(Flyer via PC Worship/ Rough Trade/ Facebook)

(Flyer via PC Worship/ Rough Trade/ Facebook)

Lazeyes, PC Worship, Gingerlys, RIPS
Wednesday October 5, 8 pm at Rough Trade: $10 in advance/ $15 at the door

According to our social media stalking of Justin Frye, PC Worship will be playing some “new songs” at their Rough Trade show tonight.

But wait, aren’t all of the band’s live performances improvisational? How could music that lingers somewhere around deconstructed punk/avant-garde/drone/free jazz made with freaky-deaky instrumental sculptures (ew, I’d never say that Frye “hacks” his instruments) be anything but new-to-you?

Maybe it’s the scenery (Williamsburg) that’s making Frye feel lightheaded. He’s also encouraging showgoers to take a walk along the waterfront and “contemplate the exact moment Williamsburg ‘changed.””

Really makes you think, huh? I mean, the last time I could brown-bag in peace at the Grand Street river landing without getting puked on by a baby was ages ago. Of course, the new Vice offices replaced DBA and Glasslands, but now the media company’s announced that they’re releasing a new beer, Old Blue Last, which yeah is named after a legendary London bar/former brothel, but according to a reliable source (the internet) “Old Blue” is one particularly fetching pet name for a ween. Then there’s that whole tech-boom prophecy thingy which has got pols so hot and bothered that they’re biting back their lips and fanning the flush outta their faces. If you haven’t heard, developers are inching toward projects that are so massive, they might as well rename the place Little Silicon Valley. Only first, we assume, they need to pick their fav corporate-sponsored tagline for the nabe’s makeover. What do you guys think– iWilliam, a Neighborhood by Apple? Soylent’s Palo Alto Experience? Siriburg?

I guess that means everyone in Williamsburg’s on the up-and-up, right?

Even if none of the above sounds like much fun to you (to each her own), PC Worship puts on exactly the kind of show that’ll make New Williamsburg seem far, far away.

(Flyer via Alphaville)

(Flyer via Alphaville)

Macula Dog, Weeping Icon, Pariuh, Centre Negative, Cabo Boing
Thursday October 6, 8 pm at Alphaville: $8 in advance, $10 day-of

The four-piece experimental electronic project Macula Dog is nothing short of MIDI magic. The group concocts offbeat potions with additives like floppy disk-era video game sound effects and distorted vocals that sound like the lead singer took some cues from some freak show sword swallower who had a rather unsuccessful go at gulping an accordion. Discomfort be damned, we hope that lil’ piani stays right where it’s at, lodged in Mr. Swordeater’s larynx.

If you can believe such a thing, Cabo Boing is sort of in the same vein as the Macula pups in terms of their glitchy Nintendo vibes and occasionally bot-like vocals. But the spirit of Brian Esser’s solo project is more whimsical than maniacal, and there’s a kid-like wonder underlying tracks like “Swirl Up” (listen below) and “Asleep in the Saddle.”

Don’t be fooled by the long, flowing manes possessed by all four of the very blond gals in Weeping Icon, this Brooklyn band is far from Black Metal. They’re quite the opposite actually, taken together they’re a tall glass of lo-fi garage punk. The band’s name, however, is one superficial aspect that really does line up with reality. There’s no doubt about it, if Holy Mother Mary ever ran into the boys of Macula Dog she’d lose her honorary title, and start bawling so hard that she’d cry herself a river of blood tears (just like her icons do, eh?). At least she’d have her dreamboat band boys there to float down with her.

(Image via Trans-Pecos)

(Image via Trans-Pecos)

Anklepants, Covert Joy 
Thursday October 6, 10 pm to 3 am at Trans-Pecos: $12

Masked musicians are definitely a thing– Daft Punk, MF Doom, and if we’re counting face paint too (heh) we should definitely mention Insane Clown Posse. But it’s been that way forever actually. In Ancient Greece, although other theatrical performers wore them too, masks were particularly important for members of the chorus. And they’ve long been associated with mischief and getting all-out buck– just one facet of the mask’s significance in cultures across the world. But again with the Ancient Greeks mask-play was an important part of worshipping Dionysus, the god of partying and getting schmanged (their equivalent to Andrew W.K.) which involved orgies, dumping whole bottles of red wine over their heads, and generally getting buck as hell.

If Richard D. James didn’t have such a weird face already (like, seriously, even if Aphex Twin wore a creepy clown mask or something it wouldn’t be scarier than his award-winning smile) we might have a hard time keeping him separate from Anklepants. The electronic music project of Reecard Farché veers into similar territory with his amazingly grotesque, super creepy music videos and shares Aphex Twin’s penchant for sinister ambient electronic music too.

But thanks to one rather… unique trait, you shouldn’t have a hard of a time distinguishing Anklepants and that’s not only because he moves outside of chiller ambient compositions and equally embraces butt-bumping dance tracks, dub-step, and old-fashioned techno. His look, contained in an instantly recognizable mask is pretty singular, too– consisting of a wrinkly, fleshy purple-pink color, the bulbous head is hideous enough, until you realize that in place of a nose, there’s a lengthy, animatronic weiner flopping around every which way. Yep, a human ding dong. A dingle dangler indeed. (As it turns out, Farché works in special effects “designing latex models, prosthetics and animatronics.”)

It’s terrifying. It’s true. It kind of makes him look like a rapey Freddy Krueger incubus. Only uglier.

Sure, Anklepants’s face serves as a stark reminder about the horrendous reality of the male anatomy (sorry, not sorry). However, I can’t help but think Farché’s saying something else about men, stage worship, consent, and the male-dominated electronic music industry as a whole. Or the whole thing might even be a critique of Puritan attitudes toward nudity. Or perhaps, Anklepants is just what makes Farché feel beautiful, and we should remember that beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, and nauseating forms. Maybe.

Or maybe, just maybe he’s dangling an actual dongle in front of music critics, the media, and audiences, waiting to see if they’ll take the bait.

(Flyer by Scott Young/ via Aviv)

(Flyer by Scott Young/ via Aviv)

JJ Doll, Exotica, Yung Mayne, Ezrakh, DJ Guy
Saturday October 8, 6 pm at Aviv: $8

We’ve told you before, and we’ll remind you again as the final streak of shows keep coming: get to Aviv while you still can, coz by October’s end the DIY venue’s done-zo. Well, they’re leaving their current location in Greenpoint anyway, and have plenty of plans for the future. But still.

Until then, get thee to a good ol’ fashioned punk show with some of Brooklyn’s grossest from the Toxic State scene. If you don’t know JJ Doll by now and their classic speedy hardcore, splashed over with grating, piss-all guitar and breathy/bratty vocals, well you might as well go throw yourself down the nearest well, it’s the fastest way to get your ears close to the underground.

The new band on the block is Exotica. Boasting members of La Misma– a psyched-out, ripped-up, and torn-to-shreds punk outfit with that Stooges’ sound. They’re bound to be pretty bearable.

Correction: The original version of this post was revised to correct the gender of members of Weeping Icon.