DJ Nebakaneza of the always raging Ritual Dubstep weekly (every Thursday, 9pm-3am at Temple) has one of the finest ears on the dubstep scene and a generous taste when it comes to the often narrowly defined genre. The Anonymous-like masked mixer has definitely turned us on to some great tunes this year. Here’s his tops in the wobble department for 2011:
Localized Appreesh is our weekly thank-you column to the musicians that make the Bay. Each week a band/music-maker with a show, album release, or general good news is highlighted and spotlit. To be considered, contact emilysavage@sfbg.com.
Snap your fingers – jazzy San Francisco swingsters the Cosmo Alleycats have officially released their debut album, The Late Late Show. It’s the kind of story you love to hear: talented local band makes good, a group that formed as a weekly venue houseband makes the leap to fully-realized recording act. And that record beams with tinkling piano, hearty sax, the thumping backbone of upright bass, and a mix of soulful jazz numbers, vintage R&B, and poppy upbeat swing.
Celebrating their new retro-tinged album this week, the Cosmo Alleycats play two local release shows; one at Le Colonial, at which they were hatched, and then another at Blondie’s Bar & No Grill – there’ll be a special “Alleycat Cosmo” cocktail available at the second event, here’s hoping there’s good booze contained within.
Year and location of origin: January 2010 on Cosmo Alley in SF Band name origin: Mike: Booze & lack of foresight. Steve & Emily: A couple of us were asked to pull together a band to fill in for Kim Nalley at Le Colonial while she was on vacation for a month. Assuming that there would only be four performances, we wanted the band name to reflect the venue location. Since Le Colonial is on Cosmo Alley, “The Cosmo Alleycats” seemed like a natural fit. Soon after, we were hired as the full time Wednesday night band and started doing gigs all around the Bay Area. The name just stuck. Band motto: Steve: Get people dancing; Mike: Don’t ask Noam about his hair; Emily: Create fun! Description of sound in 10 words or less: Emily: Modern vintage R&B and boogaloo swing – we defy classification!; Mike: twang, honk, bang, thump, tinkle, hum. Instrumentation: Vocals (Emily Wade Adams), Sax (Pete Cornell), Piano (Noam Eisen), Upright Bass (Steve Height) and Drums (Mike Burns). The album also features Nick Rossi on guitar and David Kellerman on keys. Most recent release:The Late, Late Show (2011) Best part about life as a Bay Area band: Emily: Loyal, enthusiastic, supportive fans (many of whom wow us with their secret swing dancing skills) and the opportunity to play a range of excellent venues from fun dive bars to hallowed music halls, awesome festivals, and gorgeous winery weddings; Steve: There are so many people here that love seeing live music and are tremendously loyal to bands that they enjoy; Mike: Playing in my home town. Worst part about life as a Bay Area band: Steve: Bridge traffic; Mike: DJs; Emily: Trying to park to load in! First record/cassette tape/or CD ever purchased: Mike: Herman’s Hermits; Emily: Oh God. My first tape was either Madonna’s “You Can Dance” or George Michael’s “Faith”. First CD was Soul II Soul’s Club Classics Volume 1. When I was three, I’d listen to the Beatles’ Magical Mystery Tour record over and over, looking at all the pretty pictures in the booklet that came with the record and wondering why all these old dudes were dressed up in costumes. I had no clue that drugs were involved until I was about 20.” Most recent record/cassette tape/CD/or Mp3 purchased/borrowed from the Web: Emily: Other than our own? The latest releases from Amy Winehouse and the Black Keys; Mike: Arann Harris and the Farm Band. Favorite local eatery and dish: Steve: Le Colonial’s brussels sprouts; Mike: Cordon Blue, California @ Hyde, menu #5; Emily: Where to begin? The food trucks at Off the Grid are ridiculous. I’m addicted to Curry Up Now’s chicken tikka masala burrito. Also, the veggie burger at the Plant Organic is to die for. And I love my Thursday night ‘liquid dinners’ with the band at Blondie’s Bar & No Grill.”
The nostalgia factor of a night spent at the Fillmore, watching Dinosaur Jr. play the entirety of its classic Bug album while the scents of weed and that cloying old familiar CK One (I shit you not) steeped into my clothes, is hard to ignore. Though I was too young to appreciate Bug in 1988, watching the slacker-rock trio indulge in sprawling guitar solos and dense, chugging bass lines undoubtedly evoked a longing for grunge and those impetuous ’90s.
Former Black Flag frontman and spoken word artist Henry Rollins couldn’t shake that wistful yearning for another time either as he sat on stage with Dino Jr. last Thursday for a pre-show interview. Invoking the spirits of the Fillmore, Rollins declared, “I always get a bit of déjà vu when I come here. This is where Janis [Joplin] and Grace Slick played!”
Slack-jawed, awed in the venue’s music history, he asked, “So what does it mean to play at the Fillmore?” A big, meaty question like that might normally necessitate an equally sentimental response, but J Mascis, rather than trip down memory lane with the rest of us, championed the venue’s acoustics. “The sound’s really good,” he said. “It’s hard to have a bad night here.”
With his bellicose stare, Rollins probed the band for key insights, opining that the “rip-roaring, pedal-to-the-metal” Bug represented a “sharpening of sound” and with it, a sound that “got more heavy.” There was the promise to be loud, that sound was sacrosanct.
The six stacked amps surrounding the band was the temple. When asked how a venue responds to the volume of the guitars, J Masic said, “Once a sound guy came on and turned down my amp.” He laughed, still bewildered that this had once happened, “That’s like sacrilegious to me.”
After the 30-minute-ish interview, the band launched into Bug, playing to a burly male-centric room, aggressive in their hollers and “owwws” through J’s distortion and Murph’s thunderous drums, lumbering along to Lou Barlow’s bass. They played loud, for sure, extended intros and songs that seemed to play longer than they should that really just seeped into one another, for a night of melodics and heroic guitar anthems in quintessential slacker fashion.
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Dirty Cupcakes’ Laura Gravander presents a totally nepotistic list of the top 10 live bands of 2011:
1. ELECTRO: This is the band of 8-year-old girls I mentored this summer as a volunteer at Bay Area Girls Rock Camp. After learning two chords from scratch, they wrote a droney, unintentionally avant-garde five-minute anti-bullying opus with a rap breakdown that blew my mind at their July showcase at the Oakland Metro. This is the future.
