don't you tell me how i feel.


flashback friday: “breaking the girl” by v
November 8, 2013, 7:14 am
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This, to my mind, was RHCP at their most tender-but-tough — dramatically drawn out syllables, flutes, and all that raucous percussion at the end. I don’t know that I necessarily imagine Anthony Kiedis (in a Princess Leia ‘do) and co. gallivanting among odd rock formations when I hear it, but hey. It’s basically the “Give it Away” video with more color and less skin.

FUUUUUN FACT: The inimitable Blood Sugar Sex Magik was actually recorded in the former (reportedly haunted) home of Harry Houdini, at the suggestion of a one Rick Rubin.

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i likes what i sees by v
November 4, 2013, 7:19 am
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Last week I finally got to see Thee Oh Sees, who have topped my please-tour-in-NYC list for some time, at Irving Plaza (only to discover that they later added a Brooklyn show, which rankled a bit).

But fiiiiirst, the openers. Minneapolis-based The Blind Shake were pretty straightforward rock — supershort songs, ample shouting, nary a bass in sight. No complaints from me.

More objectionable were OBN IIIs, an Austin band with a frontman whose obvious Iggy Pop aspirations ruined them for me in the first two minutes (no offense to Mr. Pop). He played no instruments and his voice was nothing to write home about — instead, his role was to fist pump, play air guitar, stage dive, heckle the audience, and engage in every other rock ‘n’ roll trope imaginable. So I hated him, but his band was actually great. Maybe they’ll wise up.

Thee Oh Sees were every bit the hyper-professionals I expected: John Dwyer is an insane guitar vituoso, Brigid Dawson’s harmonies are clearly the secret weapon, and the entire band sounds like they’re tripping over themselves to get through the songs — you almost feel like you can’t breathe, it’s so dizzyingly fast (but always masterfully executed). Also, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen so quite many crowd surfers or beer cups thrown at a show.

Unfortunately, the band had some sound issues that resulted in an encoreless set, and Dwyer started verbally lambasting the sound guy for texting during the performance instead of resolving the problem. Immediately after the show, you could see him onstage still yelling and gesturing angrily over it.

You can see better images of the show here.

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flashback friday: “every day is halloween” by v
November 1, 2013, 7:22 am
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Sadly, there’s no video to go along with today’s holiday flashback, but if it existed, I imagine it would involve lots of moody, soft-focus shots of smeared black eyeliner. Also, velvet.

For the uninitiated, allow me to cite the terse and (I suspect) entirely earnest Wikipedia entry on Ministry’s synthy little goth anthem:

“‘(Every Day Is) Halloween’ is a 1984 single by Ministry, re-released in 2010. The title and lyrics refer to goth subculture, particularly clothing, such as in the passage ‘I dress this way just to keep them at bay.’ It also questions the intolerance and lack of acceptance for others who are different.”

What it doesn’t mention is Cuban-born Al Jourgensen’s ridiculous faux-British accent, oh-so-critical to the song’s appeal.



hallowhaaaat by v
October 30, 2013, 7:08 am
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The highlight of a Halloween mix I got this month from my CD club. Amazing.



step by step by v
October 23, 2013, 7:11 am
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The Stepkids’ “Memoirs of Grey” off of their new Troubadour evokes big bushy 70’s mustaches — I needed more Steely Dan soundalikes in my life.

More on the band here



flashback friday: “enjoy the silence” by v
October 18, 2013, 7:04 am
Filed under: flashback friday, gothy shit, moody, Shit I love

In which The Royal Gahan travels the world with magical beach chair in hand, and Depeche Mode strikes moody band poses in leather — as directed by Anton Corbijn in a nod to The Little Prince. For reasons that remain unclear, Corbijn recreated this video nearly 20 years later with a one Chris Martin in the starring role. WHY



mr. self destruct by v

photo-13Teeny tiny Trent & co. from the top of the Barclays Center

I’m ashamed to admit I hadn’t gotten around to buying the new Nine Inch Nails record until yesterday, on the heels of their Hesitation Marks-heavy Barclays Center show on Monday night in Brooklyn. Yes, I saw them less than a month ago at Made in America in Philly, but a greatest-hits festival performance this was not. Instead, it made clear to latecomers like me that the recent singles hardly scratch the surface of Marks, which apparently comes complete with soulful female backup vocalists (a first!) and Trent’s version of a slow jam. But the new stuff also had its share of familiar moments — “Find My Way” finds Mr. Reznor “whoooaing” over that now-classic eerily clear psycho piano.

Of course, they played all of the old standbys: “Terrible Lie,” “March of the Pigs,” “Wish,” etc. The big surprise for me was song two of the encore, which was preceded by Trent expressing his amazement that the band has lasted this long…then explaining that he didn’t want to get “too positive” before launching into “Even Deeper” off of The Fragile. Haaa.

All of this was accompanied by an elaborate light show that was quasi-visible from our perch at the very top of the arena (although I assure you that Trent’s arm definition remains discernible from the nosebleediest of nosebleed seats).