Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The Detroit Summer Smash, 8-21/22/23, CAID: featuring Oblisk

Ever Forward: Oblisk
Playing Friday, midnight, at the Detroit Summer Smash (CAID)
~J.Milo

















“On the way to Detroit…”

Asim Akhtar’s way of writing is inspired by movement, the feeling of an overwhelming, shunting force, put to music. “It’s a linear thing,” said the Oblisk singer/guitarist, “I diagram them by drawing them out. I want it to flow like this,” he gestures upward with his hands, “and then it goes off kinda like this,” then waves them downward. He can’t write music notes, per se, and though he has plenty of experience jamming with longtime friend, drummer Elturk, he often “maps out” melodies and time signatures. “I had no idea,” said Elturk, “It sounds like a seismograph.”

“Movement,” Akhtar says again, describing the wavy dreamscapes of the band’s psychedelic space rock and rhythm heavy feedback-fuzzed, pedal warbling Brit-pop revivalist post-punk. “Shifting of the gears, trains flowing down, picking up people, planes taking off, whatever, getting into a car accident, going into the hospital, getting out and then going back the next day…”
















Guitarist/keyboardist Nick Baran nods, “…Probably the best way to describe it.” Movement, indeed, this interview nearly took place entirely inside an elevator – but that’s another story…

They all agree that the roots of the band are fairly mysterious; starting out in 01 they soon began handing out free EP’s on art-splattered mini-discs with band name, or any names at all, indeed, when the band started in 2001, between longtime friends Akhtar, Elturk and bassist Manan Desai, they didn’t have a name. They joke that because of their cryptic online profile, no one would know what they looked like until the day of the show. From there, the Pakistani Akhtar, the Philippino/Lebanese Elturk, the Indian Desai and Baran, from Florida, would often mess with curious crowds by announcing a rotating country of origin at each show, be it Iceland, Japan or, “Hi, we’re Oblisk, from the Artic Circle.” And by the way, “That’s Oh-bliss-k.”

Indeed, a very worldly band. Baran moved up from Florida as a freshman, while Aktar, Elturk and Desai grew up together, through “the awkward years” as teenagers, attending Adams High in Rochester. Looking back, Desai said, “We realized we all had high squeaky voices when we met, it’s weird to think about.” Then, Elturk, commenting on the jam sessions that would serve to be the band’s genesis: “…we would just jam, never like that Phish-jam-band stuff, but just...it was always freedom to do whatever, never really critical, whatever came out...”

In 2004 they released a proper EP. Afterwards, that same year, Akhtar left to travel the world, in search of inspiration – with a backpack, all the money he had in the bank, some plane tickets, a notebook, a camera and nothing else – for more than 100 days, “living like a nomad.” “I had to find some inspiration, some words, and that was the right moment for it to happen,” and he soon started charting out the lines of their next LP, Tune In/Tune Out, somewhere in the jungles of Thailand, or on the top bunks of hostels in Europe. (The album was also recorded with bassist Kyle Babcock.)

Four years later, it finally debuted – but Two weeks before their CD release show, however, Akhtar’s lab top, holding all the recordings, software and mixing of the album, died, (“…it sounded like a constipated hyena!”) This led to a torturous and nerve-wracking run-around, with failed data recoveries and computer support stores skipping town and the whole monstrous headache of re-re-mixing, or re-doing entire parts, or asking friends to help out. Indeed, the band expressed a great thanks to their friends, noting that over the 4 year adventure of making their 14-song full length, they recorded inside upwards of 25 different locations: kitchens, basements, music rooms, hallways and almost an elevator. “It took us forever because we were 100% DIY,” said Akhtar.















Thankfully, he had “an old-old back-up.” Since the record came out this year, they’ve been playing out consistently around Detroit – with an East Coast tour on the horizon, as well as the CAID’s Summer Smash festival.

I ask about influences, and Akhtar points to Desai, claiming him to be a human jukebox.
He shrugs modestly, maneuvering to: “The stuff that everyone liked a lot was Spacemen 3, Spiritualized…”

“But what do you like?” Akhtar pokes.

