(Flyer via Trans-Pecos)

(Flyer via Trans-Pecos)

A Pre-Spring Solstice Weekend With Psychic TV 
Saturday March 12 (7 pm) through Sunday March 13 (5 pm) at Trans-Pecos: $20/ night, $35 both days, Saturday after-party entry $10 after midnight, Sunday after-party entry $10 after 10 pm

Genesis P-Orridge has had a busy, well, life– but lately the founder of Psychic TV and Throbbing Gristle has threatened to surpass even h/er own level of hyper-productivity. Just 24 hours after opening h/er new interactive art exhibition, Try to Altar Everything, at the Rubin Museum on Friday, the artist is asking that people bring objects of significance to contribute to the “shamanic space” (stemming from ideas about the universe s/he soaked up during several visits to Nepal over the years). P-Orridge will post up at Trans-Pecos for a two-day vernal equinox party. Sure, it’s about a week ahead of schedule but it’s undeniably spring-like right now, and who wouldn’t want an extended celebration in their lives right now, anyway? Actually, the two-day marathon was originally scheduled for January,  and was cancelled when Jonas hit and ruined literally everything. Ah, sweet revenge on winter.

It’s no surprise P-Orridge will serve as the master of ceremonies for such a witchy sort of event. After all, the artist is an established occultist (which is hard to forget, but we were doubly reminded of this at Language of the Birds, the occult art show P-Orridge participated in). And truly there are few (legal) ways to better celebrate the changing of the seasons, rebirth, new beginnings– stuff that, up until recently, as Genesis told B+B when s/he sat for an interview last month, was dismissed by most people as “hippy dippy.”

The event will open on Saturday with performances from Psychic TV (of course), but also two acts hailing from Philly: Wetware a cyber-goth outfit (imagine an alternative soundtrack to Hackers), and Voodoo Medicine Man, hypnotic outsider weirdness in which one of the “core members,” David Perry, “happens to experience Down Syndrome,” as the band puts it. DJs and projections will make for a seamlessly psychedelic experience. Save your energy for the after party though, featuring all kinds of DJ sets geared toward the dark-tronics (duh) from the likes of Scott Murakami, and a spooky live set from FBI Warning, a duo making distant ambient dream-cloud music.

If you’re still alive on Sunday, we suggest you make it for day number two, where Psychic TV will play the soundtrack to In the Shadow of the Sun (originally written by Throbbing Gristle for Derek Jarman’s avant-weird 1981 film about past lives and other ideas drawn from Carl Jung and mysticism). Our bets are on this one being the more tripped-out of the two days. Trans-Pecos’s resident experimental musician, Diamond Terrifier (aka Sam Hillmer), will be on deck, sax in mouth. Kill Alters will bring their ghostly, noisy, and yet somewhat narrative static screams backed by medicine-man drumming to the show. They sound a lot like channel surfing on a batch of particularly eerie mushrooms. And Hiro Kone (Nicky Mao) will bring her sort of tribal, Rainforest-Cafe approach to ambient sounds.

And send it all home with the Sunday night after-party featuring live sets from hardcore-influenced noise duo Deli Girls, and harsh industrial electronics from Bookworms (a band that still manages to make things danceable), and many more.

(Flyer via Palisades)

(Flyer via Palisades)

Janka Nabay, Awesome Tapes from Africa, Rizzla
Wednesday March 16, 8 pm at Palisades: $15

If you’re not yet familiar with Awesome Tapes from Africa, the music blog and alter-ego of Brian Shimkovitz, then make haste and go soak up some of the awesomeness he’s helped bring to us narrow-minded Westerners who think Lady Gaga is the only popular music that matters (JK ha ha…). For real, ATA (thanks to his time spent in Ghana as a Fulbright scholar) has done a lot to expand the minds of many a workaday music listener to include Africa, a source for a number of musical traditions and pop leanings that are as rich and diverse as the many people who live on the continent. Rather than promoting a narrow view of “African music is…,” ATA is all about digging into deep cuts from all styles, sounds, and places found in Africa, and reviving music that may have been forgotten over time or simply unheard of here in the good’ ol USA. As Shimkovitz notes, “this is music you won’t easily find anywhere else— except, perhaps in its region of origin.”

We suspect that ATA will be sharing, well, his awesome tapes from Africa, and so it’s appropriate that he’ll be joined by at least one actual musicians from Africa too, including Janka Nabay, a rather stylish Sierra Leonean musician with a penchant for colorful suits, who blends traditional West African sounds with psych and even surf rock. Then we’ll be treated with sounds from New York City-based producer Rizzla. He’s doing some truly exciting work in blending a wide array of influences including R&B and the dancehall vibes he picked up while (like Shimkovitz) he was studying abroad, though Rizzla’s home-base was Trinidad. Think the real meaty songs put out by MIA, with more experimentalism, and without the annoying rockstar ego.

Fried Egg, Stuck Pigs, Schiavi, Kaleidoscope
Friday March 11, 8 pm at Alphaville: $8

What with all this sunshine you’re going to have to remind everyone that your heart is still black, this world still amiss. And so a night of straight-up, unadulterated punk at Alphaville will set you right. And why not change things up and go see a show that’s chock full of touring bands? There’s a way better chance of after-show insanity when most everyone’s from out of town and down to dangle till dawn.

The headliners, Fried Egg, hail from D.C., a place where it’s hard to imagine anyone living unless they have a closet full of Chanel power suits, relatives in the CIA, and some chest brought over by the Mayflower that’s overflowing with pearls and deceit. But apparently the punks still reside there (in DC, not on the Mayflower) and they don’t like it any more than they ever did. So early West Coast punk are the good people of Fried Egg: repetitive, stripped-down attitude toward pummeling out those three chords as fast as possible while maintaing room for a deep, menacing roar that drone-ily guides us along their stream-of-consciousness song slews (just listen to the trio below).

Stuck Pigs, neighbors of the aforementioned band, are a super group of sorts consisting of mems of Nuclear Age, Pure Disgust, and a few more respectable DC regulars. They spew total hair-ripping insanity, with a slightly Satanic hue that reminds me of riding around listening to Slayer tapes in shitty cars and going heavy on the jazz grass to the point where everything sounded so far, far away and almost soothing as opposed to throttling. Maybe that’s just me, though. Hailing not simply from DC but also Richmond, Virginia are Schiavi, a loud-as-all-hell duo with rotten bass lines dragging at the very bottom threshold of human hearing abilities.

(Image via the Silent Barn)

(Image via the Silent Barn)

MV Carbon, Long Distance Poison, Anthony Saunders, Decrepit Jaw
Wednesday March 9, 8 pm at the Silent Barn: $8

If a midweek thinkingmans’ show is what you’re after, check out what’s going down at Silent Barn tonight. MV Carbon will be there. She’s a local composer who makes use of projections and other multimedia accoutrements to “provoke an extrasensory awareness through warping the boundaries of time and space”– which makes sense, Carbon is also a visual artist in addition to being a multi-instrumentalist adept at cello, synths, and a litany of other weird percussion objects and homemade noisemakers. Her sound bends toward the weird/classical while occupying the wide-reaching realm of experimental music. Also, Carbon served time as an Issue Project Room artist in residence, so we don’t have to tell you she’s kind of a big deal.

Long Distance Poison (a trio of vintage synth nerds from Brooklyn) will share their much less human, but equally tactile approach to experimental music fueled by an obsession with all things machine. Get your drone on with the prolific doctor of discord, Anthony Saunders.