The internet never ceases to amaze us. And after failing to remember who or what broke the internet last, we decided it doesn’t matter at all because it’s been shattered into a million pieces once again. And it was the birth of the Market Hotel Pillar Twitter account (@MarketPillar) — which happened sometime after the DIY venue reopened for what was, by all accounts, a spectacular Sleater-Kinney show — that signaled the internet’s passing.
Despite the relentless output of records, save for some piecemeal rumors, there’s not a ton to go on when it comes to PC Worship, a Bushwick-based band that spans several rotating members (but is always led by Justin Frye) as well as influences of punk, drone, even free jazz. They’re known for wild improvisation but also their success in collaborations with Parquet Courts (a popular band that is in many ways their opposite). But most critics and music bloggers have agreed: PC Worship is nothing if not inexplicable. And their new EP, Basement Hysteria, set to drop November 13 when they return from a month-long European tour, sees the band containing the tradition of drone-clouded noise worship.
Before meeting the guy, I envisioned Yonatan Gat as some latter-day guitar god, a reincarnation of that tradition of males whose sole purpose in life is to descend from the heavens (or in this case, Israel) at the permanent age of 27 to spend a brief but divine moment here on Earth, shredding away. I wasn’t alone– Yonatan Gat has been dubbed a “composer,” referred to as a “world music-inspired maestro,” and compared to Jimi Hendrix. It seems that whoever’s looking at him perceives Gat as rock-idol progeny. So when I found myself walking up to an actual castle in Brooklyn Heights, my suspicions seemed all but confirmed.
Welcome back to IRL. Here’s to hoping you had a good one being equal parts proud to live in a country where you don’t have to think too hard about what went into your readily available Apple phone and palm oil snacks, and all “pshhh” about the whole affair. We’re also fingers-crossed that you didn’t go too DIY on fireworks after a failed reconnaissance mission ‘cross the Pennsylvania border (really, you gotta know a guy to get anything close to decent fireworks ’round these parts)– because fingers and toes are maybe more valuable than even the most awe-inducing homemade mortar blast or Roman candle to your unsuspecting friend’s face. In the interest of such things, maybe you didn’t get your kicks, but fear not, there are better, much safer ways to get your thrills via rock n’ roll. Take this week to scoot your butt to some shows and allow yourself to revel. Believe us, it’ll make up at least a little bit for this increasingly less-explosive holiday.
John Eatherly has been doing the music thing for a while, having dropped out of high school at 17 to pursue music. “I’ve played in a lot of different bands over the years,” he explained. But Public Access TV seems to be his most focused effort to date. The band has just dropped their first proper release in the United States, Public Access EP on Terrible Records, and Eatherly’s not just songwriting, he’s also spotlighted as the lead vocals and guitars. The fact that Public Access TV really sees Eatherly coming into his own probably has something to do with the fact that he’s supremely close with all the other band members. In fact, three of four members (all except for the drummer) lived together in an East Village apartment. New York’s always been somewhat tough, Eatherly admits, but when their apartment burned down in the East Village fire last month, he realized things could always be harder.
We knew the last night at Death By Audio was going to get pretty raw, with about a million people cramming in to say goodbye to the DIY venue even if they’d never been before. But what we didn’t plan for was seeing the line get cut off after just 80 lucky folks walked through the door. And less than a year from when we last surveyed the post-285 Kent DIY scene, one of our favorite venues is now closed.
If you were a kid in the ’90s, R.L. Stine was your Stephen King. This was pre-helicopter parenting, when your school book fair haul could consist solely of paperbacks like Say Cheese and Die!, The Girl Who Cried Monster, and The Curse of the Creeping Coffin. Stine has sold more than 350 million copies of his 300-plus books. The Goosebumps series alone had more product tie-ins than a Marvel movie: masks, shirts, trading cards, a board game (which I got for my ninth birthday), even a ventriloquist dummy named Slappy.
Between the fifth anniversary of Captured Tracks and the upcoming Mexican Summer blowout, North Brooklyn’s record labels have been pumping out a dizzying array of live music lately. Most of it, naturally, has been in the indie rock arena, but Afro-soul fans will have their moment tonight when Bushwick-based label Daptone Records, which makes its home in an actual home on Troutman Street, puts on a free show at Williamsburg Park.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” said Kurt Feldman on stage at Glasslands on Saturday. Considering the rapturous, slightly disbelieving response of the crowd, they couldn’t believe it, either. They’d gathered for what was billed as The Depreciation Guild’s first show in more than two and a half years.
Pretty light week for super attention-grabbing shows in our neighborhoods this week — seems like all the big ticket items are in one or another of our fine city’s public parks. Nevertheless, there are a wealth of quality smaller shows to choose from, starting with The Depreciation Guild‘s return(!) at Glasslands on Saturday.