“I like Alice Coltrane a lot, Pharaoh Sanders…so, that period of music. That’s another kind of wall-of-sound thing. Hip hop too, man, Detroit hip hop, Jay-Dee…”
“Ride,” Akhtar offers for himself, “My Blood Valentine, Spiritualized, Spacemen 3. The Verve, Radiohead…you can’t deny…”

“Not to touch on that too much,” Baran offers, “I think the first time I heard Jonny Greenwood’s solo on ‘Paranoid Android,’ that made me want to go buy effects-pedals. But, I’d also say Sonic Youth and Smashing Pumpkins are my biggest…”

“Been listening to a lot of Pulp lately,” says Elturk, “lot of the psychedelic stuff, just the whole Creation Records scene…”
“How ya gonna forget Brian Jonestown Massacre?” proclaims Akhtar.
Nodding, Desai says, “That’s a good mergence point too…”
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Asking Akhtar and Baran about their overwhelming reverb storms brought on by their pedals, Akhtar reveals he also uses two pedals for his voice. “People either like it or hate it,” he says, pausing to imitate listener’s most common question, “‘What are you saying?’”

“There’s a lot of depth,” says Elturk, “you can’t really understand what your saying, but you can still sting a song and mess up all the words…”

“You can treat it as a melody,” Desai says, “…[voice] as an instrument.”

One of their best songs is a steady pounding, dark ethereal rocker, “Ancestors,” with plenty of stratospheric guitars stabbing and sashaying their way gracefully through the song like some marvelous reverberated northern lights. The song is about Detroit, as “a symbol for the world…” said Akhtar. “What has happened to all these places. How, a lot of people lived in certain places, they move from there and what happens there [afterward]? We’re a province of that…our families moved from 3rd world countries to here, what will happen to our great grandchildren? What happened before you even knew what was going on? And, look at it now. We’re a Detroit band, and I think all Detroit bands have a lot of pride in Detroit. We may not be the tourist capital of the Midwest, but we are the music capital, in my opinion. We could be living in South Dakota…”

See Oblisk at the CAID’s Summer Smash, Aug. 22nd. Check out their music at: myspace.com/oblisk
Summer Smash line-up
Thursday August 21st, $5 or $16 for festival pass
Friday August 22nd, $8
10pm- Hotness
11pm- Beggars
12am- Oblisk
12:30am- DJ Afterglow
Saturday August 23rd, $8 for full-day Saturday pass
3pm – OHTIS
6pm- dinner break!!!
7pm- Prussia
9pm- Goudron

Prussia - Dear Emily, Best Wishes, Molly

Local quartet (and a DC favorite) release their first full-length, Saturday night at the AC Rich Building in Pontiac.

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Prussia – Dear Emily, Best Wishes, Molly
Common Cloud
~J.Milo


At one instant you’re at a soda fountain, surrounded by day-glo hues and crew-cuts and glowing jukeboxes. Next thing you know, you taste the scorching air of a Jamaican shantytown and start bobbing to a reggae ballad. Or you could be dancing in the streets to jangly rhythms, with the alluring grooves and hard hooks of r&b or classic 60’s pop. There may be a lot of screaming. There may be a lot of crooning. It could be romantic, it could be dark.

Prussia, on their debut full length, hits pure pop elegance with subtly primal energy, with head-scratching grins and casual shrugs towards any preconceived domains of suburban white indie rockers. It’s tribal pop, with a crackly, starry-night classicism.

The local quartet enthusiastically delves into soulful pop and roots reggae, transposing a refreshing timelessness onto this nihilistic technological age, with Morrissey-esque sonnets sung in raspy Drifters-esque high-range vocals and Four Seasons oh-OH-oh melodic refrains, over bounce-to-groove Jamerson-inspired bass lines, with intricate and inventive percussion spawned from Talking Heads’ art-punkified take on the Afro-Cuban allure.

