold out crowd and meeting Cat's and Stas' parents at the show, who got to watch from right next to the stage. —Adrien
NOISE: The State of Being Combined Into One Body and the goal of it is to use visual and audio art and performance to portray visual and audio noise. We have carefully chosen fourteen artists and five bands for this two day event - artists whose work fits together seamlessly but offers a wide variety of expectations.
A full list of the artists and performers, including Midday Veil, Geist and the Sacred Ensemble, Margot Bird, and Hair and Space Museum, after the jump.
"LOUD LOUD LOUD" and "Treasure Hunt In The Sacrificial Pool" two mixed media pieces by Margot Bird
I spent the summer of 1997 listening to a tape of the Jody Grind while driving in a Volkswagen Golf. The singer for that Atlanta band was Kelly Hogan, whose career since then has included joining the Rock*A*Teens, four LPs, countless collaborations and an appearance on Aqua Teen Hunger Force. You may have seen her on stage last year singing with Neko Case at the Paramount. Kelly's going to be in Seattle early next week and was nice enough to reveal some pertinent info tidbits.
Hiya, Kelly Hogan! What's new?
Everything, man—everything. I'm at The Hideout in Chicago right now, practicing with my band fellas, Casey McDonough and Chris Scruggs, for our show at the Triple Door.
Yes, you're singing there on Monday night! How do you feel about Seattle?
I LOVE SEATTLE. It's good for my complexion.
Any things in particular that you like?
I like how y'all's fruit is so large. Your blackberries are like our apples. HUGE. Like the Barry Bonds of fruit.
Any memorable Seattle memories?
Back in July of 1995, I was painting houses in Atlanta, where I'm from — and I had been painting tri-color Victorian gingerbread trim in a week of 100+ degree heat, and I got off that 30-foot ladder and got on a plane and flew to Seattle, where it was a perfectly cool 68 degrees. I almost cried with happiness and relief. I did a week out on a pier stage with the Indigo Girls in a production of Jesus Christ Superstar. It was insane.
What follows is perhaps the best cover of Hall & Oates' "I Can't Go For That (No Can Do)" performed in a moving tour van by Nicki Bluhm and the Gramblers you will ever hear. I'd love to see them live—but who wants to sit on the hood of a van for that long?
by Dave Segal
on Fri, Mar 30, 2012 at 12:06 PM
Seattle electro-funk party-instigators Truckasauras are rolling out an ambitious, unconventional program leading up to the release of their third album, as yet untitled (out this fall on Journal of Popular Noise). Starting in April, Truckasauras will stage an event on a monthly basis during which they will release a couple of tracks from their forthcoming full-length; all of these actions will involve input/energy/inspiration from their fans—maybe even you.
Truck member Adam Swan elaborates: "Each event, starting with the April one, will coincide with the release of a couple cuts off the album that pertain to the style of the event. The last event will be a kind of Voltronesque release show that culminates all of the tracks/events into one huge stage show and some kind of physical product that includes all the tracks together."
At 8 tonight at the Rendezvous' Grotto, Truck are holding a press conference/party to outline their plan. If you want to go, email email@example.com.
Press release from JOPN director Byron Kalet after the cut.
Lee Renaldo's Favorite Albums, Ages 5-55: This Pitchfork 5-10-15-20 thing is closest thing Indie musicians will get to answering an Inside the Actor's Studio questionnaire, and the newest one with Lee Renaldo shouldn't be skipped over.
All of Regina Spektor's Rowboats: Canadian songstress has a new video out, for a song from the upcoming What We Saw From the Cheap Seats.
Guy Ritchie Is Already Directing the Film Adaptation: Leaders of a British gang have been arrested for allegedly stealing credit cards to buy their own songs off of iTunes and netting record royalty payments.
More Electronic Musicians Rush to Criticize Madonna: Mr. Paul van Dyk is the latest DJ-guy to say Madonna is totally wack for glamorizing drug use (specifically MDMA/Molly) saying that she's only doing it to try to connect with a younger audience.
In Other Unnecessary Glamorizing News: Singer Damian Abraham of Fucked Up recently tweeted "Seeing Katy Perry as a soldier in 'Part Of Me' really makes me think that we need to start a war so she can go die" due to her music video's glamorization of the Marines/war/killing people. Now he's in hot water from music press and KP fans alike.
