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Monday, November 19, 2007

Concert Preview: 1990s, Art Brut, The Hold Steady

Three bands enter. One band leaves.

Tomorrow night we're in for solid triple bill as The Hold Steady headlines the "NME Rock N' Roll Riot Tour". When I first saw the tour name I thought Mötley Crüe and Quiet Riot were hitting the road again. What a crappy name for a tour. Almost as dumb as "Rock Club".

We're all know and love the 1990s (see our interview w/ them for more). BrightestYoungThings has a nice interview with drummer Michael McGauhrin. I missed their first DC show so I'm excited to see these guys. If their live set is half as good as their album, I'll be a happy lad (as the Scottish might say).

We've seen Art Brut put on two great, but very similar, shows at the Black Cat. I want to see them mix it up a little at the 9:30 Club.

Finally, The Hold Steady. I used to really like them, but now they just annoy me. I'm going in with an open mind though. Maybe they won't be so cheesy this time around.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Post Rock


The Washington Post has *finally* started their own music blog. They gave it the witty title PostRock and launched it last week. It's written by Mr. Malitz and his fellow music critic, J. "Give Me Freedom or Give Me the Potatoes" du Lac.

My favorite post thus far is a song by song analysis of Clarence Clemons during the recent Springsteen show at the Verizon Center. I love that this guy went on a solo tour and what's even better is that Sacklunch went to a show. When he does his Clemons imitation, it kills me every time.

Anyway, be sure to check out the blog. BTW, does anyone else use a RSS Reader? Very helpful if you scan a lot of blogs. Just sayin'...

Monday, November 12, 2007

Next Show?


Since we're having ticket difficulties for the Hold Steady/Art Brut/1990s show, I suggest we make the "official" RC show the Electric Six show at the Black Cat on Saturday, 11/17, if people can make that.

Here's two songs to listen to as you RC members mull it over.

Danger! High Voltage:

Gay Bar:

Don't Tase Me Bro!

This is my favorite Pitchfork headline of all-time:

Naked Man Tasered in the Ass at Girl Talk Show

Saturday, November 10, 2007

The Body, The Blood, The Runny Nose


Last Friday I came down with a killer cold. I rested up so I wouldn't miss what I knew would be a great show by The Thermals. Overcoming a common cold in order to Rock is a basic test that separates the men from the boys. Usually such tests prove me to be a little boy. A little, little boy. Such was the case on Saturday. So Rock Club called up a few minor leaguers, Stuttson and Michael B., to fill my spot. Considering my only contribution is making sure we stop for pizza after the show, they didn't have big shoes to fill.

I first got into The Thermals after listening to Fuckin A, their second release on Sub-Pop records. It’s 28 minutes of fury and fun. The latest album, The Body, the Blood, The Machine, is about a couple running away from an American government ruled by "fascist faux -Christians." Politically aware is probably a tame description for their lyrics.
Rock Club usually doesn't go for such bands. We don't need the lecture. We grew up on Fugazi (well, some of us) and we get the point. However, the lyrics aren’t preachy and the songs are simply great. [Side note: Brendan Canty, the drummer for Fugazi, produced the latest album so maybe the overt political themes aren’t too surprising]

The Thermals formula is simple: a few chords, a few minutes, and the song is over. They cram chaotic (yet catchy) pop melodies over distorted power chords. Genuis. When we saw them the first time, Eric Axelson commented to me, "all their songs sound the same". He's right, but in this rare case it's not a bad thing. The band plays old school punk rock at an unrelenting pace and I like it. It worked for the Ramones and it works for The Thermals. They’re like Vin Diesel: Fast and Furious. [Side Note: Wow, did I just write that? Had Potsy written that I’d have said it deserved a cockpunch] Here’s the beauty of seeing The Thermals live: if you don't dig that new song they're playing, wait a minute or two and they'll be playing something more to your liking.

Since I was on the “physically unable to participate” list for this show, I polled the rest of Rock Club for their take. Here goes:

The atmosphere at the first Thermals show was pretty energetic (as captured in the review title "Thermal Energy"). How would you describe the crowd? Did Potsy chat up any ladies?

Jimbromski: Crowd was into it. A fair amount of females. I don't remember seeing Potsy chat anyone up but then again there were times when he was not under my supervision.