A warm toned guitar sways and strums lazily over tropical clave claps and tambourine jangles (“Indian Girls”) with theremins delicately haunting this song’s sleepy-town back alleys. On “Lenin”, sun-soaked surf guitars ride a beach-shore tide of rhythmic scrapes on guiros in some beautiful sandy torch-lit folk lullaby, with serene sing-along chorus. Opener, “Plantation Workers (Unite and Takeover),” is a slow burning groove march, with bassist Bober’s hooking boom creating a unique take on the rhythmic chording of roots reggae, allowing singer Spencer to spew an arresting up-and-down vocal melody, an anthemic weird-Rasta-rant that transitions into a glorious smorgasbord, growing from a distant clacked train-track percussion from drummer Remdonek that churns into a tribal pounded storm as Spencer paints imagery of hot and desolate African plains during snake season – then, jingle bells and a bouncing melodica ride us out of this dark mystic muse. “I Misbehave” is a scruffy troubadour resolution of debating to find God in an ambitious trek around the Rocky Mountains, minimalist bass bounds and a gritty buzz feedback ride shimmering daydream bells. On “Oil” a looped log drum beat sets a driving, sunny vibe in the most unabashedly soul-pop attributed hook, but features Spencer at his best murky-romantic: “You’re certainly not our type, you’re far too bright, still we – we made shit out of our brains…” in a melody that slides and swirls up, loops gracefully and eases back into a slide.

Centerpiece “Supreme Being” may be the quintessential statement for their perfect pop hybrid of bop-buh-bop doo-wop aesthetics with crazed edgy avant-garde waltzing rounds, serenely supplemented with a sunny Western-woozy violin that topples into a rousing machine gun percussive romp culminating in the entrancing chanted chorus “That boy’s been breaking my heart, that boy’s been doing me wrong…” It winds down to a folky-er mellowness on side B, but it’s still a captivating listen: a diverse sound, filled with melodic hooks and unconventional instrumentation, sufficiently renovating the gap of indie-rock rough edge experimentalism back to a clean-cut swing of soul, r&b and reggae.

Stunning...blissful...grooving...

Monday, August 11, 2008

Friday at the Old Miami...

The Nice Device come back with an energetic line up, headlining a bill with Serenity Court and Bad Party - Friday, at the Old Miami.


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Bad Party, Serenity Court, Nice Device
Spazzo-dance-electro-shock + retro-harmony-heavy folk pop + the indie-pop-alt-rock shred

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DJ Eugene Strobe; DJ Phil Childers
DJ-Carjack (pictured)


















(trevor long)














..and this guy...

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Night Shall Eat These Girls and Boys












“I got a bunch of muuusic to plaaay!”

Tight, tranquil pop songs with heartbreakingly winding poetics, low-key fuzzy muffled chirpy-folk, like a hazy traipsing firebug chase at twilight; Night Shall Eat These Girls and Boys is a minimalist electro-pop collective, from Ypsilanti. They take their name from an e.e. cummings poem; "I've always liked weird, long names," said Willy Skillets, the singer/guitarist/and beat percolator, the one constant member of the 15+ member rotation, who once played in band with a 12-word-long-name. He's been joined throughout the summer by bassist Alexander Lopez and keyboardist Austin Hermann, aligning with Skillets upon his return from EMU for the summer, for the tour he had planned earlier in 08.

They self-released 2 CD's, a demo EP and the more proper Where Your Interests Lie, 7 songs of tragic beauty and often watery-eyed gushers of crumbled relationships or a more worldly reverence for the things that really matter in life, put to aerodynamic, singularly stunning electro-groove instrumentation, often stripping it all down to the most simple of melodic statements from the trio (all 21 or younger), who know how to harmonize and often bring a very danceable beat to the table.

















They chart the band's genesis to 2005 – born from Skillets constant writing and, thus, constantly searching for new musicians with which to play or record. "When I started out, I played solo, with a drum machine all the time," said Skillets. "After a while, when I realized the advantages of a group, I stayed away from that. But, I went through 4 drummers, drummers just vanish all the time. [Also,] drummers don't like to be told what to do, which is fair, that's like they're arena. But, I decided with the specifications I wanted, it was easier just to make it electronic drum stuff."

