Occasionally I make a mix for the wife as my way of cojoling her into listening to the music I love. This is the most recent one. Some of these songs have probably already been posted here...who cares.
Really into this website called GooBing Detroit. It tracks deterioration in the city based on street view photos from google and bing - results that are both fascinating and depressing.
I'm not usually one to get jazzed about bike riding, but this is pretty great - Danny MacAskill does street trials (I think that's what they call it) in the Argentinian town of Epecuen, which until recently had been underwater for thirty years.
And this a short documentary called Pablo's Villa about that town and it's one remaining resident. A good pair of videos to watch back-to-back.
journal entries - the medium format photos from our trip to California last December, and some snaps from a weekend trip to Cherokee.
My lack of Music reviews this month is to be fully blamed on how much time I've spent watching the World Cup, but I did get around to listening to the new records by Wye Oak and Liars, plus a few of the old seven inches.
route to go play old man basketball with some friends, I stopped off at
Nice Price to take in some day rock and try not to buy anything for
once. I can't overstate how much I like a daytime or even happy hour
rock show, it is one of the great joys in life. I knew very little
about who was playing and only had a few minutes to stop in, but it was
free and who cares, day rock! I managed to see a short set by a band
called New Boss,
which is apparently an offshoot of the Charlottesville band Invisible
Hand. It was unclear if this is just a side project or if Invisible
Hand is no more...hopefully side piece status, because I dug the Hand.
The basics are: five piece band, female singer, excellent guitar
playing. The guitar work especially reminded me of Pavement, and the
overall vibe of the band was Teenbeat Records circa 1995. But more than
anything, and this didn't hit me until their last song, they reminded
me of Television Personalities. Or rather Television Personalities with
bitchin' guitar. I'll gladly see these guys again, even at night!
I know Marc Maron
is performing bits when he is onstage, he's been doing this comedy
thing for a few decades now after all. But he's just so damn
comfortable up there that it feels more like a conversation (and
sometimes a rant) than it feels like a comic performing a routine.
There were a few noteworthy bits about driving a car in LA turning into a
"hate pod" and how farting never stops being funny, but the best parts
were his ruminating on Jesus / religion / Good Friday (it was
particularly topical given the date of the show) and taking questions
from the audience. One audience member asked him about crossfit which
set him off on a particularly funny rant if I remember correctly. The
man is easily one of the best working comedians out there today, and
I'll never not ever not miss him tell the jokes and the whatnot.
His opener, Ryan Singer, was the exact opposite - his act
was so perfect and well-rehearsed it felt more like a one act play than
it did comedy, not that I didn't laugh a lot. He also opened the last
time Marc came to town, so one would assume they are friends and this is
the usual Maron live show experience. I enjoyed Singer so much I'd
gladly go see him on his on if he ever came back solo, the guy has a
I missed Protomartyr
at Hopscotch last year or the year before or whenever it was, but I
remember people that I trust giving them a big thumbs up and that was
enough to get me out of the house and into Slims. The place was packed,
probably sold out but I didn't poll the doorman or anything. As I
hadn't even listened to more than a song or two of their music, I was
forming most of my opinion on the band from this show. You would
definitely never know what you were getting into from just looking at
this pack from Detroit - singer Joe Casey looked like the doppelganger
for Craig Finn of the Hold Steady, the guitarist looked like a refugee
from a frat jam band, and i don't recall the bassist or drummer (insert
rhythm section jokes here), but everyone looked like they were coming
from something different. More import- antly though, the music - rad.
Super rad. The overwhelming vibe was a protopunk/postpunk sound along
the lines of the Fall or Pere Ubu depending on the song, with moments of
noise sludge like US Maple and pop punk like Jawbreaker making
occasional appearances. Did I mention how rad they were? So rad.
Radical. Radiating rad- icality. I can't recommend this band enough.
Saw Whatever Brains
again, they had the middle slot, Shocking, I know. They were rad as
per usual, equal parts weird and rock, but the only thing particularly
noteworthy here is it was their first gig with their new bassist, or at
least the first I had seen and the first for Slims. Maybe because he is
still being indoctrinated into the cult of WB, it was their most
"traditional" set I've seen in quite some time...no long jams, no
keyboard skronk offs, no weird covers. But again, rad nonetheless.