2. Uzi Rash: Swamp reptile Max Nordile and his band of trashy weirdos play music that is both grating and catchy, and deceptively complex. See them live and they will freak you out, and possibly hit you in the eye socket with an empty 40 oz. (it happened to me).
3. Shannon and the Clams: Seeing the Clams live feels like being magically reunited with your childhood dog — happy and nostalgic, a little bit sad. This metaphor is especially apt if you and your childhood dog loved to DANCE! 4. Younger Lovers: Killer guitar parts, dance-crazy beats, and singer-drummer-songwriter Brontez’s onstage bitching makes Younger Lovers’ shows unpredictable and exciting. Plus, their guitarist is super-cute!
5. King Lollipop: Elfin hillbilly plays bubblegum rockabilly (or something like that!) backed by six drummers who sound like a marching band meets drum circle, minus the lame.
6. Human Waste: Freaky spacesuited dystopian moog-punk from the Moon. Rumored to consist of members of Uzi Rash, Shannon and the Clams, and Dirty Cupcakes. More space waste to come in 2012.
7. Glitter Wizard: Intricate, impressive glam rock. And once, mid-song, I saw frontman Wendy Stonehenge light his hand on fire!
8. PIGS: This three-piece plays metal for people who love metal. Ripping it up soon in a scummy warehouse near you.
9. Knifey Spoony: Oakland punk rockers with impressive live show and unexpectedly melodic hooks. Singer-guitarist Steve Oriolo studied music in college but uses his powers for good (rock), not evil (anything that doesn’t rock).
10. Sweet Nothing: I’m a sucker for two-piece bands and girl drummers, and Ian and Melissa always rock my face off.
Shannon and the Clams bring it live: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zET182UnfNo
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120 Minutes’ Marco De La Vega (@S4NTA_MU3RTE) lists his top 10 substances that have influenced music in 2011:
1. Adderall: Not just because Bay-local comeup, Kreayshawn, spits bout slangin’ em (“gnarly, radical, on the block I’m magical… see me at your college campus baggie full of Adderalls” or even because of Kendrick Lamar’s thoughtfully spaced out track “A.D.H.D.” but mostly because of its association with hyperactive, creative, and willfully scattered children. Odd Future blew up, Tyler the Creator dropped Goblin, A$AP Rocky put out one of the strongest releases of the year with LIVELOVEA$AP. All kinds of kids were spittin’ up mixtapes right outta high school and then signing multimillion dollar contracts.
2. DMT: Dimethyltryptamine is some fucked up shit, and I mean that in the most complementary way possible. A small glimpse behind the fabric of reality. There were a few releases this year that resemble and reflect this completely alien and confusing greater truth. Oneohtrix Point Never’s Replica, James Ferraro’s Far Side Virtual, and Laurel Halo’s flawless EP, Hour Logic (Hippos In Tanks).
3. Nitrous Oxide: whippets are back and that shit makes everything sound like you’re living in a vacuum cleaner. As much as I despise the hyperwobbly, fist pumpin’ sounds of brosteppers like Rusko, and (cringe) Skrillex, I can’t deny that that shit is selling cars; dubstep car commercials. Also, to be fair, real dubstep and what is often called post-dubstep is some amazing music and some of its less commercially viable/more critically acclaimed artists have put out some beautiful work. Zomby dropped Dedication this year on 4AD and that shit is sick. James Blake’s debut album is also impossibly good.
4. Pills: maybe it’s just the kids I roll with, but I assume that most sensitive, well thought, independent rock is made by people on pills (think old Brian Jonestown Massacre or Jesus and Mary Chain). The second I heard that track “Vomit” off of friends and local heroes Girls new album Father, Son, Holy Ghost, I had to raid my own medicine cabinet, take a couple Vicodin, and listen to a stack of records including that, Tamaryn, King Dude, Chelsea Wolfe, and Zola Jesus.’Bout as close to heaven as a guy like me can get.
5. Coke: coke always has and always will rule the dancefloor. It goes further than that though; coke rap is alive and well. Trap rap (rap about drug dealing) in general is continuing to run shit. And when you got Lex Luger droppin’ some of the illest beats around for songs that are 90 percent chorus, how can you go wrong? This is a very serious statement — the Ferrari Boyz (Gucci Mane and Waka Flocka Flame) mixtape that came out about a week before that overhyped, tired, abomination that is Watch the Throne, has some of the best tracks this year.
6. K: club drugs in general are back, and nothing says party like as strong debilitating dissociative. I mentioned this album earlier when I was talking about DMT, but it’s good and weird enough that it needs to be mentioned twice. James Ferraro’s Far Side Virtual.
7. Acid: my favorite substance. LSD is an extended barrage of overwhelming sensory input, particularly sight and sound, and should therefor be discussed in those terms. Sight: this year has been all about projections, lasers, and smoke — there are a lot of amazing producers playing live right now, and a dude with a laptop ain’t a show, so it’s important to add some flare. Sound: from mixtapes like White Ring’s tranced out Chaind and Nike7up’s crazy melted-pop gem 33:33 to Araabmuzik’s breathtakingly unfuckwithable album Electronic Dream, this has been the strongest showing dosed out music has had since the mid ’90s.
8. MDMA: like I was saying earlier, club drugs are huge right now. Best part about the ecstasy thing though is that we’re not talking pressies here, just pure crystalized love. You can hear it in the work of groups like Sleep 8 Over and (of course) Pure X. But I think it’s most evidenced by song’s like The Weeknd’s “High for This” and on Pictureplane’s brilliantly positive album Thee Physical (Lovepump United).
9. Weed: not that weed ever goes away, but it’s had a really strong year. Seems like everybody’s smoking blunts and flipping pounds these days. Wiz Khalifa, A$AP, Lil B, Lil Wayne, Miley fucking Cyrus. and of course Zip and a Double Cup himself, Juicy J., which brings us to our big winner…
10. Promethazine: Lean, purple drank, double cup, sizzurp — codeine cough syrup has a lot of names, and it’s been an important factor in rap, particularly Southern rap, for a very long time. But that influence is spreading. Bands like Salem have created whole new subgenres of music built off applying the late great DJ Screw’s production sensibilities as liberally as possible. New York Rappers like A$AP Rocky are singing the praises of Screw and Pimp C while repping Harlem and putting New York back on the map. I think 2012 is gonna be all about double cup dinner parties and art walks. Do yourself a favor, call your doctor and fake a cough, pop in Clams Casino’s Instrumental mixtape and/or LIVELOVEA$AP and chill for a bit.
