Total gig rating: 6.5/10
Hey guys, we haven’t talked in a while. I’m sure you still care about me though. And hang on my every word. And constantly refresh my blog page until it updates. Yes, I’m positive that this happens. SO, I (sort of) got a media pass for this show. The thing is, ____ from Nice Purse told me that he would put me on the guest list, but ended up forgetting about it. I won tickets through Radio K though, and luckily got into the show anyways. He also came up to me before the show to ask if I got onto the list and he gave me a copy of Nice Purse’s new CD and a tape, so I appreciated that. I’m not bothered that he forgot, but I super glad that I won tickets through Radio K. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have gotten into the show!
(Side note: Sometimes when I win tickets, none of my friends/relatives can end up going with me. If you ever want to know when I have an extra ticket which I am giving away, message me your cell phone number! Follow me on twitter as well, because I’ll be posting there to say I have an extra ticket. @MMIMCB)
Back to business. Whilst waiting for Squares to start, I was messing around with the settings on my borrowed camera and realised that I didn’t have a memory card. Oh yes, at a show with a media pass and no memory card. Thank fuck CVS is only a few blocks down the street, otherwise I would’ve been screwed. I speed-walked over to the pharmacy and got back in time for Squares. Their set was only about six or seven songs long, but they made fantastic use of their time on stage. The first two songs they played were lilting indie-rock songs that weren’t redundant, but didn’t seem very creative to me. Although these weren’t especially exciting, they were executed with a very good sound quality and an interesting blend of trombone, violin, keyboard, guitar, bass, vocals, and drums. “Damnit” was one of these first songs, and I picked up on a line in it that was almost identical to one in Timber Timbre’s song “Woman”. “Do forget what you want to remember, do you remember what you try to forget”. The rest of the set got more interesting and the band started to play some more Latin-styled songs. One which I enjoyed but don’t know the name was had a strong galloping beat and was reminiscent of a horse chase through the Southwestern deserts. The tempo progressively got quicker and filled the small venue with excitement. The vocals of the band were not quite my style, but the band blended together well. I hope to see this local band continue to grow in popularity.
The next and possibly biggest act of the night was another local band, Nice Purse. The band contains members (Ian Nygaard and France Campe) of the also-local-and-rising-in-popularity-band Howler. This was Nice Purse’s release show for their new album, Slumber Girls. For the festivities, they decked themselves out in face paint and party hats and decorated the stage with balloons, cake, and a human-ish piñata. France didn’t wear a shirt, there was a raffle and glitter guns. It was all very exciting. Now I should probably talk about the music. Ah, the music. Nice Purse are a punk band, in essence. A punky surfy rocky, punk band. This being realised, I got the show I expected. The vocals were fuzzy and screechy, the musicality was minimal, but it was ever-so-fun. Their show was a dance-y rock fest with bright colors and guitars flashing everywhere. Putting France at the lead was definitely a very good decision. France Writhed and trashed about the small stage with a spring-like energy. Losing a guitar strap is insignificant and the edge of the stage is definitely not a boundary. Fun fun fun overall. My mom hated them though. I won’t quote her text messages, but she though they were terrible. Oh well, I guess that kind of thing’s not for everyone. The ~younger~ crowd pretty much cleared out once Nice Purse got off the stage.
Third and last to take the stage was the the surf-pop-rock band DOM, from Worcester, Massachusetts. As a whole, their show wasn’t very exciting. All of the band members seemed tired/sad/pissed. I hardly blame them through it, considering they nearly died while driving to Minneapolis. Apparently their car fishtailed in the snow. It probably just wasn’t their night. I don’t blame the lack of energy for a dislike of Minneapolis though, considering that Dom made a point to tell the crowd that he loved us. The show picked up a little bit during the song “Burn Bridges”, but soon fell back down again. They ended the show with their hit, “Living in America”, which they plodded through. I really don’t care though, it probably sucks to have one really popular song.
“Give that bitch a cake!”
Total Gig Rating: 8.5
This was one of the biggest gigs I’ve been to in a while.. I got to the door at around 20 minutes before opening and there was already a line of about eight people. Since the show was (first all-ages, then 16+, then 18+, then) 16+, there were a lot more kids there and the crowd seemed a lot less pretentious than most of the hipster crowds I end up in the middle of and feeling out of place. I mean, as fabulous as I may seem (and I bet I seem really fabulous), I’m really just a music nerd kid who likes to have fun at shows. I can’t keep up with this obscure fashion-junkie crowd and I don’t plan to try. But anyways, with this crowd I felt more comfortable and I have BUSINESS CARDS now, two of which I ended up handing out. I feel so official. One strange thing from the evening was the friggin’ barrier. It was made of hollow steel pipe and the height of it was just under my chin. After that it was two feet of open air and then another pipe. Seriously, what the fuck? If you’re gonna have a wobbly little awkward thing like that, just don’t have a barrier at all… #barriersnob
The nouveau punk, the Strokes-with-a-twist band The Static Jacks were the first to play of the night. Listening to their studio music you really don’t get a punk feel from them but it comes off much stronger live. They were all decked out in docs with cuffed skinny jeans and punk-band t shirts of the likes of No Age, Stray Cats, and Buzzcocks. The “everybody fuck off!” cardboard sign really sent waves of anarchy through my core. I assure you it did. I can’t tell how much I think that they’re actually punk and how much I’m laughing at their punk act, but I can assure you that they put on a fun show. Ian Devaney (their lead vocalist) knew that you can’t just sing and be static… he was kicking and thrashing all over the stage and really seemed to be into it, which I appreciated. At one point he made his way out into the area between the barrier and the stage and then forcibly propelled himself backwards, to land straight onto a power strip, do a backwards somersault, and then get back up and start singing with the same energy. Bravo to you, sir. With their sound, they really weren’t original at all but their show was fun as hell. Thanks to The Static Jacks.