The opener was a band called
Spray Paint from Austin. I had briefly listened to a couple of songs
online and while it didn't wow me, it was interesting enough to see what
they were all about live. It turns out they are one of those three
piece bands that features two guitarists and no bassist as seems to be
popular these days. All three band members sang, and often it was two
or even all three of them singing at once. And while I never really got
this vibe from my brief foray into their recordings, I got a strong
A-Frames vibe this night at Slims. Anything that even slightly reminds
me of A-Frames is a very, very good thing.
As a side note, someone obviously needs to set up a show where Charlotte's Paint Fumes follow Spray Paint.
You know you love a comedian when you're willing to drive all the way to Charlotte to see them. I actually had a chance to see Doug Benson
a couple of days earlier in Raleigh, but Superchunk was playing the
same night and I miss Superchunk for no one. He was performing at his
favorite time, 4:20 in the afternoon, not only because he is a stoner
but mainly because having a comedy show in the afternoon usually insures
the crowd is definitely there to see you, and not just some drunk oafs
who decide it might be fun to go to the comedy club at night and be
annoying loud assholes.
First though - Graham Elwood
opened the show, as he seems to often do with Doug on the road. He is
the Washington Generals to Doug's Harlem Globetrotters, only in this
case I'm betting both are terrible at basketball. He is good at comedy
though - not as good as Doug, but I enjoyed his short set. Outside of
some comical karate talk I don't remember much about it, but I
After a few minutes of Graham Doug came out. He read
some tweets and commented on them, did some crowd work, and at the end
of the set he brought Graham back out to play the Leonard Maltin game
with an audience member (who won when Graham couldn't name the movie, if
I remember correctly). In between all of that though, Doug was working
on honing his material for a comedy special he would be recording a few
days later (on 4/20, obviously). Despite having listened to hundreds of
hours of the "Doug Loves Movies" podcast, I've actually not listened to
a ton of his stand-up. He was hilarious. I sometimes try to write
down a few notes on some of the highlights from a comics set, but all I
wrote down after Doug was "carpet and anal sex" - I'm not sure if that
means there were jokes about carpet and jokes about anal sex, or jokes
about the two of them together, but either way I felt the need to write
it down because I must have really had a good laugh over it.
When it was all over we left the club and it was still
light out and that was really weird. Then we went to a Bobcats game to
make the trip to Charlotte complete. The end.
Console - By this River (Brian Eno cover). I had no idea who Console was, picked up this release "Mono" at a local
thrift store. Turns out it's one of the dudes from the Notwist!
And it's pretty great, especially this cover of Brian Eno's best song. Bonus: Magnolia.
Got some medium format pics developed...these were taken at Leo Carillo State Park north of Malibu this past christmas when we visited the wife's family in California. It was a beautiful 80 degrees on christmas day.
A trio of superbly superb skate flicks: - Connor Kammerer from "Tengu: God of Mischief" - Dude has a weird name & video has a weird name but don't hold that against it - skating is beyond rad, great mix of tech and weird and raw street. - Mauro Caruso from "MỤRICA" - Dude just straight up kills the ancient town of Modica in Sicily. No one is ever, ever, EVER allowed to complain about rough ground where they skate again. - Mark Gonzales, re-edit of his part from 2001's "Reel to Reel." Footage that is 13 years old and older, and it's as fresh and enjoyable as anything made today.
In other video news: Wes Anderson made a short film/commercial for Prada called "Castello Cavalcanti" starring Jason Schwartzman. It feels very Wes Anderson, as expected.
journal entry this month - band photos of Perfect Pussy, Whatever Brains, Cheap Time, Last Year's Men, and more.
In the Music reviews, like a broken record still with the old seven inches. New reviews include Stephen Malkmus, Ernie Graham, the War on Drugs, and...shit, that might have been all the new music I reviewed. So lazy.
wife and I went to Wilmington for a little Memorial Day vacation and to
visit my good pal Brian, and it just so happened that a band featuring
both one of Brian's bandmates and his former college roommate, the Carvers,
were having a release party for their record. Why not go see a little
surf rock? well, surf rock with a little vintage sixties garage rock
thrown in. The band was a five piece, all wearing matching burgundy
blazers, and rocked it out like the house band of every Roger Corman
sixties biker flick ever made. It was a mix of originals and covers,
from the Sonics to Dick Dale to the Santo & Johnny classic "Sleep
Walk." The crowd was also as mixed as I've seen in some time - from the
usual young crowd to the middle age set like myself to older folks
cutting a rug to the jams, pretty much every- one was represented here.