Oh, hell yeah. The LowSF and Cruz Skate Shop crews (famous for building skate ramps inside their parties?) are teaming up to deck your hols with mousse and spritz — and some majorly cool gift ideas to boot. Join them for the Winter Thunderland party at Club Six tonite, Fri/16. DJs Sarah Delush and Motley Cruz pump out the hair jamz, while a slew of vendors show off their goodies — and you rollersjate to it all! Full details after the duck-n-jump:
From the press release:
Bust out the old Aqua Net encrusted Santa hat cuz you”re invited to Winter Thunderland!
A rollerskatin’, tight-pants wearin’, big hair havin’, local artist-made gift buyin’, beer guzzlin’, goat throwin’, butt rockin’ kinda holiday party.
Roll around to hair metal classics blasted into yer earholes care of DJs Sarah DeLush and Motley Cruz, then grab a beer and head out to the vendor village where we will be featuring merchandise from local small businesses and artists for holiday shopping including:
– Leppard Lady Fashions – Specializing in leather goods including rollerskate accessories, purses, hair clips and jewelry – Tools of the Trade – An SF based company who partner with top contemporary artists to create classic games like dice, dominoes, jigsaw puzzles, playing cards and more. – A. Salt Co. – Sustainable body products “made with hands, not machines”, specializing in bath salts, jewelry and feather hair extensions – Stone Pony – Mens and womens vintage clothing, rocks, gems, minerals and jewelry – Milk Money – Sweets and treats including cupcakes, cookies, pies, and cakes. And more!
Did we mention there are 2 FULL BARS?
Co-hosted by Cruz Skate Shop and LowSF
Doors at 8pm $5 door entry $5 rollerskate rental care of D. Miles and CORA 21+ $6 Tall Boy/Jim Beam/Whiskey combos! $5 cocktails
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Guardian intern Frances Capell’s list of the top 10 self-released albums of 2011:
1. WU LYF, Go Tell Fire To The Mountain Recorded in an abandoned church, the full-length debut from British heavy pop quartet WU LYF was funded by membership fees for the band’s deviant fan club, the Lucifer Youth Foundation.
2. Death Grips, Ex Military The sinister debut mixtape from Sacramento’s Death Grips is an explosion of dark, twisted shout-rap and noisy, industrial beats.
3. Nick Diamonds, I Am An Attic Former Unicorn and current member of Islands and Mister Heavenly, Nick Diamonds (a.k.a. Nick Thorburn) released his understated, haunting solo album via Bandcamp.
4. Clams Casino, Instrumental Mixtape Clams Casino’s collection of swirling, synth-laden instrumentals crafted for the likes of Lil B and Soulja Boy reveals the genius of this visionary New Jersey producer.
5. Big K.R.I.T, Return of 4Eva Of all the exciting rap mixtapes released in 2011, Southern heavy-hitter Big K.R.I.T.’s Return of 4Eva is my favorite.
6. Frank Ocean, nostalgia, Ultra. This R&B pop gem presents Frank Ocean as, perhaps, the only member of the OFWGKTA family who proved worthy of the hype in 2011.
7. Fort Lean, Fort Lean (EP) Though it’s only 12 minutes long, Fort Lean’s infectious, summery debut EP is a promising glimpse of things to come for this indie five-piece from Brooklyn, NY.
8. Friendzone, Kuchibiru Network II I chose East Bay duo Friendzone’s Kuchibiru Network 2 over Main Attrakionz’s 808’s & Dark Grapes II, as it showcases Main Attrakionz at its best along with tasty selections from Oakland’s Shady Blaze and Finally Boys, Japanese producer Uyama Hiroto, and more.
9. Small Black, Moon Killer In addition to some of Small Black’s catchiest electronic pop songs to date (like the Nicki Minaj-sampling “Love’s Not Enough”), this mixtape features two appearances by Das Racist’s Himanshu Suri, and some inspired remixes from Star Slinger and Phone Tag.
10. The Weeknd, House of Balloons This is a no brainer. Canadian-Ethiopian R&B prodigy the Weeknd’s debut mixtape House of Balloons is the best album of the year, period.
Big K.R.I.T’s Return of 4Eva theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2cVHk9ZTuo
It’s been over a year since Dave Portner – the yelping member of Animal Collective better known as Avey Tare – released his crocodile-inspired solo debut Down There (Paw Tracks). Maybe Tare needed to spend some time away from the songs that dealt with divorce, death, and illness, as he only recently set out on tour in support of the album. He finished his brief solo tour on Sunday night at Oakland’s New Parish, and I couldn’t wait to finally check him out.
The dismal grey weather was well-suited to Tare’s dark and murky debut. A youthful crowd clad in an unsettling amount of lumberjack plaid filled the venue. Onstage was a creepy Yoda skeleton and a white sequined cloth-draped table with a few baby crocodiles placed around several electronic instruments.
Tare began by blasting the audience with a discordant burst of noise. In the spirit of Animal Collective, the set that followed was comprised of several new, unreleased songs interspersed with selections from Down There. Animal Collective is known to routinely perform new material prior to putting it out, so it seems only natural that the band’s primary songwriter would engage in a similar backwards album cycle.
New songs like “Slow Words” and a track fans are tentatively referring to as “Sometimes” were bright and bubbly with Tare’s passionate, yelping vocals at the forefront. As with all things Animal Collective, there were plenty of repetitive, primal rhythms and colorful samples. Tare seemed well acquainted with the new stuff, which is (hopefully) indicative of a follow-up to Down There in the not so distant future.
