our favorite local party-rap duo have a new album called Smoke Machines in Lazervision (Bodies of Water Arts and Crafts) — a half-hour of ass-agitatin’ analog beats, rhymes about White Russians with soy milk, text-message disses, and shaking ass, and a even a four-on-the-floor rendition of the Pixies’ “Gigantic,” which they’re dropping on Allston hipsters and assorted other freaks this evening at Great Scott.
Flicks by Cami.DOWNLOAD: CSS, "Music Is My Hot Hot Sex" [mp3]
Lemon-Red already gave you the merchboy view on Monday night's Diplo/CSS/Bonde De Role throwdown. Suffice to say, show was awesome, hotter than shit and sweatier than your ass crack. Our personal favorite parts of the night almost all involved BDR's bad-ass frontlady Marina: watching her pull a Brazilian-flavored Courtney-Love-minus-the-drugs onstage; trying to help hold her up as she crowd-surfed; finding her washing her blonde locks in the nasty Great Scott ladies' room sink right after their set.
You know us: we sweat E6. Long-time Elephant 6er Bryan Poole, who plays guitar in Of Montreal and bass in Elf Power, and his quirky, über-catchy LATE B.P. HELIUM open for Bloomington's the IMPOSSIBLE SHAPES at Great Scott | 1222 Comm Ave, Allston | 617.734.4502.
DOWNLOAD: The Late BP Helium, "They Broke the Speed of Light and Sound" (via You Ain't No Picasso)
Oddly enough, not a photo of David Day.
PERCEE P is in town tonight. 'Nuff said. Where's Edan?
Also, that dude Tadd Mullinix -- you Prefuse 73-sweating intellectual rap-producer fans know him as Dabrye -- is getting ready to smoke that thing, and whatever's in it, up at Great Scott tonight all Ghostly like.
Fresh off a triumphant week-and-a-half tour of the West Coast, Allston art-punk power trio KETMAN are at Great Scott tomorrow night (Thursday, June 15) to celebrate the release of their new limited-run Esperanto EP, which they recorded on four-track cassette in their basement. In the DIY spirit of the recording, the album comes on spray-painted mini CDs stuffed in super-nifty homemade packaging
Top: Blackpool Lights. Below: Pink Spiders. Photos: Mike Johnson.
The Blackpool Lights, Pink Spiders, the AdoredMay 17 at Great Scott, Allston
For those of us still longing for a Get Up Kids reunion tour, at least there's comfort in knowing that we can see three times as much Get-Up-spinoff now. Reggie and the Full Effect and the New Amsterdams were in full swing by the time TGUK split.
Damn: final gig for the Hound tonight at Great Scott. Along with Big Bear's Jordyn Bonds, the Hound's Tiffiney Shoquist changed the game for female singers in Boston. Outshouting dudes without making too big a deal about it, Tiff pretty much shattered everyone who saw her, which is not to minimize what the rest of the band did.
We've been telling you about Bonde do Role for a minute, but for those of you just joining the discussion, Leon gets you up to speed in this week's fishwrap. After that hectic moment a couple months ago where Mr. Spears stole the baile-funk storyline, these three kids from Brazil are fixing to take the spotlight back.
Yowza. Alexa Ray Joel, the spawn of Billy Joel and Christie Brinkley, plays Great Scott on Monday, March 27 [click here for details]. Here's her MySpace page: don't get your hopes up, there's no music on it. But she does, apparently, play the same instrument as her dear ol dad. Boston's own piano man, Ethan Kreitzer, opens the show with his band Lincoln Conspiracy -- who, as we won't let anyone forget, are less than one degree of separation from the Bravery
DOWNLOAD: Big Digits, "Music is Magic" (mp3)
OTD is back. (More soon on gators, Disney, and the genius of Southwest Florida radio.) And just in time, because the fishwrap told people to come here today for the new Big Digits track, which of course you all are fiending for because they're about to wreck shop with Hot Chip and the aforementioned new dance-punk geniuses on the block, Blanks.
Our favorite Phoenix coverboy, Mr. Clay N. Ferno, finally has a full-length recording with his long-awaited New-Alliance-preened supergroup, Wild Zero. We're worried that too many introductory words might ruin the sheer rock-and-roll resplenditude of his band's following 'sclusive track, but bathroom-themed mixtape-makers beware: this is a sleaze-rawk song about trying to get sexy chicks clean.
By now our love of Mad Man Films is well documented, and even though they've supposedly moved the hell out of Allston, they're still our favorite Nick Cave/Tom Waits freaks. They write evasive melodies and eight minute songs that build but never go prog; like Big Black before them, they are not as good a funk band as they think they are, but make up for it by being really grim and noisy; completely unlike Big Black, their singer can actually -- when he wants, which isn't often -- sing real soul music.
Trafficking in those familiar broody, moody vocals, reverb-and-delay-drenched guitar lines, and dance-dance-y drums, Birmingham’s EDITORS have drawn comparisons to the usual post-gothpunk suspects, both past (Joy Division) and present (Interpol). No surprise here: the NME faithful across the pond going bananas, and Stereogum says the NY show was ridonculous the other night.