I Demand That We Attend This Show

LCD Soundsystem, May 13. I love this band. Here's the new vid for "North American Scum".

Galaxy Hut + Fake Accents + Magic Hat = 7.8.

(A concert reviewer for the Washington Post once told me to give my opinion up front. Here goes...)
The Fake Accents rolled out a harder, more punk sound at their Galaxy Hut show. Playing a plethora of new songs, the band simply tore the shit up. Tore it up! The performance solidified them as my favorite DC band. I said favorite! Rock Club Rating: 7.8! That's right, a 7.8! Why am I repeating myself? Why am I yelling? And why is my voice so high pitched?

Whoa, I need to settle down. I got a little worked up. Where was I? Oh yeah, The Fake Accents review. The evening began at my place where Jenny made us a nice spread of food and Oliver tried to bite Sacklunch in the nads. It took me many hours to teach Oliver that trick. Soon after the attempted ball biting we made our way over the Galaxy Hut.


The opening band was Impossible Hair. All I remember is they started with a campy song about ponies (or was it My Little Pony?) and then kicked straight into hardcore song. I loved it. However, I didn't listen to them too much because I was busy drinking and giving Potsy unsolicited advice on ass bouncing. I wouldn't hesitate to see them again though. I might even pay attention.

About three songs into the Fake Accents set, I questioned whether I was too kind in my opinion of the band. Were they really that good or was I just enjoying the show because of numerous pitchers of Magic Hat #9? Looking around the cramped bar, it was clear I wasn't the only one into the performance. This was confirmed when the crowd coaxed the band into playing an encore. I've never seen that happen in a small club like the Galaxy Hut. Of course, it helped that the Fake Accents rained thousands of dollars on the crowd, setting off a frenzy unseen this side of a Vegas strip club. Slick move.

While the harder sound and new punk stuff was great, I have one criticism. They have a good thing going with the alternating singers. However, things fall off when the bassist takes the lead. She doesn't have the haunting or edgy vocals of someone like Kim Gordon. It's a stark shift when she takes the mic after a bunch of songs by the guys. The music for her song may have been the best of the night, but the vocals just didn't seem a good fit. I'm curious what it would sound like with one of the guys singing. My guess: better.



"Final Thoughts" (my tribute to Jerry Springer. You you read this, picture me extra serious, sitting on a stool, speaking with a self-righteous tone of voice)
Over the past few years, there has been a backlash towards the traditional DC sound. It's considered uncool to sound like a Dischord band. Hell, even Dischord doesn't sound like Dischord. Aquarium, The Evens, Soccer Team? Not exactly Minor Threat. I like the Fake Accents because they don't apologize for sounding like a DC band or for gleaming from Pavement, Sonic Youth, The Pixies, etc. Do they Fake Accents sound like other bands? Sure. Do they embrace the DC sound and do it justice? Fuck yes they do. Do I like to ask myself questions and then answer them, Donald Rumsfeld style? You're damn right. Bottom line, they play fun, instantly likable indie rock. That's more than you can say about 90% of the other bands out there (we're looking at you, Cedars).

Who's Coming, redux

Okay, one last try with the "Who's Coming?" posts. Apparently the table I'm posting is screwing up the formatting for people accessing this blog via some as-yet-determined version of Internet Explorer. I didn't see the problem in Firefox, but if any of my people are suffering, I suffer as well. Blogger really, really sucks in terms of formatting posts. And again, the image above is from The Exorcist III, which I highly recommend.

Okay, here goes:

Date		Venue		Band
3/2/2007		Black Cat		The Thermals
3/4/2007		Black Cat		Grizzly Bear
3/5/2007		Birchmere		Christopher Cross
3/6/2007		State Theater		Of Montreal
3/6/2007		9:30		Badly Drawn Boy
3/16/2007		RNRH		The Raveonettes
3/23/2007		RNRH		The Walkmen
3/24/2007		Black Cat		The Ponys
3/27/2007		Black Cat		Fake Accents
4/3/2007		RNRH		The Long Winters
4/6/2007		Wolf Trap		Roger McGuinn
4/7/2007		9:30		Kaiser Chiefs
4/9/2007		RNRH		Erase Errata
4/10/2007		9:30		Low
4/13/2007		Black Cat		Junior Boys
4/17/2007		9:30		Ratatat
4/18/2007		9:30		TV On The Radio
4/19/2007		9:30		TV On The Radio
5/2/2007		RNRH		Sunset Rubdown
5/4/2007		DAR		Arcade Fire
5/13/2007		9:30		LCD Soundsystem

Not Really New, Sort of Improved...