For me, watching an artist breath new life into songs I know and love is the highlight of any performance. Given the sonic complexity of Tare’s material, it was tough digesting all the newness without something familiar to latch onto. I was thrilled whenever one of his unknown offerings blossomed seamlessly into a track from Down There. The ambling, accordion-driven “Laughing Hieroglyphic,” the swampy, synth-heavy “Lucky 1,” and a pulsing “Oliver Twist” were the shining moments of Tare’s set. I didn’t get to dance as much as I would have liked. Instead, I watched in awe as Tare toyed with his gear and sang with fervid intensity.
Opener: I often describe bands as energetic, but L.A.’s Foot Village made every performance I’ve seen before look like a geriatric yoga class in comparison. The four tribal noise rockers beat on a giant cluster of drum kits while two members took turns shouting incoherently into a megaphone. Held over a floor tom, the same megaphone produced a sound unlike anything I’ve heard. The band’s only female member, Grace Lee (who removed her pants after the opening song), stole the show by convulsing wildly, whipping a rope light around, and knocking down a speaker twice her size.
Talking to founder Martin O’Brien about the party crew’s latest get-together — and an upcoming film about the early Bay rave scene
Earlier this year, SF’s Wicked rave crew celebrated 20 years, and now another seminal and actually legendary party, The Gathering, will mark two full decades of debauchery on Sat/17 (10pm-6am, check the website for location and price — it’s ravey that way! — and here’s the Facebook invite). This party will feature an all-star lineup of much-loved DJs, from Justin Martin and many of the cross-pollinating Wicked and Sunset party DJs to Raindance’s Little John and club stalwart Toph One.
The Gathering started when promoters from separate, then-smaller parties — Malachy from Come-Unity, Tony from Destiny, Kenny and Harry from Pieces, and Martin Eklypz — decided to combine forces for something huge, “and the circle was complete” according to the Gathering’s legend. “Malachy busted out an old Hopi prophecy book” with a passage for that year, 1991, that read:
“For those that stay here on Grandmother Earth, they will totally gain the light of the great light wheel. There will be one planet, one humanity composed of all the different ways of dances in complete harmony in the gathering together circle. In 1991 the seeds will be planted … “
(I remember arriving in Northern Cali from my own much more aesthetically materialist — as in physically grounded — rave tradition in Detroit, and being shocked by the spiritualism and cultural appropriation of the scene here: the prayer circles, Indian invocations, candle-lighting ceremonies, and Buddhist overtones that eventually coalesced into Burning Man culture as the regular rave scene slowly retreated into shadows. I’ve grown to look upon it all fondly as an expression of, and hope for, transcendent possibility.)
Early clips of The Gathering:
I’m really excited about this 20-year shindig — it will now actually be a gathering of some of our scene’s acknowledged masters letting their hair down. I’m not sure if it’s all-ages yet, but I’m thinking there will be a god-sized contingent of the young and curious talented as well. (Thd Gathering has been throwing annual get-togethers for a while now, but this one should be extra-special.)
I got to exchange a few questions via email with The Gathering’s Martin — Martin O’Brien of Mo Films, that is, here’s a good recent radio interview with him — about the Gathering and an upcoming film he’s working on with DJ Jeno of Wicked (also spinning at the party) about the early Bay Area rave scene.
SFBGCan you share a favorite memory of one of the early Gatherings? I know there are a ton …
MARTIN Wow, a favorite memory. What a question. Well… I will have a quick smoke, that normally gets the creative juices flowing ;-).. i’m back.. 🙂
One of my favorite memories of The Gathering rave parties would be when the hill caught fire at the Let Freedom Rave festival (later shortened to Freedom) on July 3rd, 1993, at Sand Hill Ranch in Brentwood. It may sound like a sandy hill should not catch on fire, but there in fact there was a lot of brush and small trees, and it caught fire real fast, with a little help from a bottle rocket.. it was July 4th weekend after all 🙂
The place went into a bit of a panic, the music stopped, and thousands of people ran out of the festival into the parking lot, but some brave souls led by a off-duty fire fighter ran up the hill, with dozens of five gallon water bottles from the free water bar. The guy led them above the fire as he knew it would it would naturally burn uphill, and they made a fire break by pouring the water along a line across the hill (it was a big hill!!)
They grabbed fallen branches of trees, used their jackets, anything they could find and beat the fire out! People were dancing on the f’in flames, they wanted the party to go on that much. It was spectacular! When the throngs of people in the parking lot saw the fire was out, they all came running into the party by the thousands. DJ Jeno pulled the perfect track out to kick off the party again, with a vocal that said “for those of you who can feel the fire burning, check this out” and BOOM!! The bass kicked and the place went absolutely ballistic!!
SFBGWhat are some of the challenges to putting on an event now compared to back in the day?
MARTIN Putting on parties back in the day was a lot harder. Remember, we were trying to stay one step ahead of Johnny Law, breaking into warehouses, doing mad parties all night long with no permits in all kinds of strange locations. Plus today’s rave promoters are very limited in where they can hold their events, especially the bigger ones. Rave is still a four letter word to a lot of the general public, and to the powers that be.
SFBGDo you still follow the techno and house scene as much now?
MARTIN Yes I do still love the music, and go out to some events for sure. Sunset parties, Friends & Family, and others. That love of the music never really goes away, a person may stop going out a lot, or even stop going out altogether, but the music never leaves your heart. For sure it was combination of many elements that made raves so special and potentially life-changing, but the music was the driving force that people resonated with because it was self interpretive, and you could go on an inner journey to make your self a better person.
SFBGYou’re doing a film about the early Bay rave scenewith Jeno from Wicked, yes? Can you tell me a bit about it and when will it be released?
http://vimeo.com/18228601
MARTIN Yes, Jeno and I are making the documentary, with our partners Robbie Proctor and Mike Koeppel. It is a Lunar-tic / Mofilms production. The film is titled (R)evolutions, it is a feature-length documentary that will take you on a fascinating journey through the early days of the San Francisco rave underground. Emerging from a city with a long history of fostering counterculture, it was an evolutionary social movement stemming from a diverse community of Americans and expats that embraced technology, psychedelia, music, and dance. Renegade in nature, DIY in spirit, these all-night electronic-music dance parties became a catalyst in the lives of so many who experienced them. It is beautifully shot in high-definition, with amazing archival footage that takes you back in time. The film features interviews with many of the pioneers who helped develop a cultural phenomenon that continues on globally to this day. The soundtrack made up of the music from the era, seamlessly stitched together into a live DJ set by our very own DJ Jeno. We are currently doing the final sound mix at Skywalker Sound (Lucas Film) in Marin.