Sacklunch: The crowd was into the show, although maybe not quite as much as the last time. There were a fair amount of dudes there, in fact, a small pseudo mosh pit started in the front right of the stage. I moved over to stage left and had great spot right in front of the bassist. It was pretty loud.

Posty: It was not a sausage fest down stairs. Lots of hot young chicks. I don't think I talked to any of them...but I was kinda drunk. Great crowd. Even some "dancing”.

Please complete this sentence: The show was better than ____________ but not as good as ___________.

Jimbromski: better than getting my scrotum chewed off by weasels but not as good as domesticating the pack of weasels and using them to do evil

Sacklunch: It was better than the 1st Spoon show but not as good as the 2nd Spoon show. [Yet Another Side Note: Sacklunch’s first response was not used out of respect for my mom and Potsy’s mom]

Posty: The show was better than Ezra but not as good as it gets.

Two Rock Club associates, Stuttson and Michael B., attended the show. What, if anything, did they bring to the table?

Jimbromski: Stuttson and I hung out at Potsy's before the show and we all cracked wise. Some funny things we talked about were a fictional commercial for Heavy-Flow Tampons featuring copious amounts of blood; the fact that Fox & Hounds Bar used to be the hang out for ugly alcoholic gay people who managed to survive the 1980s AIDS epidemic until we gentrified it, to the point where neither the ugly gay people nor ourselves can enjoy the bar anymore; zombie movies. Also Stuttson corroborated and added to the Van Halen details. Michael B, not so much beyond the small talk and jokes. We met Sacklunch and him at the bar and then went to the show.

Sacklunch: They both added nothing. Although Mike B. did drive me home. Stuttson had some good Van Helen stories.

Posty: Stuttson was actually hysterical pre-show at the clubhouse. Once we got to the Black Cat everyone went they're separate ways. I didn't see him until the show ended.

The show was:
A. Better than the first show
B. Not as good as last time
C. Basically the same
D. (Fill in the blank)


Jimbromski: (B) not as good as last time. Still a great show but as always the "new material" detracts, if only because I haven't heard it before and I only want to hear the hits.

Sacklunch: B (Not as good as last time). It was still very good, but I had fairly high expectations the 2nd time around. Also, I think they missed having the other guitarist.

Posty: D. Better than I remember them

Complete this sentence: The show could've been better, if only…

Jimbromski: I don't know...less new shit? They played a Built to Spill song as an encore that I thought sucked. Maybe a different cover, some Alan Parsons, perhaps.

Sacklunch: The show could’ve been better, if only…I hadn’t puked when I got home.

Posty: The show could've been better, if only...there
were strippers on stage.

Was the sound at the Black Cat as crappy as usual?

Jimbromski: No, but it was fucking deafening. I had my earplugs in the whole time and it was still making my head pound.

Sacklunch: Sound was okay. It was fairly loud.

Posty: It was LOUD! Thankfully my middle-aged-man senses were tingling before we left and I brought earplugs.

Did you enjoy some Jumbo Slice afterwards?

Jimbromski: Stuttson purchased a jumbo slice.

Sacklunch: I did not enjoy a Jumbo Slice afterward. Like I said, I went home and puked. I only had a few beers and 2 shots of Tequila. I think there was something else going on. I wasn’t even drunk. Jimbromski puked in his mouth and swallowed it.

Posty: WTF? I think you would know. And I'm just not that into you.

Any other comments you'd like to include?

Jimbromski: It was a very good show, all the songs from the last album sounded great. I don't mean to say that the new songs suck; it's just that I need to hear things a few times before I make a decision. I'd rank it just a hair below the first show.

Sacklunch: You are a pussy for not going.

Posty: I was happily drunk for this show. The bassist really carries a lot of weight for this band. She rocks.

And there you have it. Another solid showing by The Thermals. They rocked hard, and while it wasn't quite as good as last time, it was still deserving of 7.7 Rock Club Rating.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

The Defecation of a Disco Dancer

Morrissey
DAR Constitution Hall
Nov. 2, 2007


This was an unofficial Rock Club show but I thought I'd put something up anyway. My sister got Mrs. Jimbromski and I tickets to this show for my birthday, which was a nice gesture as she well knows how much of a Smiths fan I was back in high school. Even better, she and her girlfriend offered to babysit Jimbromski Jr. for the evening. The three of us arrived at their place on Friday evening, dropped off the little shaver, ate a big salad (more on that later) and set off for DAR.