Speaking on collaborations, "…it's just easier than making new bands all the time, just bring people in and out...When we get people playing different instruments, they usually take the parts and modify them," said Skillets. "Austin went to town on a number of the keyboard parts."

The trio all attended Oxford High School together, in Oxford, MI, north of Waterford. Lopez (who performed in a unique electro band called Senor-Senora) had played drums in a band with Skillets in high school, while Hermann played in a band called the Guava Players.

“Just to make it more convoluted,” quipped Skillets, “last summer we all recorded stuff together even though they weren't playing with me at that point.”

Indeed, lines blur when it comes to delineating projects, or which songs will end up where.

Hermann explained, “It was always like...Will would come back from school during the summer and be like,” (throws his arms up and does ‘jazz-hands’) “I got a bunch of muuuusic to plaaaay!!!”

“Will had been planning a tour for this summer,” explained Lopez, “but his old band [disbanded] so he came home [from EMU] and said, ‘Hey, Alex, Austin…I need a favor…wanna learn all my songs and come on a tour with us?”

Collaborations, as well as song construction, is healthily loose. Says Hermann, “Will would show you what he wanted but he would never kill you if you added something extra...so I dunno, it was a pretty loose process.”

The vibe of heartbroken singer/songwriter sonnets has drifted into more beat-heavy dance modes as of late…getting “out of that emo-state-of-mind,” said Skillets, “as I think less in those terms I like to make dancier stuff…I just feel dancier, so that’s where it’s going…”

“And our two danciest songs don’t have any lyrics,” Lopez adds.

Skillets shrugs and jibes “Cuz I don’t know how to write happy things…” The trio chuckles.

Future plans include another tour, more local shows and simply garnering more experience.

Skillets, speaking on the live chemistry of the trio, notes how Lopez was able to develop a marvelous amount of stage presence from his tenure in Senor-Senora: “Which is something that I was looking for because I usually ended up doing too much (electronics) to do anything so that was something I wanted. And then, Austin isn't...he's like...plays the keyboard in his band cross legged, just chillin out..., so I like that balance, cuz Alex is pretty crazy out there and we're like that sometimes, but then...its' a fuse of elements, that’s what I was hoping to bring. Because when you have the music mostly written--it's about what the performers bring to perform it; it doesn't matter that [Austin] writes mostly jazz/ragtime parts on his own, and Alex writes acoustic to loud sounding guitar parts, it's about how they perform in any given setting...that's what I wanted to bring them in for...”

See them live 8/17 at the Dreamland Theatre in Ypsilanti
Or 8/23 at Corktown Tavern




















Electric Lions/Questions at Silky's; Drinking Problem at Lager House

















[Dave Lawson (Pop Project/Drinking Problem) asked me last night, "So, who is Deep Cutz Charlie?" I didn't intend for the mystery...DC Charlie = J.Milo - Dual-identities can cause problems down the line, phone bills, relationships, tax evation...so, at some point one of these alter-egos is going to take over entirely...not sure which...]


So then,...just a bit of scattered reconnaissance from the weekend...including The Electric Lions/Questions show at Silky's Music/Martini Lounge in Dearborn - and The Drinking Problem/Hotness/Universal Temple of Divine Power show at the Lager House.

























Starting with this past Friday, Rabeah from The Electric Lions completed his mission of "bringing Detroit to Dearborn" by inviting the visceral folk-rock quartet The Questions, to join his band on a bill at Silky's (think Dearborn's answer to The Northern Lights Lounge.) It was a great turn out with an energetic vibe flowing throughout the night. Both bands were stunning - The Questions strayed from their usual psychedelic tribal trounces into a more straight forward, guitar heavy set, stretching out into folk and blues-heavy territories, enhanced with a second guitarist and bass player.












The Electric Lions swung their way through a valiant set of high-flying rhythm-heavy rockers, showing strength in musicality and chemistry. The surf-toned solos were at times sublime and at other times downright raucous. Check out songs from their recently released album here.


