We are almost done with this behemoth of a project, that we have been working hard on for close to two years now. I am sure the question on peoples’ minds is when can we see it. In fact I believe I have heard people say “I can’t wait to see it”, a thousand times. Believe me, we cannot wait to show the film to everyone, as soon as we possibly can. So we have entered a few top tier film festivals, The San Francisco International Film Festival, and South by Southwest, to name but a few, and plan to secure a North American theatrical distribution deal by being in one of these festivals. So all going well, people will be able to see the documentary screened here in San Francisco in April, or in Austin Texas in March. It would then come out in theaters in North America a few months after that.
And if people want to see any of my Mofilms company’s previous films, they can watch them free of charge at www.mofilms.org
The singular DJ speaks of slow house, fraud players, and the pop future of dance music
“Oh, the slo-mo thing. I guess I can see how people came to associate me with that.” DJ Slow Hands, a.k.a. New York’s Ryan Cavanagh, was playing down his status as poster boy for the slow house movement.
A couple of years ago, some DJs, mainly from the East Coast, started slowing things down to a sultry 100 beats per minute from the standard, boppy 120 BPM. And Slow Hands — a fast talker, I learned, in wide-ranging phone interview anticipating his appearance this Fri/16 (9 p.m., $15 before midnight, $20 after. Beat Box 314 11th St., SF., www.ayli-sf.com and Facebook) — came to the fore, with a dynamic combination of disco-dubby aesthetics, a willingness to let songs breathe a little, and an impeccable instinct for track selection. Does it hurt things that’s he’s rather dreamy in the brains and looks department? It certainly does not.
Slo-mo was a thrilling development for many of us who enjoyed the disco revival of the late ’00s, with its focus on expansive tunes, slow-burning builds, and relaxed pace, but were worried that we were being backed into a retro corner with no way forward. The disco re-edit scene was entering its prime with some great contemporary-sounding rejiggers of classic tunes, yet slo-mo was a more radical approach to extending the disco vibe into more of-the-moment electronic music developments. It also brought with it a crunky, somewhat zonked global-dub mood of its own that felt eerily avant-garde. (In slow house sets, sometimes tracks are physically slowed down, and sometimes lower-tempo songs from outside the usual house canon are incorporated, adding to the mystique). Cavanagh brings his own brand of artfulness to the mix: in his sets I hear echoes of everything from the Orb to classic Cadillac soul.
Don’t pigeonhole Slow Hands, however. “I don’t just stick with one tempo at all,” Cavanagh continued. “I aim for what’s appropriate, like any other DJ, because at the end of the day people are paying money and we’re here to do a job and keep the party going. At least the DJs who aren’t complete dicks! I think it’s the shittiest thing in the world if another DJ is warming up and someone just comes in and shuts down their track to make an entrance or whatever. ‘Oh, look at me! Here I am!’ Sure, I sometimes prefer to play a whole set at 90 BPM, but I’m not going to ruin anyone’s night. And also, really, who wants to walk into a party at two in the morning and the beats are at 90 BPM?”
Well, a lot of people actually, as indicated by his huge following — as well as of other, if not as slow beatswise, than similarly deep, slightly warped, and funky-minded compatriots like the Soul Clap, No Regular Play, and Wolf + Lamb duos. (Cavanagh is also part of a duo, Worst Friends, with his best friend John Paul “J.P.” Jones. In fact, Cavanagh was calling from LA, where he was hanging out with his amigo for a few weeks before the birth of Jones’ baby.)
Still that “go with the flow” ethic explains the unexpected acceleration level of the podcast he provided to the As You Like It party crew to promote his appearance here (listen below): peppy almost, and brimming with neat pop. “Oh yeah, that was I think recorded in Moscow, and the party was in full swing. It’s still me, though,” he said with a laugh.
A classically trained guitarist (his moniker is taken from a favorite Eric Clapton album, not the Pointer Sisters classic) who originally foresaw a career in jazz, Cavanagh dropped out of music school in the first year. “I went to a gig where there was this guy playing the guitar on stage, really talented, but he was playing the same jazz songs people had played forever. And then I looked around at the handful of other guys in the room, and they just looked so stale, stroking their chins like ‘mmm-hmmm.’ I hate chinstrokers, by the way and I know they’re all over the techno scene, too. Just standing there stroking their chins and thinking they’re smart. New York is full of them and it drives me crazy.
“Anyway, I thought the whole jazz thing felt like a trap, hearing and analyzing the same songs and getting paid $50 to go play them somewhere to the same people. If you think about it, jazz innovation stopped with Miles Davis. He invented so many splinter genres that it was the end of jazz, in a way. The music has gone nowhere new since. I thought, ‘I’ve got to get out of here. I’m never going to be able to do what I want, and I’ll never make any money at it.’ So I became a bartender, ha ha ha, but I also started DJing and really learning the craft.”
Some chinstrokers may shudder at his introduction to electronic dance music, but at least it got him here.
“This was all in the ’90s and I started hearing those big DJs like Sasha and John Digweed, [Paul] Oakenfold, and my jaw just dropped. I realized that here was this kind of music with the possibilities that I envisioned. And I started digging and found the direction I wanted to take things, in making my own music and playing to crowds — and now with a live show. “
(As for making his own music, an EP, The Formal, came out in April, and a split 10-inch Covers with Benoit and Sergio, on which Slow hands re-interprets Sade’s “Sweetest Taboo” came out in July.)
Cavanagh has some interesting words about some of the things going on in DJ culture lately.
“I was cracking up earlier looking at the Resident Advisor top DJs of 2011 poll that just came out. Like half of those people have jumped on the slow thing, going from 120 BPM to 100, 110. And — this is going to get me into a lot of trouble, but that’s what interviews are for — some of those DJs are, well, less than genuine. Guys like Soul Clap had to play thousands of gigs to get to the level they’re at now, and really their style, and maybe the whole slo-mo thing itself, came from DJing at weddings, learning to play things in a way that people who don’t ever listen to house music can get into. The only way you could get away with playing the music you wanted was with edits, or slower tempos, or records that sounded like house but weren’t at all. Many of the DJs on the RA list don’t have nearly that experience or versatility.