Everyone seemed to have a good time, including myself...not bad for a
free show on a whim.
Weird comedy show was weird. To be fair, I knew this would be the case going in.
After a local opener, Howard Kremer
was the first of the touring duo to take the stage. It should be noted
that the whole reason I was even at this gig is because the wife is
obsessed with his podcast "Who Charted," but even she was wary about how
odd this might be. Howard isn't really a stand-up - he occasionally
says funny things, but it's awkward and not well formed at all like a
typical comedian. Still, I laughed more than I cringed so I count that
as a victory.
- not even sure where to start with him. First off, he is crazy. And I
don't mean in the joking way "oh he's so crazy," no, he's actually been
committed. He's been well known in the LA comedy scene forever, does a
ton of audience warm up gigs for various shows, had a documentary show
about him on Comedy Central, and is friends with a ton of A-listers.
But none of this means I'm going to laugh seeing him live. He started
his set by DJing songs from his iPod/iPhone/iWhatever and "pumping up"
the crowd...and then he proceeded to tell jokes for over two hours.
Well, not so much jokes as yell and do his crazy character and I think
he did crowd work on three-quarters of the audience. I'm not actually
sure how much over two hours because that is the mark we left at...at
the time Brody was on stage using a pair of chairs like a drum kit.
Seeing him is like seeing a life coach tripping on mushrooms - lots of
laughs but I basically felt high after it was over.
(Photo not mine, found randomly online. Brody did not perform comedy with a dog.)
a bit of a drive to the Haw River Ballroom in Saxapahaw, certainly more
so than most other venues. But it's a pleasant drive, and with my
friend the Cook-Out tray there to accompany me, we made the trip in no
time and got there in time to see the last half of Loamlands
set. They're almost a local all-star band, mainly consisting of a
couple of former Midtown Dickens members but from show to show includes
any number of other recognizable musicians - tonight in particular Matt
from Portastatic and Bon Iver was handling the drums. Despite the
pedigree I'd not listened to or seen the band before - turns out they
play very pleasant folk pop with a slight country tinge. Singer Kym
Register has a fantastic voice, one that could easily hold my attention
all by itself, but the songs and musicianship seemed to be top notch
across the board. It looks like they're finally releasing some recorded
music this summer, and I'll be gladly picking that up.
Then it was time for my biannual Superchunk
live show experience. Even though I get to see them fairly often these
days, I'm as excited as a teenager each and every time. I don't have
any great insight or special things to say about this show over the many
others I've seen, but like always I feel the need to document it. This
was my second time seeing the band without Laura Ballance on bass and
with Jason Narducy as her replacement; he may not pogo as much and I
haven't had a crush on him my entire adult life, but he is a fair
The attendance (or lack thereof) was somewhat interesting - not that the
place was empty or anything, but there was way less folks than I
expected... I guess it takes some serious motivation to get folks to
drive all the way to Saxapahaw, and since it was only my second time I
can't argue with that. Chunk put on a great show regardless, playing
tons of songs I wanted to hear - they leaned heavily on their newest
record "I Hate Music" as well as "Indoor Living" which was just recently
reissued. Of particular note was them performing "Under Our Feet,"
which according to Jim Wilbur was the first time they had ever played it
live. There was also a cover of a song called "Can't Fool Me" by A
Number of Things - I'd never heard of this band but apparently Mac was
briefly in the group in the eighties and the singer recently passed
away. Track had a nice Black Flag vibe to it, I'd be curious to hear
the original. Other than that, there were a few classics like "Skip
Steps 1 & 3," "For Tension," and "Driveway to Driveway" that I sang
along to like a damn fool. As always, it was a grand ol' time, and I
can't wait to see them again. And again. And again.
I saw Todd Barry again. It was at Kings again. I laughed my ass off again.
This gig was part of his final crowd work tour. What does
that mean? Todd came out on stage without a set of pre- pared jokes, and
instead talked to the audience and riffed off of whatever direction they
would send him in. There probably aren't a lot of comics who can do
this as successfully as Barry, he's just so quick with the banter, and
couple that with his general personality that would have me laughing if
he was reading the phonebook, and you've got a successful show.
There's really not much to say though, other than I laughed so
much my face hurt. He managed to make a bunch of RTP tech nerds sound
interesting. A former NC State soccer coach was there and talked to
Todd - he was a much better sport about it than I would have expected,
but then again this isn't a regular comedy show at a comedy club and I'm
guessing he knew Todd and what he was getting himself into.