Jerry Lee Lewis, Still Marrying Weirdly After All These Years: Lewis' newly minted 7th wife also happens to be his cousin's ex-wife.
This is Scary: Until yesterday I had gone through my entire life somehow thinking the chorus of 'Til Tuesday's "Voices Carry" was 'Hush hush, keep it down now, this is scary' instead of 'Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry' even though I damn well knew the title of the song. The sheer amount of times I've sung aloud this song incorrectly is truly mind-boggling, and I'm surprised no one had corrected me sooner.
Mt. St. Helens Vietnam Band have been MIA for over a year—not playing shows, not releasing new music, not making it clear whether or not they were still a band. But they're back! To go along with their upcoming show at Neumos on Thursday, April 5th (with Throw Me the Statue, another Seattle band that seeming went into hiding for awhile), MSHVB have released a new song called "Warm Body" (featuring our own Trent Moorman on drums):
Tickets to the Neumos show can be purchased here. Cataldo is also on the bill.
Full disclosure: The singer (Benjamin) and drummer (Marshall) are brothers and they have another brother (Peter) who's married to my sister (Katie). It's a small world. But I swear I'm not posting about this to make family gatherings less awkward. I like the song!
This bizarre 1983 synthesizer album was the product of Patrick Mimran, a French multimedia artist who co-ran Lamborghini Motors with his brother in the ’80s. Alternately sinister and whimsical, Novels for the Moons is one of the most distinctive releases in Medical’s high-quality catalog. Mimran—a rare combination of savvy businessman and maverick artist—told me in an interview, “Lamborghini cars were and still are a perfect blend of art and technology, as good electronic music was and still is.” You can find out for yourself at Wall of Sound tonight.
by Brian Cook
on Thu, Mar 29, 2012 at 4:00 PM
I’ve walked past this flier quite a few times over the last month, wondering each time who this James Elizaveta fellow is. A European DJ of great renown? The latest KEXP-backed singer-songwriter? With tickets at $25, I figured he must be some big-name artist that’s escaped my attention. It wasn’t until I passed by Neumos this weekend and saw their concert calendar that I realized this is a flier for the British alternative band James, and Elizaveta is the opening act. Maybe there should’ve been a “with special guests” between the two names.
On a personal note, I will always have a soft spot for the headlining ‘90s 120 Minutes staple. When my husband and I first made-out at a college party at his house nearly fourteen years ago, he paused the kissing long enough to ask if I wanted to hear “our song”. This struck me as a bit presumptuous, considering that we’d been friends for a few months but hadn’t kissed until this particular moment. He ran over to his stereo and put on James’ “Say Something”, a song he’d picked based on my shyness around him. And thus the album Laid was thrust upon me as an obligation. But you know what? It’s actually a pretty great record. True, most people probably remember the band for the yodel-tastic title track (ya know, “she only comes when she’s on top…”), but it’s got a lot of strong suits as well—production by Brian Eno, lyrics criticizing organized religion and celebrating sexuality, and the classic line “I’m a member of an ape-like race at the asshole end of the 20th century.” I still listen to it and its predecessor Seven regularly.
Unfortunately, I’ll be in Europe when the show rolls through town, but hopefully other fans of the band are a bit more adept and deciphering fliers than I am.
NOT TO BE CONSIDERED A JOKE, rather, take this funk opinion as mater of my personal taste: I dig funk, natch, but mostly, EXCLUSIVELY, on 45. On LP the players/band can use/abuse the freedom to keep the groove going; it's for dancing sure, but sometimes the (mid-tempo) groove can be a goddamn grind.
Have some more D&tB heavies to bump, after the jump.
MURDER IN THE FRONT ROW, by Harald Oimoen and Brian Lew, is a stunning collection over 400 color and black-and-white photos of the birth of thrash metal in San Francisco, capturing historic moments including the earliest shows by Slayer, Metallica, and Megadeth, and events such as the first night Slayer met the young members of Metallica. The book also includes passionate personal accounts by Bay Area veterans Harald Oimoen, Brian Lew, Ron Quintana of Metal Mania, Gary Holt of Exodus, Alex Skolnick of Testament, and Robb Flynn of Vio-lence/Machine Head. From DIY origins to world domination, the Bay Area thrash metal scene screams to life in these fearless pages.