The next night, even though their keyboardist had some other very important plans this weekend, The Drinking Problem still played as a trio at the Lager House, providing the crowd with one of the strongest, most invigorating sets I've ever seen them play. High adrenaline, jumped up 2-minute, melodic hard-rocking tunes made up the majority of the set between longtime friends Eddie Baranek (guitar) and Dave Lawson (bass), with Four Hour Friends' Jeremy Stork on drums. A happy birthday celebration for guitarist Elliott Moses of the Universal Temple of Divine Power.





















































A lot of stuff coming up here on Deep Cutz - Oblisk, Prussia and The Silent Years + Hamtramck Polish Festival and The Detroit Summer Smash.



stay tuned

thanks for reading.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

The Silent Years - The Globe (-Thomas Matich)

Here at Deep Cutz, we provide you with pure, unwound inspiration, brought on by extended, thorough headphone sessions and musical study. A dialogue with music. It's never really much gossip or hot-off-the-presses news items. No, simply unadulterated analysis..., or really, musings, on the many intricacies of a piece of music (typically recognized here, as the album format.) We're not here to continue some of the unhealthy symptoms of the internet music community or to let the fact that we listen to a lot of music allow us to believe, for a second, that we know more than anyone else. Nothing is flaunted. Nothing is torn down just so we can look cool... Headphones, an album, pen and paper...discourse...dialogue.

Today, and in the months to come, Deep Cutz features its own style of the review, brought to us in this edition by music writer Thomas Matich, as he unpacks, dissects and explores the epic/dreamy-folk pop of local band The Silent Years and their new album: The Globe.
(~milo)

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Spinning The Globe:
The brilliant new album from The Silent Years


by Thomas Matich
















I first met Josh Epstein in a limousine riding up to Ann Arbor on a frigid February night en route to a Vampire Weekend concert. As flurries of snow blurred by the windows during a winter blast, we put our lives in the driver’s hands. I leaned into Epstein, the lead signer of The Silent Years, telling him how much of a fan I was of their live show (if you let them open for you, prepare to be overshadowed). Always dressed dapper in a blazer and usually accompanied by his equally fashionable Icelandic flame, Birta, Epstein cordially thanked me and returned compliments my way. Then, our party arrived at The Blind Pig, as we began pillaging through pitchers and swaying to the Graceland grown ska grooves of those doll faced Ivy League lads.

Shortly afterward, an unmixed copy of The Globe, the upcoming new record from the local band, found its way onto my iTunes. There was a listening session in the offices of Real Detroit. The tunes didn’t immediately resonate with me. But, based off their previous work and stellar concert repertoire, I was thinking that the finished product had the potential to be fantastic. The band recruited Chris Coady, who previously mixed TV on the Radio’s Return to Cookie Mountain. And like TVOTR, The Silent Years have jettisoned their debut, delivering an album where the melodies and hooks linger in one’s memory as just singing a few lines to a fellow fan elicits gleeful chatter of how fucking great The Globe is.

















(by Silent Giants)


After getting acquainted with these splendid songs for a few months, they’ve become as cozy as an old blanket, as not just the ears, but the entire body is wrapped in a cocoon of compositions that light the way through a darkened cave. These are tracks that bleed as blood brothers lost at sea, united by ships crashing on top of the most mystical and terrifying tidal wave that ironically washes the castaways onto a glorious tropical isle. The suitcases full of glistening treasures and belongings are floating far away, some haven’t survived and no man is an island to himself. The Globe spins on the axis of our iPods, where the world is a scary place, and even when the youth culture strives for manufactured individuality and apathy, Epstein reminds us that in the end, we are all in this together.


Through the tingling treble of an old telephone, Epstein cautions: “you could arrive on any city on the globe and feel alone. ” With hints of Radiohead at their most potent and rock (The Bends with bigger balls), bookshelf speakers don’t do justice to this elevating arc of a symphonic powerhouse jam. One of those ignorant codes of manhood is that it’s taboo to ask for help, that men must fend for themselves. If The Beatles begged for a handout by chiming “Help! I need somebody!” than Epstein displays the internal struggles of guardian angels or those psychologists that are more fucked-up than their patients (“my hands became a wishing well and people started throwing change/ you know I want to change”) as the lump-in-the-throat chorus erupts and begs to be echoed by anyone whose ever had someone help them get back on their feet: “climb on! climb on! climb on! my back!”


