Silk Purse is a newish band with members of beloved noise rock outfit Sightings, who went under earlier this summer after 15 years together. High hopes are in order. But better yet, prepare yourself for a performance by Lydia Lunch, backed by bassist/drummer Weasel Walter and artist/avant-garde musician Sandy Ewen. If this show goes anything like her spoken word show went last spring, things are gonna be nothing short of fiery.
Word on the street is the guys of King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, the Australian psych rock band playing the final show on their US tour tonight at Music Hall of Williamsburg, will be serving up cocktails at Our Wicked Lady in Bushwick once they’ve shredded their last. Let’s hope they’ve got bartending experience under those guitar straps.
What the hell happened? Seems as if Fall came out of nowhere, and fast. Dead leaves on the gross-ass ground, trash tornadoes from the sudden gusts of ice wind, and a slanted sun that disappears before you’ve had the chance to get out of bed. We’ve already heard people planning to split for the Waste Coast (lame) before it gets ugly. Thankfully, we’ve got a number of bands blowing into town whose sounds hail from warmer climates, reminding us we can always travel to these places in our minds when shit hits the fan.
“This gallery is my baby,” explained Christopher Stout, founder of the Bushwick Art Crit Group. This fall, Stout will host his inaugural exhibition as a gallery owner at his new space, the first of several anticipated art institutions inside an East Williamsburg warehouse space. BACG is “a not-for-profit community resource for everybody,” Stout explained. “But it felt like it was increasingly challenging– in a negative way– to make programming that was about everyone.” In order to host exhibitions that relate to specific subjects that Stout is more personally invested in, without having to worry about “alienating everyone else,” he said, “it really needed to be separate and become its own thing.”
Yeah, yeah we’re well aware there’s a holiday weekend– for some of us, anyway– coming up soon, but all the better to pack in some legit shows this week before you pack your bags. Besides, just face it, you’re probably doing something not that far from grilling/hanging/sun-roasting/eating/boozing/eating/boozing and acting generally like a beached whale on a bender this weekend anyway, so might as well sweat out the last of your bikini blob at these bangers.
Official Yin Yangs band photo (Photo via the Yin Yangs)
It’s been a big summer for the Yin Yangs, the Brooklyn garage-psych-punk outfit you’ve most likely seen at any number of DIY venues around town. Right before they took off on a Southern tour, the trio played Gigawatts Fest back in July alongside their up-and-coming peers, some of the best rock bands in the city right now (Heaven’s Gate, Surfbort, Vulture Shit, Future Punx, etc.). And in September they’re dropping a new tape, Taste, their first true release since unleashing their digital demos in 2013. Lucky for you we got our grubby paws on “21st Century,” and are premiering the brand new track right here, right now for your listening pleasure.
Hate to break it to you but the band to see this week, Royal Headache (Mark E. Smith and Morrissey moved to Australia and had a baby, basically) has sold out two freaking shows, one at Palisades and another at Rough Trade. What a royal… pain in the ass these guys are, coming all the way from Upside Down America only to play a couple of shows in what is inarguably the center of the goddamn universe! You’re officially counted as #tragic if you don’t have a ticket, but don’t go plotting any public beheadings just yet, there are plenty of worthy alternatives to wrap your ears around.
A new group exhibition at Signal Gallery Surface Supportstarted out with the question, “How does video exist outside itself?” Curator Amanda Schmitt has worked with video artists since about the dawn of Postinternet thinking. As part of Surface Support on view in East Williamsburg until August 9th, Schmitt has included work by artists where the physical manifestation of video art beyond the two-dimensional form is an essential element of the work rather than an awkward reality.
“Runaway Interludes / 20 Channel Jamboree vol. 8 (Market Static)” 2015, work by Jessie Stead on view at “Surface Support,” Signal Gallery (Photo: Nicole Disser)
A new group exhibition at Signal Gallery Surface Supportstarted out with the question, “How does video exist outside itself?” Curator Amanda Schmitt has worked with video artists since about the dawn of Postinternet thinking. It’s almost as if now that thinking too heavily about the internet as a thing (and just accepting it as an inherent part of aesthetics, social interaction, and sadly even existence) we can get back to thinking about video in new ways again. “Video and of course screens changed the way we think,” Amanda explained. “We’re always on our phones now, so sometimes we take it for granted.”
I was in the grips of a full-on Sunday hangover, on a caffeine-addled regret-stroll through East Williamsburg, when I locked eyes with a bar I’d never seen before, The Topaz. I wondered if the name, bestowed on this cocktail and small plates establishment, might be a play on “tapas.” Perhaps. But it also betrays the spirit of the place: a glimmering but none-too-fancy oasis in an otherwise spartan stretch of the neighborhood.
Arts and music rag 1.21 Gigawatts presents its annual music fest, going down July 24 to 26 at The Wick, The Well and Our Wicked Lady. This year’s headliners are Atlanta punkers Black Lips, chip-tune wackos Anamanaguchi, and Chicago-area longtimers Braid. But there are a slew of other bands worth catching.
This week in film get ready for uber cheesy, ultra trashy Troma films and attractive teen murderesses. If documentaries are more your speed, don’t miss one that explores the so-called “gay voice” and another that takes a look at Williamsburg’s Southside (aka Los Sures) way back in 1984.