Yo La Tengo - Is That Enough. A couple of tracks from the most recent YLT record. They just keep chugging along. Not their best record but it's definitely in the plus column. Bonus: Ohm.
Picked up a Grandaddy-curated mixtape at the thrift store, and these are some of the better songs from it. I might have already posted some or all of these at one point or another, but they're good enough to merit another look. Beulah - Burned By The Sun Blonde Redhead - For The Damaged Fruit Bats - The Little Acorn Snow Patrol - Run
The B-Side / extended cut of Colin Provost from Emerica's "Made" video. Dude is a serious beast.
Another Visualtraveling vid, this one called "The Persian Version" where they actually manage to get into and skate Iran! I love these videos, they combine my two favorite things: skateboarding and travel.
Not a lot of links this month.
Two new photo
journal entries this month - the other two (of four total) parts from the cruise we took last month.
In the Music reviews, still going through my old seven inches and adding new ones via a recent estate sale. New this time are reviews of The Clientele, Mark Kozalek, Pagans RSD release, even more Fuzz, and more.
with Kraftwerk, Egyptian Lover, Giorgio Moroder, Clark and Moderat
Downtown Asheville 4/25/2014
After hearing from so many friends on the west coast and in the
northeast go on about how good Kraftwerk has been on their current tour,
I called up my friend Brian and decided it was time for a road trip to
Asheville - Asheville had Moogfest, and Moogfest had Kraftwerk.
After a leisurely drive up we hit the streets
of Asheville about 5 in the afternoon. They had the street in front of
the Moog factory blocked off and in place of traffic was vendors and
food trucks and a big ass stage. Performing on that stage was a guy
named Egyptian Lover.
Initially I thought he was just a guy paying homage to the early days
of rap, but it turns out he was an actual part of those early days! His
music was highly influenced by Afrika Bambaataa's "Planet Rock" - very
VERY heavy 808 beats paired with a futuristic/robotic sound. The lover
sorta sing/raps his lyrics and had a hype man there to help plus a dude
playing keyboards on a couple of tracks. In a word, it was fantastic.
Our next destination was up the hill to Thomas Wolfe, where we would see the early show by Kraftwerk
(they had already played once the night before and had another
scheduled for later this night). Honestly I don't think there is any
possible way to put into words the joy I felt from this performance.
Yeah, it's four old German dudes in matching outfits playing electro
krautrock in front of 3D graphics, but it was oh so much more than
that. They played for two hours spanning their entire catalog, but of
course I was most excited for the older material - I've still got a
smile plastered on my face from hearing "The Robots" and "Numbers"
live. Truly the only even slightly negative thing I could say is I wish
they had played "Pocket Calculator," but given how happy I was walking
out of that auditorium, I won't be losing any sleep over it. I might
have balked a little bit when I dropped over a hundred bucks for this
single day of Moogfest, but this performance was worth every cent if not
more. You can peep the entire set list here, if you're so inclined.
Our minds blown, we left Thomas Wolfe and walked down the hill to the Broadway Outdoor stage to see what exactly the Giorgio Moroder
performance was all about. Of course I was hoping it was a band
performing his scores live, not that I actually expected that to be the
case; instead, it was just him on stage DJing disco music. There was a
large crowd and they were eating it up, but I just don't need to hear
any more Donna Summer ever again. We rocked some grub from the food
trucks, listened to the party music in the background, and then before
we even had to decide whether or not to stick around, his DJ set ended
and the outdoor stage shut down for the night and we made our way
elsewhere. In lieu of all that, let's listen to the amazing song he
wrote for "Midnight Express," "The Chase."
We walked a few blocks up the hill to the
Diana Wortham theater and the Warp Records showcase happening there.
There was a DJ/musician/performer named Clark
doing his thing. The sort of instrumental noisy-electronic-techno that
he was playing is so foreign to my usual listening habits I don't even
know where to start in describing his set. Honestly, my best feel for
this is it sounds and feels exactly like the sort of music I, as a
non-raver, would expect to hear at a rave - loud, repetitive,
beat-driven music with a little glitchy IDM (id that still a thing?)
thrown in. It was pretty interesting for about twenty minutes, but an
hour of it was a bit much for me...I was definitely checking my phone
for the time at the end.
