Queer Trash 4: It Gets Sleazier Saturday December 10, 8:30 pm at Alphaville: $10
Remember back when you’d regularly opt out of noise shows? The way things used to be, they were pretty much guaranteed to be dominated by white boys, unbathed (like, in a stilted way) and of questionable talent, who’d rather spend all night trying to make contact between forehead and concave chest for maximum gloom appeal, while dropping painfully lame hints about holding a copious stash of heavy drugs in an attempt to add mystery and subversiveness to their otherwise dull music.
Homogenous, standoffish scenes are just the worst. There is a silver lining, though: the backlash tends to be far superior than the priggish haughty BS anyway. Queer Trash 4 is no exception, and the queer noise acts they spotlight are carrying out the kind of insurgency that most noise makers only dream about.
GET EXCITED. As the name Flowers of Evil implies, members of A Place to Bury Strangers, Crocodiles, and Young Boys are nodding to the Baudelaire-loving punks of the late ’70s. These guys are gonna be a riot. Don’t believe us? Check out the video below, captured at a recent show at Silent Barn.
And if we could write a letter to Surfbort it would go something like this: Dear Surfbort, thanks for staying true to your “haggard manifesto” and keeping your particular brand of nasty noise punk alive. New York City needs you.
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.