I hadn't been to Constitution Hall since about 1996, I think, when I saw Parliament there. It's a swank joint. Ingress/egress is simple and hassle-free. They have bars set up in every corner of the building where you can get a beer/wine/mixed drink. Mrs. Jimbromksi classed it up and got a glass of red wine. The glass was plastic, but shaped like a wine glass. Nice.



Morrissey went on at about 9:00 pm. Everything Fake Accents Dave said in this review of his 2006 (edit--it was 2007, not 2006) show at Wolf Trap is still accurate. Mozzer's back-up band is tight and hard-rocking. At this point in his career Morrissey has become sort of a Vegas act--each gesture is calculated, the band members all wear identical clothes, everything seemed scripted. It didn't detract from the show, it just made it seem polished and professional, which I suppose befits a guy who's 48 years old. He took off his shirt and threw it into the crowd three separate times, and by the end of the show people were running onto the stage to hug him, like all the womens used to do to Elvis. I suppose it's no surprise as the iconography of the young Elvis showed up more than once in The Smiths catalog of music, album covers and videos (check the cover of a song Elvis made famous, "(Marie's the Name) His Latest Flame", on The Smiths' live album Rank, for example). This time it was women and men running on stage, but still, same principle.

The songs sounded great. He kicked off with "Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before", then followed it up with "Irish Blood, English Heart", "Interesting Drug", and then "Death of a Disco Dancer". The last sounded particularly sharp, and its message of violence combined with bystanders looking the other way is timeless. I guess this is Morrissey's version of the "Stop Snitching" campaign.


"Death of a Disco Dancer," The Smiths, Strangeways Here We Come (1987)


Other highlights from the show were "Billy Budd", "Stretch Out and Wait", and "Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want." The only lowlight of the show was the salad my sister's girlfriend served me prior to our arrival. It was an excellent salad--hard-boiled eggs, chicken, fried onions, croutons, vinegar & oil dressing--but it didn't agree with me and 40 minutes into the show I was facing an intestinal crisis. This is the nightmare scenario, people--being out at the rock and having to push one out. I was saved by the classiness of DAR, and also the devoutness of the average Morrissey fan, as the bathroom was in fairly good shape, and most fans aren't ducking out in mid-set to drop a deuce, so I had the place to myself for about 30 seconds.

I end this review with a mini-quiz--if you're out at a show or other spectacle and gotta go, what's the best/worst option? My answer--best is probably a place like DAR or the Kennedy Center (obvious), but also, surprisingly, a sports event. My reasoning is that if the event is less than capacity--like most DC United games I go to--you can likely find an isolated bathroom in some remote part of the concourse, and go to work. This does not apply to, say, a Redskins game attended by 95,000 at FedEx Field. Worst is probably the Black Cat. As an addendum, I spoke to three people who attended the Van Halen show on 11/1 at the Verizon Center, and each said that the bathrooms were covered in piss and vomit. One--Potsy--also reported, however, that he found an isolated bathroom, and that two people were having sex in one of the stalls. This just goes to proves my point about sports arenas, if you substitute "taking a shit" for "having sex", which is generally true these days for me.

Concert Preview: Menomena w/ Ill-Annoying


This will be the third time most if us have seen Menomena. We consider this a very good thing, unlike our triple viewing of The Ponys. We first saw them at the R&R Hotel back in March and then caught their set at the Pitchfork Festival over the summer. The band has been hustle and flowing across the country and Europe ever since on what seems to be a never-ending tour.

The show tonight will be an interesting contrast of styles. Menomena are an experimental (and nerdy) three piece who bring the funk w/ a thick sax and plenty of sass. Each member plays multiple instruments and sings vocals. They have smart lyrics and a cool use of loops to create their unique sound. The layered vocals and wicked rhythm section make for an entertaining live show. In comparison, Illinois has a dooshbag for a lead singer. The choice is clear America. Vote Menomena.