The New York Nick-Valensi-is-probably-our-idol band is up next. May I present to you, The Postelles! Easily my least favourite show of the night, but better than some bands I’ve seen. They had the same kind of Strokes twist to them, but didn’t pull it off in a good way. It was ten steps below The Strokes’ sound and one step above really mainstream pop rock. Not so good in my humble and striving to be honest opinion. The only time I had fun during their set was the short cover of Hound Dog by Elvis that they did. Fun times for all. They did keep me laughing, though not necessarily on purpose. I was laughing because a) their bassist had on a khaki trench-coat and a blue bandanna tied around his neck b) their rhythm guitarist Dave Dargahi was surprisingly good when he bust out into his solos but was cutely awkward when he played and ended up turning his back to the audience when the guitar parts got more intense and c) their lead singer Daniel Balk felt the need to pull his shirt up every few minutes once he took his jacket off, which was pretty hilarious because you could tell he liked what he had… Either that or he was just hot (temperature-wise)
And finally, ladies, gentlemen, and other, the act you’ve all been waiting for, The Wombats! Hearing good things from my European (ooh wow european wow ooh how cool) friends of their live act, I expected only the most energetic from this Liverpudlian band and I was definitely not let down. From the first note to the last they kept the energy in the theater pumping and dancing. The only small dip in their setlist was their performance of Little Miss Pipedream, which is kind of a clopping indie-pop tune. At four minutes long and with a slow feel, it didn’t really translate well into a live set. The rest of the show, however, was very very fun. I mean, all this indie-folk-hipster-spaced-out-stoner-rock-pop-stuff that I go to can be okay, but you just have to go to a show where you can just have fun and dance once in a while. And believe me, I did. I’m sure some really ugly pics of me jumping and singing along are bound to end up on the interwebz somewhere but IDGAF you guys. I go to concerts to have fun, enjoy music, and forget. Matt Murphy’s floral print guitar was dazzle-tastic and their bassist Tord Øverland-Knudson (what a name) was flailing across the stage at high speed. It was just fun, pure fun. Sure, their lyrics aren’t too deep and sure they’re not the most original act out there but it was a high-energy dance fest. Not to mention, their Liverpool accents had me guffawing every time they said something. You know in The Yellow Submarine, Ringo’s walking down the street talking about Liverpool being a lonely place on a Saturday night? Yeah, I kept getting that image in my head…
(photos coming up in my next post)
Total gig rating: 6.5/10
I ended up not being able to stay for com Truise and Neon Indian’s sets, but I did get to see Purity Ring. It was surprising because there was actually a good amount of people lined up for the show. It seemed as though a lot of people were there mainly to see Purity Ring but stayed to see the other two bands. Wanna know what I thought of it? Keep readin’.
I went in to this gig with fairly high expectations, after hearing people speaking positively about Purity Ring’s live shows. Showed up to the show early (shocker) and sat around. Corin walked by a few times. I kind of wanted to ask him about Born Gold (GOBBLE GOBBLE) which is the other band he’s in, but I thought that would be a bit too creepy. Anyways, Purity Ring showed their lovely faces on stage right around 9:15. They already had their pipe machine-with-lights-thingy (really there’s no better term for it) bass drum and synths set up stage so they just had to do some last minute adjusting and then start up. They began the set with a new song called “Cartographist”. It lacks a central melody, and it’s definitely interesting but not very exciting in a live show. They next played one of the three studio version songs they have available online called “Belispeak”. This gained the largest singalong from the crowd and was one of my favourites for the night. Their light show is a little bit lack luster (maybe I’m biased because I’ve seen Muse), but it’s more than most bands attempt to do. They have a light within the bass drum, a three-curtain backdrop, a hanging lamp, and lights on their machine-thingy. These all add to the ambiance of the show but don’t specifically make it more exciting. During the speaking breaks, Megan seemed a lot nicer than I expected. I don’t know, I guess I expect all indie musicians to be elitist hipster types. Megan definitely has a wonderful voice, but I am personally a fan of live instrumentation versus pre-recorded. I think the show was definitely interesting and different, but not particularly fun. Regardless of their live show, I do enjoy their music and think y’all should check them out.
Hello to my whopping total of 8 followers! I know I say it with sarcasm, but I’m really glad to have so many followers thus far. Jessica was my first follow, and for that she got a figurative teddy bear. Might be doing some more figurative giveaways in the future, so look out!!!!!!!!!
So the updates are, yesterday I won a spot on the guest list—courtesy of Electric Fetus— to see Male Bonding and Love Inks at the Varsity Theater on Tuesday so I’ll be going to that, and I also saw a short Buffalo Moon show at the State Fair.
I’m not going to review Buffalo Moon like a regular show because of how short it was and the fact that it wasn’t so much a legitimate show, but I’ll put a short blurb about it in this post;
To be honest, I only have one song by Buffalo Moon on my iPod, but I thought it would be cool to stop by and check them out. They were playing at Radio K’s booth/small stage that was set up outside of the U of Minnesota tent. I thought their performance was pretty good and had one or two songs that I liked in it, but was otherwise just okay. They’re fairly talented, but a little bit boring by my measure. In my mind, I usually judge bands as if I were a talent scout and whether or not I would sign them to my label. I wouldn’t sign Buffalo Moon to my label, but they’re definitely not terrible.
The Goondas were scheduled to play after Buffalo Moon, but couldn’t because some idiots had complained about the noise (whilst hundreds of other speakers blared all over the fairgrounds).