Detroit can be viewed as a microcosm of this country, where its industrial base reflects the health of the economy as a whole. With their self-titled debut, where Epstein sang, “I won’t complain if this town caught fire,” on “This Town,” there’s a familiar glow of backyard barbeques in Motor City suburbs blaring throughout. Although it’s a fine first record, it lacks the unison of vocals, melody and instrumentation that The Globe masterfully meshes. Compared to their latest, it seems like a local band gushing with talent that is just waiting to have their passport stamped. When Barack Obama has become an international superstar appearing on Access Hollywood, Rolling Stone covers and drawing thousands for speeches in foreign lands, he’s become, as the New York Times recently opined, “the acting President.” And the world is paying extra close attention to our upcoming election and, as always, pop-culture. In tough times where Americans are seeking a “change,” the rest of world seems to be waiting in the wings. Therefore, The Globe does turn with this planet that some say is in peril.


But this world doesn’t revolve around us, even though we are its keepers during our lifetime. What mark we will leave? Could Epstein be hinting at Global Warming, war, poverty or gluttony on “Pay It Back,” when he warns “don’t you think that it’s yours, because maybe it belongs to everyone”? With World’s Fair horns bellowing in the background that could’ve come from the caboose of the cherry-cheeked conductor on Mr. Rogers’ tranquil trolley, another smiley sing-along ensues simply to the tune of “da, da, da, da.” The juxtaposition of cheery carols and bleak lyrics could subscribe to the fact that on this spinning globe, where there’s always night, somewhere else there’s sunshine. And I’ve had several discussions about the dark subject matter of this record, and although death and gloom are a driving element, the album reaches its zenith in moments that highlight hope and triumph over adversity.


Iceland’s influence on Epstein isn’t limited to romance. While their Radiohead sprinkles are morphed by Epstein’s vocal dexterity and clarity providing the juicy cherry on top, there’s an interesting relationship with Sigur Rós on The Globe. However, Epstein doesn’t sing in Hopelandic (although any sensible music fan knows most lyrics are open-ended). But the stellar, crackling, thumping hollow drums of “Ropes” could be compared to Sigur Rós’ first single, “Gobbledygook,” from their newest album. While the Icelanders worked with Flood and perhaps gone “Sigur Lite,” The Silent Years are heavy and they pack The Globe with enough nuclear nuances to spark another Big Bang.












The record’s rousing finale, “Open Up Your Eyes,” begins with an orchestration of those beautiful, glacial and stirring break-beats that Sigur Rós perfected on ( ) and Ágætis byrjun. As plucks of hazy distortion build, Epstein purrs about catching a break in life and needing to straighten up his spine, recollecting on his grandfather’s belief in him as a newborn. If The Globe is about focusing on the negative and how to change for the better (“you know I want to change”), than maybe remembering those words from Grandfather serve as the moment of insight, a sudden turn of the corner to a path leading to light at the end of the tunnel. The song explodes into furious handclaps and chants of “Open up our eyes! Wide! So we can see more!” During a recent performance at St. Andrews Hall, the crowd sang and clapped along to those words with the spirit of a church choir. It was one of those moments of unity. However heavenly Sigur Rós live might be, don’t hold your breath for audience participation on the scale of sing-a-longs or The Silent Years handing out noise makers, spraying silly-string or calling for an impromptu slow-dance to Sinead O’Connor’s “Nothing Compares 2 U.”


When I recently read that Paul Simon’s Graceland was on the band’s current playlist, I was reminded of that Vampire Weekend romp and thought of the similarities and differences between the two bands (musical, socioeconomic, hype etc.). If Vampire Weekend have released one of the best albums of the year that is drenched in the details of worlds some may never know, The Silent Years have crafted a classic that speaks volumes on something everyone on this planet can relate to: what ends first, the world or us?