Okay, to be fair to Illinois, they have a good EP but we found them extremely annoying the first time we saw them. Rock Club doesn't give out many mulligans. Don't blow this chance Illinois.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Van Hail 'Em



Van Halen - Verizon Center - 11/1/2007 $62

While not an officially sanctioned RC event, I ventured out to the Phone Booth last week to witness the much debated, long awaited reunion tour for the founding members of Van Halen - minus Michael Anthony (who is NOT married to J. Lo, as it turns out- my bad).

There is so much I could tell you about this show, it's almost overwhelming. I get lost in all the details of the night, so I will just hit some of the main points. Let's begin with the participants. So instead of the regulars, Jimbromski, Jumboslice, and sacklunch, I was joined by RC alternates, Stuttson and Duh-cut. It was actually Stuttson who masterminded this excursion. So kudos to him. But let's move on to our seats for the show.

You ever hear someone brag about being in the FRONT ROW Man! for some super show, but you know they're full of shit? Yeah, well we were in the last row of the phone booth for this one. Literally. So nice job, Stuttson. Glad you managed to score these red hot tix man. We were directly across the stage, so we were at least facing the right direction, but we were in row Q, which happens to be the last row in the joint. Which reminds me that there was some schlub at the show who must have purchased bogus tickets, because he came up the stairs looking for row Z. Beware people, there is no row Z at the top of the Verizon Center. It only goes to Q, trust me. But this was not all bad. Stuttson was good enough to play flight attendant (appropriate for our altitude, I thought) and treat us to tiny bottles of booze. It's easier to mix your cocktail when you're at the very top. I also didn't need to worry about being in anyone's way for those 3 or 4 songs where I was standing up. So what if I can't tell the difference between the mic stand and Eddie Van Halen (they're both rather thin, ya know)?

The crowd was a sight to behold. I forgot that I was in junior high school when Van Halen was big, which is why I never got to see them live before now. So there were some older folks there, which makes sense. Van Halen's got to be 200 years old, collectively. Their fan base hasn't changed much. It's only gotten older, fatter, and uglier. Yet they still dress the same. There were a few guys who looked a lot like that Dog the Bounty Hunter guy, and a few gals who looked like his lovely bride. Sort of. The crowd also consisted of a couple of younger fans who, like me, managed to find a relatively out of the way bathroom, but who took advantage of the handicap stall by having sex there, not like me. I was concerned at first that maybe the guy was taking advantage of the girl, and I almost took a picture over the wall to be sure everything was okay. But then I remembered that you go to jail for doing stuff like that. So I just eavesdropped a little until I heard her say something positive about the experience. Then I lingered around a little longer, in case I was needed. But I was missing Diamond Dave and the Van Halen Trio, so I went back to my seat.

It was great seeing this band. I can't believe that Sammy Hagar was ever allowed to carry the Van Halen name. Sure, they had a few hits with Hagar, but David Lee Roth is irreplaceable. His showmanship was on full display this 1st of November. Like a ringleader at the circus, Roth had a full supply of colorful top hats, and ran around the stage like a man merely in his mid 40s. VH began the show with "Everybody Wants Some," which always makes me think of Better Off Dead. I want my $2! Haha, what a great movie. "Do you know the street value of this mountain?" Ah, Booger... What? Oh, right... So then Van Halen continued to rock out, playing all the old school songs, and doing it at about 70% of their previous ability (or maybe that's how they rocked it back in the day, I wouldn't really know). Not to detract from the monumentalessness of the show, but Eddie Van Halen has lost a few steps; David Lee Roth can make it through the chorus of any song, but he stumbles with the rest; Alex reminds me of Fish from Barney Miller and doesn't need to offer a drum solo anymore; and I've got nothing really to say about Eddie's fat son other than what I just said. But I loved it. Just have a listen to the grand finale and you'll get a sense of it all. You'll see my crap vantage point of the stage. You'll hear them rock, you'll hear mediocrity mixed with great nostalgic rock, you'll barely see anything but you'll see some of Dave's theatrics. Check it out.



One more thing. On the way out, we walked through the rows of empty seats to bypass the gridlock in the outer ring of the arena. A few turns into our shortcut, we came across an older, fairly unattractive woman, still seated caring for an equally unattractive guy who was rather immobilized with a healthy does of vomit on his Chucks. Van Halen was so rockin, the guy puked. Well done.