“And some of them say they’re playing live when they’re really just syncing two of their tracks in Ableton — big deal, right, and only two tracks. Literally not doing anything, really half-assed. One of those guys, I actually watched this, was playing ‘live’ and played someone else’s song, the whole eight-minute track, as his own, and he got away with it. Not a remix or anything, just basically cued someone else’s song up in Ableton and played it straight. People are getting away with a lot right now because of the technology. What is a ‘live’ performance in dance music? I think you need to do more than just look down at a laptop if you’re going to charge promoters twice as much, and then the audience pays twice as much, for a live performance.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odbJ6_sp9IU
Getting back to slo-mo, though. It’s definitely taken off. Any thoughts, Slow Hands, on the hows and whys?
“I don’t think BPMs have much to do with anything anymore, insofar as defining a genre of music. I think we’ve broken through that at this point, that you can play a variety of tempos during a set and have it be satisfying, that that can actually make it feel timeless. We’re progressing beyond the usual expectations and audiences are ready for something different. I think people got tired of minimal, they got tired of techy stuff. The slo-mo thing came along and was new and it had a sort of drama that was missing. I think it offered an alternative to harder techno and in-your-face electro and French Touch that just strikes me as angry, nervous music. I definitely think there’s a place for that kind of metrical, aggressive style, but it’s not what I’d choose to listen to. I’m sorry I wasn’t in Windsor when Richie Hawtin was playing for 20 people in a basement or whatever and blowing everybody’s mind 20 years ago, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t room in electronic music now for what I do as well.”
“When it was just me really out there doing it, I had to learn how to construct a set very carefully to get the effects that I wanted, it was a real period of exploration, how far could I take it? Now there’s a lot of people making music that fits into the sound, but still there’s not enough for me to DJ three times a week and feel like I’m not repeating myself. I look very hard for tracks. I think that’s another reason slo-mo caught on. With so much available through sites like Beatport etc. people want someone to create something unique out of all that, something difficult to replicate, well-curated but still enjoyable and that makes sense on a dance floor. So the slow thing was also viable that way.
“In any case, I used to over-analyze it, but now I just have fun with it.”
Cavanagh will be appearing behind the decks on Friday, but he’s pulling back on DJing next year to focus exclusively on his live show which, yes, involves much more than staring at a laptop. Guitar, singing, and keyboards are all part of his one-man band. Here’s a recording of him live last August at the Ego club in Hamburg:
“It’s something I visualized since I was a kid, putting together a live show. It’s really changed my work flow. I have to actually sit down and make plans for once, and I’ve never been really good at that. I’m just not good at normal life stuff. There’s a lot to figure out, and really when you see me up there you see someone on the verge of pissing his pants. It’s not like your laptop melting or anything, you can’t blame the equipment if you screw up, it’s just you.”
From what I’ve seen and heard of the live show — a full tour is set to kick off in February — it’s smooth as silk. But it also puts Slow Hands more in a pop context, something that’s extending to many of his DJ-turned-vocal-act peers, like Art Department, Matthew Dear, James Blake, Visionquest, and Maceo Plex.
“Definitely,” Cavanagh agrees, “I think this kind of music is absolutely moving in a more pop direction, and you’re going to see more and more people in the next year doing this type of thing. They put Jamie Lidell from Super Collider’s music in a Target commercial! For me there will always be an electronic component, though — I’ve heard about a lot of problems some guys are having with full live bands, and it doesn’t sound so good.”
Does Slow Hands see anything else in the future of dance music?
“We’re going to start seeing some big changes in the way DJs play music thanks to some new software and the way people like Subb-An are using it. It’s incredible some of the possibilities with some of the software now just becoming available, insane.
“And yeah, of course a great party on Friday — I had an awesome time playing San Francisco for the As You Like It crew last year at the underground space, the Compound, great memories from that night. The Bay Area is one place that really gets into what I’m doing.”
Maybe it’s the dreamy, celestial quality of their ethereal beats, or the cloud of weed smoke that seems to float from the speakers whenever Squadda B or MondreMAN spit one of their sky-high verses. While the origin of the term “cloud rap” may be up for debate, it’s undeniable that Main Attrakionz is carving out its own place in hip-hop by pioneering a new sub-genre.
Squadda and Mondre diligently recorded track after cloudy track in a foam-padded bedroom closet in North Oakland before entering a professional studio to lay down their most recent mixtape 808’s & Dark Grapes II. Thanks to its more polished production — and an ever-growing spotlight on the emerging DIY rap movement — 808’s & Dark Grapes II catapulted Main Attrakionz to the spotlight.
The pair is back at the home studio where it all began when I call them one winter afternoon. Mondre and Squadda, both barely 20 years old, are in high spirits, laughing and joking while we chat. The self-proclaimed “best duo ever” has been rapping together since age 12; they met in a seventh grade math class, and they’ve been inseparable ever since. “We would write and perform at talent shows,” says Mondre.
“Old school Cash Money, back in the ‘90s, those were the first CDs I ever bought,” he says of his formative influences. “No Limit, DJ Quik, Snoop Dogg, Too $hort. East Coast, West Coast, the South, all of it.”
Back in their talent show days, Mondre and Squadda were members of a four-piece called 4Figgas. The summer after they met, they recorded their first track – rapping over the Neptunes-produced beat for the Clipse’s “Grindin’.”
Beats for other early Main Attrakionz releases were often supplied by Shady Blaze, an Oakland rapper, producer, and prominent member of Main Attrakionz’s hip-hop collective Green Ova Undergrounds. More recent work has featured ambient, new-agey beats by up-and-coming artists like East Bay duo Friendzone, whose praise for Main Attrakionz’s off-the-cuff writing process sparked my interest.
“They make a brand new beat, we gotta write brand new shit to go along with it,” explains Squadda. He describes his studio mentality as “blank minded.” The pair listens to a track, rolls a few blunts, and cultivates breezy, zoned-out rhymes on the spot. “Wherever the beat takes it, that’s where we take it,” he says.
