In this video, Paramore walk around Nashville and talk about clothes.
This band is bigger than Girl Talk.
If you don't believe me, go to their website and watch the video called "Paramore Mobbed in Guadalajara." Shit is crazy.
Wao, newfangled way of transportations.
So Geoff Smith won the MTA jingle contest with his bouncy, mass transit-endorsing ditty "Brand New Way." Seems to me that city buses have been around for, I don't know, 60 years, making them not a brand new way of doing anything. But whatever. You may know Geoff (pronounced like JEFF) as a member of local pop-rockers Codaphonic. You may not know that he is also "bassist and lead singer for the Chicago-based Police tribute band, One World." Did he really start the chorus for a massive bus-riding jingle with a minor chord? That takes moxie, folks.
Sure you can download the song.
(Terrorist fist jab: Nashvillest.)
Deerhoof, "Fresh Born"
Deerhoof play tomorrow night (Oct. 30) at Mercy Lounge w/Experimental Dental School & Flying. For my feature in this week's Scene I talked to drummer Greg Saunier about the band's new album, the presidential election and the delicious smell of delicious bacon.
Wayne Coyne of The Flaming Lips built himself a pretty awesome guitar. It's a double-neck SG with a regular six-string on top. The second neck is a Guitar Hero controller connected to a Kaoscillator, which is, in essence, a noisemaker. Nifty. Gregg Gillis should make one of these that just controls the tracks on his laptop.
Watch the video—guitar stuff starts around 2:00.
(Terrorist fist jab: Catbirdseat.)
Photo by Steve Cross.
We had some technical difficulties, but the slideshow from the Lil Wayne show is up now. Look for a complete reckoning in this week's dead tree edition of The Spin, which includes this observation: "[T]he thousands of undergrads in attendance—mostly female, mostly white, mostly JV—were nearly apoplectic with glee at the mere sight of Weezy dancing across the stage, making the place sound more like a Backstreet Boys concert circa 1997 than a rap show."
The Spin wants to know: How many of these young women will be at Girl Talk?
Since Stabert's gone, we're no longer privy to her impassioned defenses of Bands With Feelings. True, she was often talking about acts who tread on Americana soil, but I agree with her in principle. Bands With Feelings, for all their cloying, navel-gazing weight, are great for getting you through life's little emotional pitfalls. They're even better when they put a rainbow on it, and there's nothing I like discovering more than shiny infectious pop about all the crap-ass crap that comes with having a human heart. (Not that I would know.)
An Horse is a band from Brisbane. They are loved by Canadian lesbian twin-sister duo Tegan and Sara, if that gives you a jumping-off place. But they have the jangle and offbeat female vox of all that really catchy indie rock of the good old '90s. Bands like Smack Dab come to mind, or that Small Factory cover of the Lois Maffeo song "Valentine."
Of course, being indie doesn't mean you to have sound like total shit anymore, so An Horse, which I assume must be pronounced like "A Norse," are tighter musically and crisp as hell.
They play the Basement Saturday night.
Here's a track worth getting semi-obsessed with:
An Horse: "Camp Out"
Now, I know that displays of regional pride—though in my mind more by city than state—have their history in rock music, but I've always thought bands from Ohio took that shit more seriously. Recently, The Black Keys brought that big inflatable tire with the Buckeye State's name on it to The Ryman. Swearing at Motorists always pin up the dandy old Ohio flag behind them when they play. (It also features prominently on their album This Flag Signals Goodbye.)
Is there a discernible identity for Tennessee bands that really means anything and that Turbo Fruits can claim stake to? Or is it just that the TN flag looks cool hanging over the ol' Ampeg cabinet? Because it does.
For more photos, check out the slideshow at nashvillescene.com.
It was a smart move for The Basement to stick to its traditional three-tiered line-up last Friday. Jump-starting the evening with a jaw-dropping performance by The Deep Vibration would have been overkill, even for a wall-to-wall audience more than ready to welcome Nashville's latest country-rock playboys to the stage for their first-ever CD release party.
Openers Vermicious K'nids were hardly skittish amateurs as they delivered up a hefty dose of youthful school rock, but little can compare to the explosive presence of Deep Vibration's leading man Matt Campbell. Swaggering around the mic in his rose-leather boots, muttering poetry between his teeth and proving himself every inch the song man local hype behind their debut EP Veracruz amped him up to be, Campbell led a commanding show full of grit and bleeding-heart balladry. Rounded out by Luke Herbert's punchy chops, Jeremy Fetzer's contemplative lead guitar—recalling Nels Cline's twangy thrashes as much as classic, American-heartland rock—and Adam Binder's imposing bass thuds, The Deep Vibration are well on their way to establishing themselves as packleaders of Nashville's underground talent. Not without their flaws, of course, this foursome has an aching potential come time for their full-length.
As Charleston, S.C. headliners The Explorers Club took the stage, the crowd had somewhat thinned, leaving those faithful few to enjoy what was undoubtedly the night's peak. Channeling as much Beach Boys' sunshine pop for their glossy five-part vocal harmony—with Jim Faust a spitting image of a young Dennis Wilson—as the bygone rockabilly of Presley or Chuck Berry, the septet turned the brick-and-mortar dank of The Basement into a veritable blueberry field.
How I Became The Bomb are releasing new songs on Nov. 5, and are celebrating said release with a rooftop party at Ariel this Thursday, Oct. 30. In honor of this momentous occasion, Bomb frontman Jon Burr and I sat down, in different locations, and had a little chat over these here intertubes. Occasionally, we even chatted about the band and their music, but mostly we talked about grilled meat, sports and John Saxon. Enjoy!
OK, their policy proposals may be whacked and their campaign may be floundering (or maybe not), but, wow, can John McCain and Sarah Palin carry a tune! And we're not talking "Three Blind Mice" here—we're talking Ella- and Satchmo-worthy off-the-cuff scatting. Considering how they've clearly been improvising on the campaign trail, I guess their vocal improvisation abilities shouldn't be all that surprising.
Man, John and Sarah, y'all are some real gone cats. Swing daddy (and hockey mommy), swing!
And check out this dynamic collaboration between Palin and Katie Couric, giving Monk and Coltrane a run for their money.
h/t: NYC jazz pianist Henry Hey, for turning lemons into lemonade.
I'd like to get to snow you right meow...
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock catsta.
Olaf finally gets some pussy!
good speech. albini is a smart guy.
Thanks for a great interview. There's a lot of info I didn't no and it…