...And You Will Know Us by Our Wicked Long Name fills up that tiny little chalkboard on the Casbah door tonight. After a few false starts in the mid ’90s, the Austin act broke with their 2002 Interscope debut, alt-rock essential Source Tags and Codes — the rare record that’s made the progression from my Walkman to Discman to Pod. Trail of Dead is known for cavity-rattling rock that teases the edges of trad song structures and then hits hyperdrive at number 11. Fun ride. The quartet’s out to tout this year’s Tao of the Dead, out on the band’s appropriately named Richter Scale Records. With nu-gaze trio Ringo Deathstarr setting it up, this’d be the gig to get to tonight. By the by, Deathstarr’s new one, Colour Trip, would make for one fuzzy summer, Bloody Valentine fan.... Portland punk-pop trio the Thermals will warm up House of Blues. They’re touring in support of last year’s mixed bag of bubblegum rave-ups, Personal Life. The band’s standout is 2006’s apparently irreplicable The Body, the Blood, the Machine, which tempered the cute with, well, temper. So, get that one. Dance-punk duo Matt & Kim headline. Everything you need to know about the Brooklyn band can be seen — wink wink — in the vid for “Lessons Learned”.... Uptowning, the Whistle Stop’s Makeout Weird welcomes multimedia artist and UCSD professor Michael Trigilio doing some heady shit or other...the folk-rocky Fire Eaters, Fierce Creatures, and Nukes drop on Bar Pink...and art-punk act Ghetto Blaster turns up at Ruby Room with Marsupials, Jr. Worship, and Traindodge. Looks as if the GBs will be taking the show on the road this summer. God speed you Ghetto Blaster.
Oaktown power-pop band Hunx and His Punx pull into Soda Bar Friday night. Front hunk Seth Bogart has shared stage and studio with SD fave Nobunny and the late Jay Reatard, cross-pollinating his girl-group tendencies (Gravy Train, anyone?) with garage-rawk balls.
The Punx signed to Sub Pop subsidiary Hardly Art for this year’s Too Young to Be in Love, “a throwback pastiche of rock’s early years.” Bleached (Mika Miko), Viper Squad, and Fine Steps (Ganglians) go first, while DJ Mario Orduno spins round sets.... Best of the rest has Tin Can Ale House hosting the shoegaze-y anti-band Moonbeams’ record release with Rebar and Plums, Whirl, and Wife in support...Brick by Brick taps the Psychic Realm, an L.A.-based “sick-hop supergroup”...Silverlake girl-group Kissing Cousins visits Ché Café with Maren Parusel, Roxy Jones, and Colony...while psych-folk four-piece the Donkeys clop into Casbah with tropical-rock big band Red Pony Clock. The Donks are off for a brief summer swing after this thing, touring in support of sophomore set, Born with Stripes, which is out now on Dead Oceans.
Canadian power trio Rush is the big ticket at the Cricket this week. These three guys introduced me to a whole ’nother section of the bookstore. Concept rock. Jazz. They str-r-r-retched my attention span and lost me a lot of girlfriends. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.
Any of you kids need a primer or brother nerds need a reminder, I highly (arched brow) recommend Rush rockumentary Beyond the Lighted Stage. Excellent, and I do believe Jack Black hits the nail with his “rocket sauce” soliloquy.... And (just cuz my boss is watching): L.A. punk-n-roll trio Thousand Watt Stare (ex-Black President and Unwritten Law) looks into the Shakedown...trip-hop hit Aesop Rock’s at Casbah with Kimya (love the Peach)...Andrew Kenny’s (American Analog Set) Wooden Birds alight at Soda Bar (Matt Pond is in this band?)...Tower Bar stages an electro-garage show with Stalins of Sound and the Very...and Joey Belladonna (née Bellardini) of Anthrax fame stacks ’em up at Brick by Brick. Anthrax will be dropping a new disc, Worship Music, with Belladonna at the helm in September. The speed-metal crew heads home to da Bronx for a record-release that week. At Yankee Stadium. With Metallica, Slayer, and Megadeth. Oh, my.
Who’s your daddy? Happy Fatha’s Day, Pop!
I vote punk-rock matinee at Shakedown. Beerin’ and bullshittin’ in the sun with that other Canadian power trio D.O.A. The hardcores helped launch the genre in ’78 and last year released their 17th(!), Talk–Action=0. Like-minded locals Coda Reactor and crust punx Bumbklaatt will set the Midway stage. Show starts at 4p.... After that, Tinsel Teeth, Cacaw, Otro, and Batwings fill an outsider bill at Soda Bar. If you haven’t seen Tinsel Teeth, I’m talking nudity, blood-spitting, in-your-face GG Allin shit, ’cept the part of GG’s played by a hot little chick with a big rubber...stick.
Monday stuff looks and listens like Monday stuff should — a lot of strummin’ and hummin’, as surf-pop singer Donavon Frankenreiter settles into Belly Up for a two-night stint...Brooklyn indie folkies Leland Sundries visit Tin Can Ale House (dude sounds just like Lou Reed: myspace.com/lelandsundries)...and Brett Dennen brings his Loverboy tour to House of Blues, where Cali acousti-cats Dawes go first.
More New York at the Tin Can, as the Ale House gets folk-punk mopes Sad and French and Brick Factory...L.A. alt-rock trio Nico Vega’s down the hill at Little It’ly supper club Anthology...and Soda Bar’s got “human karaoke,” where/when you sing with their house band the Sidekicks. No, they don’t know any Jonas Brothers.
Humpnight has The Show Is the Rainbow at Bar Pink. The Lincoln, Nebraska act is one-man maelstrom Darren Keen.
“He sings. He raps. He screams. He produces. He makes videos. And in the end, so much is going on that it’s hard to figure out which is the best part because it all is so good,” last.fm does declare.... ’Round the bend, Soda Bar sets up Henry Clay People. The cheeky, L.A.-based brother band is out to tout This Is a Desert EP, another v. good guitar record for the classic-rock throwbacks. Fellow Los Angelinos Owens Valley Dynamite go off first.... Utter mentionables: Singer-songer Duncan Sheik’s selling American Psycho at Anthology...and Norwegian indie-punk cutie pie Ida Maria’s at Casbah behind her second studio set Katla. Miss Maria’s reported to have synesthesia — “she envisions colours when she hears music.” Colours with a u. Not American colors.
— Barnaby Monk