The final band for us on the night was Moderat,
a German trio made up of two other known acts Modeselektor and
Apparat. I had watched a couple of youtube clips of the group
performing live and they seemed interesting enough to check out. If
nothing else, they stood apart from most of the other options in that
they weren't just one person with a laptop, but rather Moderat performed
like a more traditional band, something that is important to an old
fogey like me. Hell, they even played a guitar on one of their songs!
This would also notably be the only stringed instrument we had and would
see all night, for those keeping count. Not really knowing much at all
about these guys, I quite enjoyed their music - I'm not sure what
artists I would compare them to of the electronic ilk, but to my
untrained ears they sounded a lot like Radiohead's more recent
electronic fare, minus Thom Yorke's vocals of course. There were some
vocals though, although they were pretty few and far between. We
watched at least half of their set before heading out, greeted by a
giant line of folks waiting to get in the packed theater. That was a
wrap on Moogfest.
Somehow I'd never seen Black Zinfandel,
despite their being on bills of shows I've attended (lazy late arrival
on my part to blame) and by all accounts playing the sort of music that
would be right up my alley - that being something in the neighborhood of
what the kids call "art punk," though I'm struggling to come up with
any particular comparisons. I managed to catch their last three or so
songs, and I was really into it. Other people have referred to them as
garage rock but I didn't get that vibe honestly. this may be due to
sharing the drummer of Whatever Brains, and I just can't imagine that
guy playing garage rock. Also, the singer/guitarist has a bitching
white man afro, which makes my stupid bald head sad and jealous at the
same time. I need another viewing to really pin down what they sound
like to me, and I'll definitely be making a point of seeing them again,
and soon if possible.
Last Year's Men
had the middle slot, and as is always the case I was almost as excited
to see them as anyone they are opening for. The first thing I noticed
was the line-up change - there was a new bassist. Their old bassist was
at the show so I'm assuming it wasn't an acrimonious split, plus his
other band Flesh Wounds just got signed to Merge so I'm sure he's
keeping himself plenty busy. The second thing I noticed were all the
new songs they played, and they were pretty much universally awesome.
I've never been more convinced they are the perfect blend of Gentleman
Jesse and the Replacements than I was after these new tracks. I really
really really need a new record from them, and pronto.
The headliner tonight was Cheap Time
on tour from Nashville. I don't understand how or why a state like
Tennessee produces so many great garage rock bands, but I hope it keeps
happening. After being mostly indifferent to this band for a few years,
I've gotten way into their most recent release "Exit Smiles," about as
perfect a blend of punk, garage and glam as you're going to get. I'd
seen front man and guitarist Jeffrey Novak a few years back in the Rat
Traps, a fun show but man has he upped his guitar playing skills - dude
shreds. The band just powered through a bunch of their songs - no
downtime, no banter, just forty-five minutes or so of blistering rock
music as god intended it to be played. Amen.
I've seen a lot of Whatever Brains
shows, and I mean A LOT, but this one definitely goes down as the
strangest. They've been adding more and more keyboards to the stage
when they perform over the last year or two, but on this night that's
all there was. No drums, no guitar, barely any vocals even...just
keyboards, synths, and other electronic noise makers...oh and a tin
whistle, cause you gotta have something analog going on. There were no
songs, or at least no known songs, just a long form electronic skronky
freak-out...it was sorta Throbbing Gristle-ish. Oh, and let's not
forget the shitload of smoke they had spewing from their smoke machine,
they play that damn thing like it's another instrument. It was a fun,
interesting performance, but to be perfectly honest I'd rather see their
regular show. Not that something like this isn't a fun diversion every
once in a while.
Motor Skills had the middle slot. Or rather, a band called Motor Skills
that barely resembled what I was expecting to see had the middle slot.
I guess, I've seen a few different iterations of the group, but the
lack of Mike Dillon is a huge change since he was the voice of the
band. In his place was a young girl, but take my designation of "young"
with a grain of salt because I'm the worst person with ages ever. In
fact the entire band was different outside of the dude who plays the
keyboards whose name I don't know but who has been in the band from the
start. It all sounded differ- ent but still ok, not nearly as
electronic/dancey and a little more straight-forward indie pop, but I
was so thrown off by it basically being a different band I'll need to
see them again to get a better feel for Motor Skills 2.0 or 3.0 or
what- ever.0 version of the band this is.
The night's opener was a new band called Enemy Waves.