A refreshing realness runs throughout Main Attrakionz’s lyrics. The hardships of coming up in Oakland are neither downplayed nor glorified. Smoking weed is a continuous motif, as are the young rappers’ lofty ambitions and dreams. When there are mentions of money, it’s usually in the context of having enough to get by.
Main Attrakionz’s mixtapes have featured a slew of guest appearances from rising stars like ASAP Rocky and Danny Brown. When I ask Squadda whom he’d recruit if he could collaborate with anyone, alive or dead, he responds with youthful cockiness. “It’s gotta be a producer first off, cause I gotta have somebody that can bring something to the table,” he says. “It’s gotta be [UGK’s] Pimp C. Hands down, case closed.”
“It’s crazy that it came at this time, cause now we don’t even care about all that,” Squadda remarks on his recent critical acclaim. “[I’m just] glad to put music out that people can hear from anywhere.” Upcoming projects for Main Attrakionz include solo efforts from Mondre and Squadda, a Green Ova Undergrounds compilation, and a debut full-length.
Since it accompanies every mention of the duo, I can’t resist asking for a definition of cloud rap. “Hold on,” says Mondre. There’s a lot of commotion as he hands the phone to Squadda, and all I can make out is, “We’re higher than everybody else.”
Main Attrakionz With G-Side and DaVinci Tues/20, 9 p.m., $15 Independent 628 Divisadero, SF (415) 771-1421 www.theindependentsf.com
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Musician and writer George Chen says, “2011: man, most of it was shitty, but here were the good things:”
1. Helm. Luke Younger from Birds of Delay, Halloween weekend in London. Best noise set I’ve seen in a while, it helped that there was a fan blowing his bangs out of his hoodie. He has an album called Cryptography out on Kye.
2. White Lung. Youngins from Vancouver B.C. playing sick, straight forward punk. Saw them in a bowling alley.
3. Village of Spaces’ Alchemy and Trust album. It took a village to put this out, or at least four labels working in conjunction. Dan Beckman’s (Uke of Spaces Corners) quiet folk masterpiece.
4. Divorce. A band from Glasgow that exists in kind of a cultural vacuum there, a bit like the early ’00s trapped in amber, but then cracked open and given adrenal supplements. They are coming to America in July 2012.
5. Trash Kit put out an album in 2010, but I only got to see them once in 2011. Sadly, they have broken up. Finger-picky jaunty punk with weird rhythms.
6. Andrew W.K. This was not particularly “good”, but distinct encapsulation of the zeitgeist. My band played a show with him at Dem Passwords. He didn’t actually watch us or anything, he showed up right before going on with an entourage. Fans started force-feeding him bananas, Redbull, and whiskey and it turned into a freakish spectacle. I took a nap during his set, came back in, and he was still going for like two and a half hours, driving his fans away. Respect, the modern Andy Kaufman.
7. This Invitation. Chen Santa Maria went on a California tour with Warren in April and it was sparsely attended, but perhaps we’re to blame for that. It’s nice to see one of your oldest friends get some recognition for their work, which Aquarius did by giving their stamp of approval to his three (!) double CDs.
8. Cacaw from Chicago, a few ex-Coughs peeps project. They are now broken up, but this summer they came through and it was a monstrous sludge engine. Dark and fierce.
9. Anika. Technically a 2010 release, but she played at the Independent in October. The lady herself has a passive stage presence, but the music of the whole group (members of Portishead and Beak>) is best described as “Nico fronting PiL” (someone at the LA Times can claim that one).
10. SF Comedy. I still feel like an outsider at all this, but holy shit, there’s good stuff going on right now. Perhaps it is a national, even international renaissance in comedy, but the energy and talent going on here feels as exciting to me as the music scene used to feel. I actually don’t want to name names although the free show at the Rite Spot is a good place to start. I also noticed that none of the music I put on this list has anything to do with the Bay Area. Sorry, music. I just listen to podcasts now.
Localized Appreesh is our weekly thank-you column to the musicians that make the Bay. Each week a band/music-maker with a show, album release, or general good news is highlighted and spotlit. To be considered, contact emilysavage@sfbg.com.
Between them, local guitarist Joe Gore and drummer Dawn Richardson have played alongside some heavy-hitters: Tom Waits, PJ Harvey, Tracy Chapman, Eels, DJ Shadow, Courtney Love, Four Non-Blondes, and a whole lot more. Together, the duo plays lush instrumental rock’n’roll in their new band, Mental 99. How lush? With just two (albeit two considerably talented) musicians, the band showcases a densely layered sound – the strength you might expect from say, a quartet – thanks in part to its live looping skills.
Check out Mental 99’s killer cover of classic Joy Division tear-jerker “Love Will Tear Us Apart” (video below). Yep, just the two of ’em, no vocals necessary; the power of the emotion-inducing song bleeds through. Next, catch the band live this weekend at the Make-Out Room. But first, read up.
Year and location of origin: 2010/San Francisco Band name origin: “Crack Spackle” was confusing people, so we resorted to Plan B. We were thinking more 1899 than 1999. Band motto: “How much damn noise can two people make?” Description of sound in 10 words or less: Instrumental. Cinematic. Eerie. Beautiful. Funny. Virtuosic. Catastrophic. More adjectives, please. Instrumentation: Guitar, drums, and sheer optimism. Most recent release: Mental 99. Your basic eponymous debut album. Best part about life as a Bay Area band: Global beacon of tolerance and innovation. Plus good pizza. Worst part about life as a Bay Area band: Legitimate sasquatch sightings are few and far between. First record/cassette tape/or CD ever purchased: Dawn: Sonny and Cher Live (yep, it was on vinyl) Joe: Enrico Caruso’s Celeste Aida (yep, it was on Edison cylinder) Most recent record/cassette tape/CD/or Mp3 purchased/borrowed from the Web: Joe: Skrillex’s Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites is real fun. Dawn: Bustin’ Loose – Chuck Brown & the Soul Searchers. Favorite local eatery and dish: Joe: Iwashi (sardine) at Tataki South (Church and 29th). Dawn: It’s hard to go wrong in SF – so many good places to eat. But the veggie burrito at Taqueria Cancún is pretty tasty – and close by, especially if you just played El Rio. Mental 99 With the Anita Lofton Project Fri/16, 7:30 p.m., $8 Make-Out Room 3225 22nd St., SF (415) 647-2888 www.makeoutroom.com
It is rare that you get a chance to kick it with a girl group in its early stages. In my admittedly paltry experience in the matter, they emerge full-grown into one’s consciousness. Blame it on lax Disney Channel-watching regime, blame it on the commercial music hype machine — typically by the time one catches wind of a Miley Cyrus four-pack, they already have their own line of hair extensions and rapt fan club.