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(next week: exclusive, Josh Epstein in a Deep Cutz interview)

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Old Miami Show, 8 / 15: Nice Device, Serenity Court, Bad Party - DJ's Carjack. Phil Childers, Eugene Strobe and Deep Cutz

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That's right - 3 great bands (Nice Device, Serenity Court and Bad Party) and 4 dueling DJ's, including myself and Mr. Carjack. as well as Phil Childers and Eugene Strobe (from Defying the Law Bike Club)...."carjacking" the wheels of steel...

August 15th, at the famous Old Miami. Come on out... we'd love to see you.


and then...one last quick, modest proposal / shameless reminder

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Monday, August 4, 2008

Questions / Electric Lions, Silky's Martini Lounge, August 8th

Come see us, Friday
21931 Michigan Ave, Dearborn, MI

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Sunday, August 3, 2008

The Nice Device (8/15, Old Miami)


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(photos: Zach Shipps)


Deep Cutz
Jeff Milo

"just want it the way it was..."

Nice Device have always had a beautiful blend of the dreamy and the aggressive; I mean, I caught myself mid-sentence; the lecherous cartoon-of-a-man Bret Michaels has already made a retching parody of the “rose with its thorns” metaphor, but…there’s undeniable vigor-and-enamor to their bittersweet, rhythm-heavy alt-pop anthems.



Their 04 debut, Birth of a Lover was a fiery pounding fuzz explosion, while 05’s ambitious Nightlife LP expanded a more electronically stylized romanticism - a bit less gritty shreds for a few more electro-dream-pop overtones. Now they’re back down to a 4 piece (Alica Gbur-singer/guitarist, Jeff Alber-bass, Matt Lannoo-guitarist/vocals, Nick Gerhardt-drums) with an inspiring demo, “Crawlspace” (from their forthcoming release, which you can hear at myspace.com/thenicedevice) combining their early day grit-n’-hard-hitting riffage with their experience for building pleasing pop structures, synth-buzz churns and stratospheric guiar pedal mysticism, with Gbur's potent, unwavering vocals.



After touring Europe with the Von Bondies, Gbur and Lannoo “are back with the Nice Device in full force,” said Gbur, “writing and recording songs for a new record, or EP, download or whatever. We are recording at the Loft. Tim from The Fags is producing the new stuff. Needless to say we are very excited. The sound is more like the way we used to be. More pop, less filler.”
(Gbur now takes tri-responsibility of keys, guitar and vocals.)



The longtime local favorites play with harmony-heavy Serenity Court and synth-shockers Bad Party – the Old Miami, Aug. 15.



Here's a bit more catching up, in the Deep Cutz interview, with Gbur.


















DC/Milo: how has 2008 been going?

AG:...pretty great actually. Matt and I took a bit of a Nice Device hiatus to tour and play in the Von Bondies for roughly 7 months. It was such a great experience to tour Europe and UK as well as have a different job in another band. I think we both needed to regain some energy for playing and writing as well as learn to really appreciate the people you play in a band with.

DC: how has the songwriting been going--can you distinguish different directions (or influences/moods) from the "Nightlife"?

AG: So, now we are back with The Nice Device in full force writing and recording songs for a new record or EP, download or whatever. We are recording at the Loft. Tim from the Fags is producing the new stuff. Needless to say we are very excited. The sound is more like the way we used to be. More pop less filler.

DC: does it feel, at all, like back to when the band first started? or if not, how's it different?

AG: OK, So we lightened the load as of late and decided to go back to a four piece. When i played in the Von Bondies this past winter i also played keys in the band, so we decided that i would now take up that role as well as play guitar. The new tracks are less key heavy so we are going to give it a try. Ya never know though- we mayhave a guest keyboard player show up every now and again, but we feel like the four of us are a pretty tight unit.

DC: And...future plans, for now?

AG: Other than general ass kicking, our future plans include doing an October Canada and east coast tour with Eons and to have some new material to play and pass around.That and an occasional Detroit appearance here and there. Cheers!