It was either their first show or close to it, but these were no rookies
- two dudes from Birds of Avalon and Crowmeat Bob were among the
members. They just played two or three long songs, all instrumental,
with the occasional sax added in (think more noise sax than sexy sax).
There was a definitely late-nineties Thrill Jockey vibe going on, maybe a
psyche rock version of Trans Am at their most organic. More viewings
will hone this useless comparison, but make no mistake I definitely want
to see them again. A strong first effort.
In my attempt to post articles about pool for two straight months, here is a classic piece from 1961 about the real Minnesota Fats,hustling, and the nature of pool tournaments. I find these articles endlessly fascinating.
The New York Times did one of their 36 hours travel articles on our fair town of Raleigh. Like always I would have likely mentioned a lot of other shit, but not bad.
My dude John sent me this interesting article about a record store in New York City, the strange denizens that fre- quented the place, and how that led to pre-war blues holding the popularity that it does these days.
A long & well-written article that basically says what anyone with common sense knows - let your kids play.
Two great skate vids this month: - Jason Park - Hawaiian dude with a nuts bag of tricks...part Daewon, part Richie Jackson, part old school freestyler. - Adidas Skate Copa - It's got both the Gonz and Lucas Puid in it, so it's automatically awesome. Plus, like all Adidas vids, very well filmed and put together.
Four new photo
journal entries this month - band photos, documentation of a rare snowfall, and two (of four total) parts from the cruise we took earlier this month.
In the Music reviews, still going through my old seven inches and posting poorly written reviews (I've made it to the second box!). Some of the new reviews include the first two Merge subscription seven inches, Mandolin Orange, Lovers, Future Islands, Fuzz, and more.
nearly always go to rock shows alone, but for some reason it seems
weird going to a comedy show solo. I guess laughter is communal or some
such shit, but it's not like I was going to be the only person in the
room. The wife got called out of town for work, so I unloaded my extra
ticket out front - quite easily to be honest, as the show ended up
being sold out - and found a seat what to make with the laughing and all
a poet from Texas, opened the gig. I guess he's won awards or
something for his words, and it wasn't as weird an opener as you would
think. His poems were short and funny and due to him having spent time
in Fayette- ville in the army, they had local flavor - in particular there
was one about cruising in Benson, and another about party- ing with the
trash in Myrtle Beach. He only spoke for 15 or 20 minutes, probably
just the right amount for a poet per- forming before a comedian. His book
(or books?) would likely be worth checking out if they are anything
like what he read this evening.
I had never seen Eugene Mirman
in person before, but between watching various stand-up specials and
listening to his albums I knew exactly what to expect - and all those
expectations were met. He mixed straight-forward stand-up, props and
pictures, and even multimedia into a great hour (or so) of laughs. He
showed off a series of comical por- traits he was trying to get shown in a
Brooklyn Whole Foods; talked about taking out an ad in a brochure
somewhere in Vermont(?) to protest a parking ticket he got there; aired
an elaborate series of previews of fake shows for the made up TV network
he wants to create (it reminded me a lot of Weird Al's "UHF")...oh, and
he married a couple of people on-stage. It was a full and entertaining
night, Eugene really knows how to put on a show.
In retrospect this would turn out to be the last time I would see Whatever Brains
in this particular configuration, as the bassist would leave the band
shortly thereafter. I'm not the gossipy type so I have no idea what the
details are, I just know he wasn't with them at a later show and then
there was a Facebook post about a new bassist. None of that really
matters though, because they were just as weird and awesome as always
regardless of band dynamics. They had Kings turn out nearly all of the
lights making photography difficult, not that it didn't stop me from
trying. It was ex- actly what you expect out of them - a little punk, a
little art rock, a little attitude, and a shitload of keyboards. As
always, much fun was had.
Having already gotten my money's worth, why not stick around and see what all the fuss is about with Perfect Pussy?
And I didn't even have to stick around very long, a their set was
fifteen minutes long at the most. They're pretty much a
straight-forward hardcore band with a female singer and a little
keyboard noise mixed in. You could barely hear the vocals (they
appeared to be coming from a small amp on the stage), but the band was
plenty fun to watch - singer Meredith Graves paced the stage like a
panther and was very photogenic doing it. I'm not entirely sure why the
likes of Rolling Stone and other major publications have glommed on to
this band versus other hardcore bands, but I'd rather Perfect Pussy be
getting press than some other shit act.