I fixed up the web site a little. First, I corrected the issue that was pushing the side info to the bottom of the page. Good god that was a pain. Other changes:

- Schedule for who picks the show is posted through June
- Under "the bands", the links now goes to the review, instead of the bands web site
- I added a movies section and linked to the reviews

I considered adding a section for album reviews, but no one seems to care about those. If you have any other suggestions for the site, let me know.

I'm aware my Fake Accents review is way overdue. This is known as "procrastination". It's an advanced writing technique you wouldn't understand. Of course, it didn't help that I drank a lot of beer that night and waited this long to write the review. Look for lots of fabrications when I finally finish the post.

We're With You, Leather

Mooney Suzuki, 2/14/07

9:30 Club

Despite the ice and cold, all four members of Rock Club converged at the 9:30 for a Valentine’s Day rock show featuring the Mooney Suzuki. Dan rappelled into the venue from a hovering helicopter. Jason was carried into the club by a retinue of 28 Filipino cabana boys. Erin was launched onto the mighty Potomac on a jet ski from the back of the cruise ship Dandy, and jumped from sea onto land, obeying all traffic laws en route to 10^th and V NW. I drove my Civic hatchback and was able to find a parking spot without incident.

Due to the weather, attendance was sparse. All the single women in DC were at home, eating, getting fatter, and watching a My So-Called Life marathon. All the single dudes in the area were reading Maxim and touching themselves. Most couples, both married and unmarried, were facing each other across tables in nice restaurants, wondering where the magic went. Everyone else was at the Mooney Suzuki show.

Was it worth it? Well, yeah, I suppose. The band put on a hard-rockin’ show, but the low attendance probably put a damper on their enthusiasm. I saw this band open for The Hives in New York in 2002 (or maybe 2001?) and they were manic, climbing on the amps, sprinting around the stage, jumping, screaming, etc. Lead singer Sammy James, Jr. kept up some sort of negro preacher patter in-between songs, all show long. He’s an Adam Goldberg look-alike, for the record.

We saw glimpses of this showmanship on the 14^th, but it just wasn’t the same. Since their heady days of 2002 (or maybe 2001), the Mooney Suzuki have hit some rough times. The era of The Hives, The Strokes, and The Yeah Yeah Yeahs had raised hopes that some sort of scene was developing in New York, a sort of rock revivalist thing. And there was a scene, kind of, but it left the Mooney Suzuki behind, and they’ve since been dropped by their record label. The band seems to have accepted their new reality with good grace, but still. James, Jr. climbed on the bass drum a couple of times, and at one point climbed up on top of the amp stacks, but then climbed back down, as if the whole maneuver made his knee sore.

That said, the music is still pretty good. This is high-energy garage rock a la MC5 or Iggy and the Stooges, and that means there’s always gonna be some good rock, some loud noise, and some fuzzed-up guitar. And there was. Cuts from the new album were soft-as-shite—too many ballads—but the older stuff held up well.

All in all, the band did well, given the circumstances, which is why I’ll give them a 6.1. I’d definitely see them again, but they may want to think about switching to a smaller venue, because, ice storm or no ice storm, their moment has passed and there’s no way they can fill the 9:30.

On an unrelated note, I once again thought of a funny joke during the show, and was unable to share it with everyone because of the noise. I was thinking, if I were a cable access network producer, I would have a show featuring midgets and call it Small Talk. Just let the midgets talk, like the McLaughlin Group. They could discuss where they buy clothes, for example. I assume there’s midget clothing stores, just as there are big & tall boutiques. I suppose a midget can just buy kids’ sizes, but what self-respecting midget wants to walk around wearing Grrrranimals?