8 / 15, Old Miami

Feverish Dreams





















So, this is my 100th post...and, like a few already before this one--it features the Oscillating Fan Club. Last nite, many fine souls gathered over at the CAID for their vinyl release party, for their album, Feverish Dreams, as told by...


A few of my friends checked out the Go! Team/Thunderbirds Are Now/Deastro show over at the Magic Stick - a couple of them, regarding even the thought of going into the CAID, admitted a lingering shell-shock from being shoved down to the ground with guns in their faces, by the DPD, just 2 months prior. Which is understandable. The Thunderbirds sounded great as always, and Deastro (pictured here with TaN/Javelins bassist Julian Wettlin) played Light Powered live...(which was recently featured here.)

The Beekeepers were a fine-n'-crazy shock to the system, (kinda how it feels to go here and look at this page ) -Piano-led gypsy-creep blues and pop and tribal dance-sloshing grooves, some hints of punk splotched over this mutant-orchestral-vibe; with guitars and saxophones and a wiry, animated front man...surprising and refreshing on all angles.
Zoos of Berlin (who currently have an EP out and are finishing work in the studio for a future release) - also played a great set...bringing, as usual, their beautiful blend of Will Yates invigorating keys, Kevin Bayson's visceral gutiar shreds, Collin Dupuis monumental percussion, and Dan Clark / Trevor Naud's transcendent/enamoring harmonies. Quite the rockin' set, in fact...the set was clear of some of their slower softer ballads - they were all about the rhythm.
(At some point in the evening, I was asked by someone I'd met in person for the first time, "...how would I know you from the internet?" which, if you repeat it and muse on it, holds some pretty surreal ominous overtones for this strange detached future we live in...)
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(this shot's my favorite^: Pierce and Ray)
Then came the Fan Club (John, Rob, Ray and Pierce)- who, like some sort of squinting sweat soaked boxer with a taste for blood, strode out onto the stage looking as though they knew damn well that this was there moment, and what a glorious moment it was for them...
....the songs were tight and jubiliant, rousing, and thrilling as ever, in their characteristic art-punk/surf-psyche style...including cameos from Red China and Eugene Strobe, a cover of 13th Floor Elevators "You're Gonna Miss Me," and an encore with Television's "Friction."
Congrats boys.
and thanks for reading
-J.Milo
Coming up soon: The SummerSmash, with Oblisk and The Electric Firebabies.
(photos by Mike Milo)

Friday, August 1, 2008

Empty Orchestra - 8/6 at the Majestic Theatre, Detroit














From Flint, MI--


Empty Orchestra is anindie, alt-country rock group, consisting of upwards of 6-9 members, including lead singer/songwriter Stephen Wisniewski (vocals, guitars, bass, harmonica)- with Jeff Buffmyer (drums, vocals), John Duffy (guitar), Mark Michalik (drums, vocals), Vince Moreno (guitar), Chris Thibodeau (bass, vocals), Brandon Trammell (keys, vocals), Michelle Lukezic (bass, vocals), and Nick Meyberry (bass). They're torchbearers of the rough edge urban folk of Billy Bragg, or the smoky idiosyncratic poet-blues of Tom Waits and a revival of classic 70's singer/songwriter balladry--only amped up with a squadron of talented musicians bringing a fire to even the slower tunes.
















(Jeff Pianki, Brenten Kelly)


The bracing jangled acoustic guitars hit fast over these bobbing beats and the sound overflows with a syrupy warmth that makes you squint into the sunset as your relentless, scuffed up station wagon rolls further on down the immutable highway. The distinct sound of classic American R&B, that meloncholic escapism, that near-bluesy visceral howl and that near-country twang, combined with a distinct whirlwind alt-rock urgency, beautiful intertwining guitars, be it the strummed acoustic, the steady rhythm or the more exertive lead, with its solos and pedal roars.





And this invigorating live band will be coming to town this Wednesday, playing the Majestic Theatre with Lucero, Justin Townes Earle, and Glossary.





More info at: http://www.majesticdetroit.com/


Find more info about their releases, including their latest album, "Here Lies...Empty Orchestra" at: http://www.myspace.com/emptyorchestra