All photos (c) Carina Mastrocola.
If you've got to have bands play in the sun -- and that's how it goes at the Best Music Poll -- then OK Go are a great fit. Upbeat tempos. Creative, thought-provoking lyrics. You know: good times. They were infectuous, and the audience (a mix of young and old) seemed to be catching their fever.
From top: Charlatans UK, Aberdeen City, Aberdeen City, Nada Surf. All photos (c) Carina Mastrocola.
(Second in a series of reports from last night's Phoenix/FNX Best Music Poll blowout on Lansdowne Street.)
The Charlatans haven’t really had the chance to jump the shark — not here, and not in the UK, where their songs never managed to plug into their homeland's gigantic hype machine.
(Our senior house critic Michael Freedberg stayed out late Sunday morning and came back with the following report, an edited version of which will appear soon on thephoenix.com. We present the unexpurgated, unedited goodness below.)
For house music, you can’t get much more authentic than DJ Honey Dijon – grew up in Chicago, African-American, transgendered; started dancing at the very clubs where house music was being created at the time, for girls much like herself; became a friend, then protégé, of Frankie Knuckles, the prime originator of the genre.
This is it, duders: the long awaited record-release party for Sprang. For once, we can save or accolades on the Certified Bananas dudes, since the fishwrap did it for us. Urrbody will be there, including the below-mentioned Ghislain Poirier; that's Enormous Room in Central Square around 10:30. Keep in mind, the last time CB played, there was a line around the block at 9:30.
1. Sure, there's lots of people playing Brazilian shit nowadays. You can get it from people like this, or you can get is straight from the tap. Lemon-Red's new mix is by none other than Bonde Do Role's DJ Gorky. This is the guy who thinks up shit like Alice in Chains as a baile funk song. He does stuff like that for breakfast.
MIT Steer RoastMay 5 & 6 at Massachusetts Institute of Technology Flickr stream here.
New rule: what happens at Steer Roast stays at Steer Roast. And in the insterest of there being future Steer Roasts, we've omitted any details that could a) get someone arrested, or b) give MIT an excuse to shut the shit down.
With their laid-back hip-hop beats, pleasant electronic whir and thrum, and shimmering acoustic-guitar strum, MUS-OK sound like a late-night collaboration between Beck and Air with the Dust Brothers and Nigel Godrich taking turns at the board. Which to us is a very good thing. The band, whose members came together in Boston four years ago but are now scattered across the country, don’t play around too often, and what better event at which to see them than a stop-motion-animation fashion show/art exhibition/loft party with free booze? Birdhead Design is throwing just that sort of shindig on Saturday (May 6).
Photos (c) Daisy Romero
Black Eyed Peas, with the Pussycat DollsApril 29 at Agganis Arena
No more shabby Carson Daly green rooms and opening slots for ex-boy-banders. Black Eyed Peas are finally headliners, dammit: bring these people the biggest sign onstage, the freshest Pellegrino backstage, and the right to pee their pants wherever and whenever they want.
No fucking idea how this ended up at the Paradise Lounge, it's like deciding to hold the olympics at your high school gym. We're guessing club bookers have no name recognition when it comes to the world's greatest party-DJ entertainers? Still, even if the "5-time turntable champion" entry didn't sink in, you'd think someone would have noticed the "Kanye West's DJ" line on A-Trak's resume.
In case you haven't been here in a week, it's our birthday . . . almost. We're celebrating tonight at Enormous Room. This post was supposed to be up hours ago, but we started getting hammered at noon, Cami just left to pick up some Suicide Girls, and, well, you're lucky we haven't puked on our keyboards yet. But in honor of OTD's first anniversary, and to remind you of why you love us, we present .
1. P. Nice and the Audiovandal have been working overtime on what they're calling their first official mixtape -- that is, the first one that they're not giving away for free on the internet, even for a little bit. Or at least that was the plan until we badgered them into giving us a preview. Whereupon instead of just giving us the first five minutes, they turned around and produced a full-on "trailer" -- like they're Clinton Sparks or Kanye West or some shit!
Nick Catchdubs and Certified BananasApril 14 at Enormous Room
Click on the archives and you'll note that the first official On the Download post was made on April 17, 2005. We put up something about the Converge show at Harpers Ferry. None of you were reading, because we didn't tell anyone about it for a couple of months.
We refuse to believe anything published today, anywhere. Which means we're not convinced that Ben Sisto is killing off Honeypump (and its board), although there's a press release to that effect up now. The fact that we're all throwing a show tonight called "Second Chances" does not mean that we have any inside-baseball on whether he's serious or not.
We know the Federales are Googling, so let's get this up front: if you're looking for the other Boston George -- the Weymouth kid who more or less singlehandedly invented the cocaine game, as seen in Blow -- we have no bananas. Instead, we've got tracks by the pseudonymous Boston George who wrecks Enormous Room most Saturday nights at Jam Hot (as previously seen in the Phoenix