Luwayne Glass, better known by the stage name Dreamcrusher, and I decided it would be best to meet somewhere “grungy.” Even though such places are becoming increasingly hard to find near the Jefferson stop these days. After less than a year as a Bushwick resident, Glass already has a tape out with Firetalk (Hackers All Of Them Hackers), is playing close to “three shows a week” (“because I’m a fuckin’ idiot”) and is garnering some much-deserved attention in the process. In light of so much underground success, it’s hard to believe that Dreamcrusher is a noise act from (actual) Kansas that wound up here essentially by accident. “I’d never even been on the subway before,” Luwayne laughed.
If you’re an experimental music fan, or even just someone who likes to dabble in the unexpected once in a while, this weekend show is an absolute must-see. With its stellar lineup of (mostly) female-fronted noise projects, you’ll have the #blessed opportunity to experience performances by some true vets of avant-garde sounds. Originally from Detroit, Pod Blotz (aka Suzy Poling, who works as a visual artist too) has landed in much-sunnier LA, but that doesn’t mean her music has lightened up in the least. With Pod Blotz, Poling continues her devotion to dark electronics and carrying out tripped-out visual stunts at live performances (the latter looks something like this).
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Wolf Eyes (one of the greatest noise bands ever to emerge from “the dead, dread-filled haunted hills of Michigan,” thank you Forest Juziuk for the incredibly apt description of Michigan’s terrain) is releasing a new album, I Am A Problem: Mind In Pieces, perhaps their one millionth recording to be release October 30th on Third Man Records. You can read more about the band right here but you can celebrate the release of their new album at Trans-Pecos. Don’t sleep on those tix!
Bands Apart is a new weekly column wherein we outline the sometimes vast differences between bands with not-so-different names. Soak up this super important knowledge and we guarantee you’ll impress your friends, bore your mother, and alienate your dog. Up this week: Lazyeyes versus Wolf Eyes.
Our only utterance of advice for this week: pack em in, kids. If you’re as unsettled about the end of summer as we are, consider taking some of that aggression out at any number of these shows (there’s enough punk to go around for all of yous) or, better yet, gaze at some of these truly gnarly noise-makers in awe of frustrations much deeper than your own. Best, best, best of all, though: see what happens after a legendary rapper denounces her medium but returns to the stage anyway for something altogether new. Cheers to spiteful finales.
Where has the sun gone? It’s cool, we needed a break anyway. Thankfully mood-appropriate bands are scooting into town reminding us of our impending doom. This week, scoop up sounds by the dominatrixes of noise, the best of just-above-underground electronic music, and gothy post-punk devotees.
Trans-Pecos isn’t a new establishment by any definition– the Ridgewood music venue brought to us by DIY veteran Todd P has been hosting shows in the old Silent Barn space for about a year and a half now. During that time they’ve struggled to obtain a liquor license, which, let’s face it, makes all the difference in the world when it comes to running a (legal) show space. But when we stopped by Monday night for the return of Diamond Terrifier‘s experimental and outsider music series, Practice, the place was bubbling anew not just with boozy energy thanks to a spanking new license to serve, but with a combination that might seem lost on most other venues around town: hypnotic attentiveness to mind-bending music and an experimental lineup that was magically paired with a sense of accessibility.
Northside Festival is here, which means all your favorite venues are going to be filled with butt loads of people. If you’re hitting up any one of your usual spots in Brooklyn for a show this weekend– even this year’s venue newcomers like Alphaville, Aviv, and Pet Rescue are in the fest’s fold– chances are it’s going to be a Northside joint. So if you’re gonna really get out there and do the damn thing this weekend, save yourself some trubz and grip a pass. You may lament the crowds, but you can’t deny that a festival brings something like pure joy to your usual Friday or Saturday night kicks.
Based on what we’ve learned from close observers of festival culture, you’re likely to see naturally occurring people dressed in cringe-inducing headdresses and bro boats shotgunning beers. But since this is North Brooklyn and not Bro-chella, we’re guessing the headwear will be a little more culturally self-aware (e.g. an ode to 19th century farmers who had it made or something) and at least those beers will be craft. But remember, Northside may be the thing to do, but it’s not all there is.
Being fanboys of the Brooklyn boy band Bottoms, we caught up with them at their Secret Project Robot home base in Bushwick just before they take off on their European tour. But don’t freak, you still have a chance to catch Jake Dibeler, Simon Leahy, and Michael Prommasit at the Butt magazine party this weekend (appropriately titled Club Butt). For the uninitiated, Bottoms are a gay electro-punk band known for their wild, confrontational draggy shows. Steeped in punk and DIY as well as performance art, these ladies really know how to shake up a static room.
Perhaps traditional “muzik” isn’t your thing really, or maybe your tastes are simply too advanced to be bothered with such frivolities like the predictable strumming of guitars or the inane drivel of singer/songwriters. Sounds like you, eh? Well then, boy oh boy is this your weekend.
24 Hour Drone Festival
What’s the one type of music that actually threatens to push psychologically at-risk listeners over the edge? The genre of music that has more in common with flying death machines than any other? The genus most closely related in sound and feeling to a migraine and or Ketamine trip gone horribly wrong? DRONE!
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