While we're on the subject of House House, Realicide came through town on July 18. They were joined by local hardcore crews Dawn and Marj!, and psych-dealers Witch Detectives. Of the past four or so times Witch Detectives have played in town, I have only had the enjoyment of seeing them once. This wasn't that night. Marj! was playing when I got there, and I couldn't tell you what they sounded like. Guitars and stuff, not unremarkable, not what I'm into. Next, Realicide brought out their homemade brand of nomadic digital hardcore. Very political and very awesome. Rounding out the night was Dawn, who made me think I'm too old for hardcore. Not sure why, could be that I'm not a fan of moshing in living rooms.
Tomato Tomato was host to All We Seabees and Brown and Gold on July 25. Brown and Gold do the new indie Americana thing real well. I actually have a theory about this band: When Jigsaw Mounain Boys changed their name to Shoot the Mountain, they kinda lost their twang; this is where said twang went. Guess what, All We Seabees? I was sober. I saw the whole set. I enjoyed the hell out of it. Not what I remembered but I like the new direction.
The next day, Tallgrass Studios/YCAC Headquarters hosted Turbofruits, Meemaw, Shoot the Mountain and Eureka Gold. Great show, all ages, underattended. You've seen these bands, and you either love 'em or hate 'em. YCAC is going to be doing a show on the last Saturday of the month for the next few months, so come out and support this wonderful cause.
Two days later House House hosted what may have been their final show. It was a doozy, though. Tiny Concepts from France started off the night with a really pretty set of guitar-loopy whisper pop. Up next were Baltimore's Teenage Souls. This dude did a solo drummer/iPod set. It was great. Following that was fellow Baltimorian Ed Shrader, who did a set of spoken-word floor-tom psych. Witch Detectives set up in the corners of the room creating this weird situation where you either had to stand in the middle of the room or you could walk around the room and get this weird stereo-panning thing. Ultra-cool. Oakland's Social Junk brought the noize, but at this point things were starting to get hazy. Closing out the night were Big Nurse. They killed it and then stuffed the carcass into a steamer trunk and buried it in Lake Murfreesboro. Heavy psych of the best kind, jamming that Trey Anastasio could learn from. Just utterly destructive. Hopefully not the last hurrah for House House.
Wolfcastle hosted their second annual Diorama-rama on Aug. 2. Helluva humid day. Whilst getting tanked we (meaning people who I had never talked to before) literally spent two hours fleshing out the concept of log fighting. The new American bloodsport. Then it got dark and Target Market played. They were good in that way that bands that love Pavement are. All in all, an enjoyable set. Then Meemaw brought the proverbial funk. Beer-spewing, streamer-throwing, shirtless dance-off funk. A good time.
Two week gap in Murfreesboro coverage due to lack of stuff to do....
And we come to what I now believe is not an accident. Every month I go to Wall Street at least once. Three out of four times it has been to see Evil Bebos. I'm not sure, but I think they may have a residency, or maybe it's just the biggest room for their loudness. On Aug. 14 they played with Gunslinger and North. Nashville two-piece Gunslinger played a set of math blues. Never really heard anything like it before. If Battles were a blues band, maybe something along those lines. Tuscon's North followed that up with a heavy-ass set of post metal. They were phenomenal. Not a dig, but their frontman looked like what would happen if Phil Anselmo impregnated Freddie Mercury. Evil Bebos closed out the night with a new song that, if my ears weren't just totally fucked, actually included singing. Real, honest-to-God singing. It was a pretty good jam.
The following night was Kelly Kerr's bachelor party at Liquid Smoke. (Best bathroom in town, maybe in the state. I actually find myself contemplating a journey to the Smoke when I feel the need to drop a deuce.) I had never been to a bachelor party before, so all of my impressions of these events came from TV and movies. This was not like the movies. It was a rock show, plain and simple. I missed Seth Timbs of/formerly of Fluid Ounces. Kelly Kerr and the Distractions were hitting on all cylinders. Great show. "Man v. Cheetah" is the second best song to come out of the 'Boro in recent months. The best song is still The Velcro Stars' "Gonna Go Get (Some Strange Tonight)." After a short break, the band plus Mr. Timbs played a handful of Beatles covers. I'm not one for covering any of the big three (Stones, Zep, Beats), but they pulled it off.
Nashville, glad to see that you're getting your wiffleball on. Get practiced up and The Burning Buckets will humiliate you in front of 10 people. We did have a five-week hiatus while Commissioner Giles was on tour with Glossary. We're not rusty though.
In all seriousness, my house is in the middle of a war that I would not have voted for given proper documents.
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