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few months back, we told you about 127,
Iran’s most popular underground band. We mean underground, like, literally.
Playing music in a country where rock and roll is only semi-legal, they’re
forced to practice in a soundproof bunker on the outskirts of Tehran.
world frets about Iran’s nuclear ambitions, the country’s teeming youth
population — there are 48 million Iranians under the age of 30, more than
two-thirds of the population — has its own concerns.
It's been awhile since we've gone to a show knowing next to nothing of a band's music and walking out feeling like we might've just seen something important. On the basis of a couple of tunes and some Internet chatter, we went to T.T.'s last night to see Norway's Serena Maneesh and holy cow. Noisy and loud as fuck, the band – a five-piece led by a guitar-playing maniac manchild of a frontman – tore through what seemed like a 25-minute set that turned out to be closer to an hour.
Partly a shameless "House of Jealous Lovers" ripoff, and partly a genius extension of dance-punk's 15 minutes of fame, "Pouncer" is not your average DFA cloning experiment gone awry. Sure, all the basics are there -- the hi-hat-kissed snare beat, the gangrene-guitar stabs, the falsetto-ing dude who sounds like he's feeling up the third rail.