(Image via Berlin)

(Image via Berlin)

Holiday Mountain, Coaches
Wednesday September 28, 8 pm at Berlin: $8 in advance, $10 at the door

Even when they’re jamming an oversized banana down your throat, you might find it sorta hard to swallow Holiday Mountain‘s product. It’s almost as if that great, mushy mass they’re thrusting toward you isn’t edible at all, but something meant to linger in your cheek like a big chunk of chewing tobacco– mmm, actually let’s just go with Big League Chew, coz even though I’ve railed snuff a couple of times in my life, I’m really not sure of the mechanics of actual dip.

Wait, where were we? Ah yes, Holiday Mountain’s an over-the-top wacky electro-rap duo outta Austin, Zander Kagle and Laura Patiño, who are basically the Tim & Eric of weird electro-rap. It’s a genre that unfortunately wracked by cultural appropriation (ummmm, Die Antwoord) in terms of its best-knowns anyway, but Holiday Mountain (Patiño is the songwriting soul of the group, while Kagle provides the catchy production/beats) are not only crafting effervescent, hyperactive dance tracks that rival any of their industry superiors, but they’re injecting absurdist parodies of racial stereotyping/culture-stealing and other political statements about gender and sexuality into the mix too.

Maybe I’m a crazy truther or birther (or whatever represents the peak of insanity in popular discourse these days) for saying this, but something tells me that it’s not just a coincidence that Kagle and Patiño decided to call themselves “Holiday Mountain.” Does Jodorowsky’s Holy Mountain ring a bell? The group’s output– visual and otherwise– is just dripping with the same sort of acid surrealism. But there’s also something about the explosions of fractals and psychedelic aerobics classes in “Cómo Te Llamas” (see above) that hint toward a post-internet update for the battle Jodorowsky organized between a fine-feathered lizard people and the uggo frog conquistadors.

Oh, and being tongue-in-cheek isn’t the only reason that Holiday Mountain’s music deserves the comparison to a heaping pouch of Big League Chew– their loony romps are about as sticky as freak-pop comes these days. It’s clear that the group’s style is much more than a flash-in-the-browser kind of deal. At East Village club Berlin, the duo will reign supreme for a full-month residency (translation: they’re playing every Wednesday night through the end of October).

(Image via PopGun)

(Image via PopGun)

Miserable, BOD, Ritual Humor
Wednesday September 28, 8 pm at Alphaville: $8 

Recently, Kristina Esfandiari took a little detour from her role playing in the San Francisco shoegaze band Wirr to work on Miserable, her appropriately-named, even hazier shoegaze solo project that’s steeped in, well, misery and moany self-reflection. Depending on your disposition, Miserable might plunge you into the deepest regions of hell, or send you soaring off into the puffy-cloud and virgin-filled heavens. However we strongly advise that you go see this show if and only if you’re a ticket-holding passenger on the next train to Satanville– Esfandiaria’s current beast of burden has exactly zero of the occasionally uplifting melodies of Wirr, and makes the “doom” in her other project, the sludgy metal band King Woman, feel like a morning cup of Joe and a kick in the teeth. You get the picture.

Friday September 30, 8 pm at Baby’s All Right: $15 in advance/ $20 at the door

Fall is definitely the cruelest season since it stands as the greatest, constant reminder that happiness and joy, in all their forms, will eventually wither, crumble, fall to the ground, and die. Enter Yuksek, the French electronic music producer whose varied sounds weight heavily toward the fun/party end of the sonic spectrum, and serve as a reminder that not everything is lost when summer’s over. The DJ adopted his Turkish-sounding name only to find, as it turns out, that it actually means “high” in Turkish– which is pretty good luck considering that he’s a classically trained French white boy musician who wanted to sound less like the rest of his people who have overwhelmed the genre’s profit margins and money-making festival spots. ‘Nother story, ‘nother day, I suppose.

Yuksek’s people, however, describe him in more glowing terms, boasting that he’s “crafted some of the dirtiest, most inspired remixes of hits by Mika, Kaiser Chiefs, Ghostface Killah (Wu Tang Clan), French rapper Booba, Tahiti 80.” Hell, you might even agree.