This also reminds me of a story my friend Ted told me. He said he had a friend who had a job selling windows, or siding, or somesuch, in Virginia, near Fredericksburg. This job involved going door-to-door, town-to-town. Anyway, long story short, this guy and his partner are driving and see a sign for this town, not marked on the map. They drive in, and being the good window/siding/whatever salesmen that they are, they notice that everything about this town looks off—the houses are smaller than average, the mailboxes are closer to the ground, the streetcurbs are inches high. Suddenly, a rock hits the windshield. They look around, and boom, more rocks—it’s like Fallujah. There’s a mob of midgets chucking rocks at them, yelling at them to get the fuck out.

It seems they had inadvertently stumbled onto a midget-only town, a sanctuary or refuge for the short where normal, adult-sized people weren’t allowed. As Israel is to the Jews, this town is to the midgets. And all the midgets want is to be left alone.

Fascinating, yes? This could also be discussed on Small Talk, but I’d wager that any midget who opened his mouth about this place wouldn’t last more than a minute on the street.

More Separated at Birth

Since we're all playing the separated at birth game, I wanted to post Exhibit A in the case of "Statehood Members Who Look Alike" (quotes added for James' "benefit").

In the upper left hand corner is Leigh, the guitarist who joined the band a few months ago. In the lower right is Clark, the lead singer. Basically, if Leigh put on 15 pounds and had lighter hair, they'd be the same person. I'll also note that Joe (upper right) could get work as an Abe Lincoln impersonator if he put in a little effort. Just an idea, in case the drumming thing doesn't work out.

BTW, I'm really looking forward to their show with The Thermals. That's a stellar rock lineup.

Back in Business

Midlake - February 7, 2007 - Rock & Roll Hotel ($12)

After an unexpectedly long "break," Rock Club braved the bitter cold and headed back to the Rock & Roll Hotel to reacquaint ourselves with live music. I'll be honest. I'm growing tired of writing these reviews. So I'll keep this short, in keeping with our time at the show.

The show (for us) began with opening act St. Vincent, which consisted of a bespectacled young woman with a waivering voice and supporting musicians whom I never saw. There was a really good crowd present for this show (thanks to Jason Lee's Myspace.com posts, I suspect), so I couldn't see to the front of the stage to see who else was with her. But it was at least a drummer. The geeky indie rocker was compared to Lisa Low-eb (as it was pronounced to me), but I didn't think she had that same sweet/yet annoying quality that Ms. Loeb had. But maybe she did share the same annoying quality as I was the only one who stayed until St. Vincent was finished. The rest of RC went back upstairs for free-form rap and bongo music. St. Vincent wasn't bad. Not my favorite either, but I if owned a coffee shop, I'd let her play there.

Too much time was spent hooking up the 4 or 5 separate keyboards, the LCD projector and screen, but after a few ear-piercing bits of feedback faded Midlake began their set. The first thing I noticed about this band was their impressive harmonizing. Singer/songwriter Tim Smith & guitarist Eric Pulido do that very well together. And it fits well for the soft-rock that they basically play. This is the music that you play for your special lady as you get her drunk and light the candles. I'm sure that TJ and Jimbromski were pleased when "Roscoe" was the 2nd song performed. They had been talking about that tune before the show, and I'm sure it made it easier to leave early once they heard it.

I only stayed for about 6 songs or so before I felt like I had enough to get the point. I would have needed to listen to more of their studio albums to have stayed for the whole thing. The rock quotient was relatively low, which made it tough to stick with after a while. Overall, I thought they put on a high quality show. Good sound, good performance. But I wouldn't fight you for a ticket to their next show.

As for separated at birth, how about these two Erics?

Is Anybody Tired of This Joke Yet?

Because I'm not. The joke being, pick one person, and then try and determine who they most resemble.

In honor of Dan and the boner he is sporting because of the impending arrival of 2006 Best Band Thorkelson winners Erase Errata, I give you:

Kelly Leak, Bad News Bears














Jenny Hoyston, Erase Errata