last night's DESTROYER show, I had my doubts as to whether Dan Bejar
was a real person. In the time since its release, last year's Kaputt
has ascended to mythical status in my mind. Like, even if you told me
that the album was recorded in Vancouver or something, I wouldn't
believe you. Its pristine sensibilities are too fanciful for Vancouver.
first thing I think when THE TING TINGS take the stage for their sold out show
at the Paradise last night is "well, look at this
fucking adorable hipster duo. How do they even get any band practice in
what with all the mutual soaking up of each other's Aryan-ass good looks? And
how are they not doing it?" (They're not, I looked it up.
impossible to not move at a SBTRKT show. Trust me, I tried. Just last night,
in fact, as I showed up to a sardine'd-the-fuck-out Paradise, more
prepared to slink around the back of the venue than I was for the eventual
adrenaline bump I would receive. I hadn't slept well Tuesday night, worked a full day
yesterday, and wanted to lean right up against one of those obtuse
poles, close my eyes, and take a quick five.
indie-kids BEAR HANDS have toured with Passion Pit, so I can only
imagine that when they booked last night's gig with Awolnation, the
overwhelming sentiment was "shit, what a drag."
maybe not. It could be that I was the only one at the Paradise last
night that thought that the vibe of headliner Awolnation's show was like walking into the
party scene of a bro-tastic teen movie circa 1997.
you need evidence that time heals all wounds, look no further than
Saturday's UNITY FEST, arriving a bit more than a year following Guru's
tragic passing, and marking the first Boston appearance since his death
by Gang Starr brethren DJ PREMIER. Whereas last May's tribute show at
the Middle East was understandably bogged down with some weighty
connotations (both mourning his death and calling for Solar's head),
Saturday felt more like a straight up celebration of the man's life.
Some accompanying video to Luke O'Neil's lament of America's youth.I
must admit that I was a tad concerned that I was out of my element
while watching the "teenagers who pretend like they're going to fight
people on their skateboard" flood into the Paradise last night. I'm in
my mid-20s, my head is too big to rock a snapback, and while I do
wear skate shoes, it's mostly for their orthopedic value.
By now you've read over and over Chris Faraone's expose on the making and selling of Los Angeles hip-hop collective ODD FUTURE, you've endured more than a few Shaq'rolls in trying to snag a leaked copy of TYLER, THE CREATOR's debut record Goblin, and you've sold your first and third born to get into tomorrow night's very-fucking-sold-out show at Fort Paradise.
summer, when the much buzzed about triple-bill of Beach Fossils,
Javelin, and Warpaint rolled through Great Scott, the preeminent feeling
was that all three of the night's bands were about to blow up. Of the
three, it currently seems as if WARPAINT are most dead set on making that
premonition true. Since the aforementioned August show, they have
released a critically exalted debut LP
and have made two more stops in our fair city, including a nearly
sold-out Paradise gig this past Tuesday.
now for something completely different. Amid the litany of SXSW
coverage, I'm happy to report that last night SIMIAN MOBILE DISCO played
the rawest show I've seen thus far in this short year. Probably too raw
for a Monday in fact, as I sit here at my desk way too early into
this work week to have such a sore neck as a result of violent
Well, they may or may not get rich with this reunion, but last night, the recently-reunited Dismemberment Plan played their television debut on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, and, well, anyone who was concerned about how they'd sound at next week's (officiall sold out) Paradise show can probably stop worrying.
Fifteen years ago, Better Than Ezra took over the modern rock airwaves with “Good,” a number one song that still defines them to most people with its bouncy beat and annoying “oh-wah-ah” refrain.
“Well, not everybody thinks that,” says bassist Tom Drummond before the band’s show at the Paradise last week. “’Cause we’re sold out tonight, we sold out last night, we’re sold out tomorrow [Philadelphia] and in New York, so…”
cool can't be faked. You either got it or you don't. And if you try to
manufacture it, you can come across as a try-hard. So even before
singer Chris Chu filled us in, it was pretty obvious that the Morning
Benders hail from the Golden State -- the group of young 20-somethings
had a densely packed Paradise crowd, of chicks and bros alike, devouring
their seemingly effortless brand of laid-back rock.
As you may or may not know, we here at OtD have been following the post-Sleater-Kinney moves made by Carrie Brownstein, Janet Weiss, and Corin Tucker. Weiss and Brownstein now have formed a new band, and it may be the most intriguing new project from anyone affiliated with Sleater-Kinney thus far as it involves another one of our favorites, Mary Timony of Helium (as documented in this vintage On the Download post from the blog's infancy).
There was little chance that I was going to miss Caribou's return trip to Boston after last May's psychedelic drubbing, which still ranks up there as one the best shows I've seen this year. And even though the venue was different, the result was pretty much the same: synchronized drum madness, whirling synth peaks, and strobe lights.
Wondering what's up with Bang Camaro lately? Well, we awoke this morning to find a pretty interesting 2,900-word recap of the Boston gang's epic rise and fall, penned by founding guitarist Alex Necochea (who now dabbles in classic rock heroes Township). Pretty interesting stuff.
While we won't steal the page's thunder and let you read the dirt on their home field, we will point out that there's another Bang Camaro gig Nov.