Jim Hewitt's self-recorded 2010 EP, Imago Demos (under the temporary
moniker Young Minds), wasn't just a bedroom project. The Allston songwriter was
so uncomfortable singing in front of his roommates that he'd venture out to his
car in order to record his vocals in isolation. Recently, Hewitt re-emerged as ORCA ORCA, named for nothing
really beyond a casual affinity for killer whales.
CQ, meet T.T.’s.
The Phoenix can confirm that CQ PRESENTS, the Boston-based booking agency that oversees nightly live music at Allston venues Great Scott and O’Briens Pub, has been hired to handle full-time booking of T.T. The Bear’s Place in Cambridge.
CQ talent buyers Carl Lavin and Josh Smith met this afternoon with T.
We will probably have more to say about this in the next few weeks, so consider this post more about the music than the message.
But we've had these two new songs from Allston-based dream-pop bedroom project ORCA ORCA in our collective heads all week, and it's time to share. I was going to wait until Sunday to "debut" them on Boston Accents, but fuck it, do check'em out now.
The online bio for Boston space-rock quartet MOONS reads simply: “A heartfelt story of some metal and hardcore kids that got into Hum, Swervedriver, and Failure.” Rock bios are usually the biggest waste of time this side of plugging band Web sites on stage, but that’s some succinct shit right there. “Jupiter Drive,” the first track off this summer’s Stasis 10-inch, initially hits like those explosive chords in Hum’s “Stars” before settling in to a post-hardcore comet ride, each riff a galactic blast of post-rock force.
I rolled up to the BOZMO album release party at O’Brien’s last Monday just as the first band was going on, and already there was a crudely handwritten sign on a sheet of white paper that plainly stated “sold out!” I was pleased, and I’m sure the bands were too.
I hadn’t done any research on The Clippers before I showed up, but I was given a strong recommendation by Liz Pelly, knowing that we both have an affinity for 90s Cap’n Jazz-era emo punk.
BOZMO is an Allston supergroup of Jeremy Mendicino of Pretty & Nice, J-Raff Carrasco of Earthquake Party, and Bo Moore of Wonderful Spells. So it goes completely without saying that this band RULES. An all-star cast of Allston garage rockers come together for a garage pop symphonic tour through Bo Moore’s mind.
“All the crust punks have credit cards,” sings Bo Moore in kicking off “Milksnakes,” the first offering from BOZMO. No, the lyric isn’t lifted from an angry thread on Lemmingtrail, but it could start a flame war there, since Bozmo’s lyrical barrage on cliques and scenes in New York is also fit for Allston, with its bad drunks, braggarts drinking for free, and orphans who “think this place is boring.
Hey nevermind this got canceled. Too good to be true.
First, the good news: Austin, Texas, minimalist pop trio LOVE INKS are in town tonight, playing O’Brien’s Pub in Allston. The bad news: Their Boston debut falls on the same night as Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Final. Potentially good (if not entirely helpful) news: They’re not from Vancouver.
It was a awesome sight a week ago last Monday night at O’Brien’s Pub in Allston, where a punk bar once famous for a guy taking a shit in the middle of the floor during a show was host to a boisterous queer dance party where drag queens hit the stage to belt out Cher and Rihanna jams. But just as tight as a tuck between the legs was the bizarre live performance from HUNNIE BUNNIES, a sort-of Peaches-on-crack electro-noise duo that threw down a kamikaze of beats, screams, and loops while draped in ratty old gowns and covered in some sort of weird lubricant.
Gruesome Singaporean grinders WORMROT were scheduled to play in Somerville last September, but a holdup at U.S. Customs left local fans disgruntled. Luckily, the band are honoring their commitment and making their Boston debut at O’Brien’s Pub this Saturday in Allston.
Stylistically, Wormrot resemble Nasum and Phobia -– on their new LP, the group couples discordant blasting with crusty grooves, deftly avoiding the sterility of some modern grindcore acts and the sloppiness of others.
Fuck yeah, there needs to be more music videos filmed at O'Brien's Pub in Allston. Let's ready up a Pickleback everytime we recognize a regular at the nearby Model Cafe, and collectively marvel at how even the annoying pole in front of the O'Brien's stage has magically disappeared (movie magik!) in this rad new clip from ROADSAW
Urban Dictionary defines “sexcrement” as . . . well, you can look it up for yourself. Within the grizzled Massachusetts underground, however, SEXCREMENT are defined by Schlitz-drunk death-metal brutality filtered through rock perversion. “Well Hungover,” off this year’s XXX Bargain Bin Vol. 1 EP and following in the smutty footsteps of previous singles “Whiskey Tits” and “Granny Tranny Midget Fetish,” continues Sexcrement’s twisted sonic fantasy in which you feel as if you were being dragged across a sea of broken glass while leathery dudes in jean jackets get off to it.