Which is why time was of the essence when the email from the PrezCotts‘s publicist came. “You HAVE to Check Out the Dynamite New Modesto-Based Girl Group the PreZcotts!” it preached. Unique capitalization, it was soon to be revealed, is a trademark trope of the PreZcotts’ canon.
“What I love about the girls is that they really represent what teens nowadays go through and look like,” said the email. “They avoid the artificial and sometimes overly matured look of their pop star contemporaries and stick to an empowering and inspirational message of believing in oneself and loving yourself for who and how you are.”
And so, I made a date to meet the PreZcotts. Westfield Mall food court, Monday afternoon seemed like an appropriate place and time.
Perched on some benches, the four PrezCott sisters were on their fourth trip to San Francisco with their manager, an ex-Metallica employee named Frank Munoz, who is on his first foray into the world of teen pop. They (the young women) were wearing vests and gold and pink and zebra prints, which inspired oddly maternal feelings in me.
What road had led AnaLeyna, ChaLyn, RaNelle, and MaRiah to this sister group? What did the publicist mean by avoiding the overly matured look of their contemporaries? What was the message behind their music? Was any of this their idea in the first place?
“We want to be role models,” said AnaLeyna, who as the songwriter and oldest sister was the first to provide the answer to most questions. She’s the gang leader, clearly. “A lot of our songs are emotionally inspiring.”
The PreZcotts get with god. They started singing in church at incredibly young ages. Their mom limited the kinds of songs they could listen to as young(er) whippersnappers. ChaLyn mentions that she is the only one who does not believe in evolution in her high school science class (but doesn’t preach contrary theories, at least not in the interview: “I don’t understand how it happened really, I’m not a scientist.”)
As Christians, they’re a bit leery of the scandalizing nature of pop culture. “We try and keep it honorable and appropriate,” AnaLeyna said. When asked how they will avoid the pitfalls of celebrity, a la Miley’s pole dancing or Lindsay Lohan’s… well, everything, the PreZcotts seemed sure that family and their religion will keep them on track. Of those who have fallen before: “They must be under so much pressure, like they crack or something,” AnaLeyna reasoned, graciously. The PreZcotts talked about their faith candidly, a remarkable feat in an interview with a Guardian reporter that gave one the impression that maybe no one has vetted the publication before the interview.
But they do seem ready to take their family vessel to the top, these sisters. They want to bolster kids their ages through tragedies, share with them what happened when their own dad passed away (his face and birth-death dates adorns their debut album’s liner notes).
Guardian photo by Caitlin Donohue
His passing hasn’t been the only rough spot for the girls from Modesto. All four of them have had to deal with bullying — AnaLeyna had to be homeschooled when the harassment got to be too much at her school. “MaRiah always feel like she doesn’t have any friends,” the eldest PreZcott told me, MaRiah quickly turning her face away at the statement. “Gossip” is AnaLeyna’s response to bullying. “It really is affecting people everywhere.”
Though at times the girls seemed unsure of how to answer questions, they haven’t been shoved into a gimmick yet. You get the impressions that their songs are comprised of things that they actually think need to be said.
But I’m sure it was Munoz who suggested that the girls cover a Metallica song.
The song features the PreZcotts and Japanese guitar prodigy Yuto Miyazawa. Through a neat trick, it was published on the Metallica Youtube channel, where at the time of writing it has recieved over 31,000 views. But as it is a Youtube video, it has Youtube comments — and reading through them after my interview with the girls it makes me wanna bash heads. Bullies!
“A lot of the Metallica fans were pretty teed off that a teen pop had covered the song — they were the ones commenting,” said Munoz. The girls seemed a little distressed, so we had a satisfying conversation about how people can get real pigheaded when they’re anonymous on the Internet.
The PreZcotts’ album smells like strawberries.
Packaged in pink and images of the girls in lights, its materials have been infused with a strawberry scent that persists a day or so past the time you tear off its shrink wrap.
The reason for this, Munoz explained to me, is to counteract the younger generation’s tendency to listen to all their music in Internet single form. Indeed, when I asked the PreZcotts what their favorite albums were, I was met with little more than searching stares. (Later we ascertained that some of their favorite artists were Alicia Keyes, Disney pop princess Selena Gomez, and Mariah Carey — though many of these singers release some songs deemed inappropriate by the girls).
As their publicist had promised me they would, the PreZcotts asked if I’d like to hear them sing something acappella. I said I would, and a few minutes later, in the middle of the mall, I am treated to a private concert.
“What do you guys want to sing?” asked AnaLeyna. “I want to sing ‘Free Your Mind’ by En Vogue.” Her sisters were fine with that choice, and without losing all of their endearing awkwardness, they start to harmonize like pros. Well, because they are, of course. “We’re here to tell you it’s okay, things happen.” AnaLeyna told me. “No matter what the latest fashion trend is, be yourself.”
A couple of phrases used (and possibly made up) to describe José James’s show Friday night: swoontastic and baby-making-music. The rising neo-crooner gigged in San Jose and SF the preceding two evenings, but it’s hard to beat the intimacy of Oakland’s the New Parish, which has a certain bohemian vibe.
Whereas James’s previous shows in the Bay Area were more traditional jazz with restrained piano accompaniment, on this tour he was backed up with a full band capable of illustrating his range. It made for a super talented quintet including keyboardist Kris Bowers (who appeared on Kanye/Jay Z’s Watch the Throne album), bassist Solomon Dorsey, trumpet player Takuya Kuroda (a familiar collaborator of James’s), and standout drummer Nate Smith.
Known for pulling hip-hop and electronic sounds into the vocal jazz tradition, James is as much influenced by John Coltrane as he is in line with the legend’s nephew, Flying Lotus (who did production on 2010’s Black Magic) and gave a respective shout-out to each.
Most impressively, the group collectively had a relaxed, pretension-free quality, with James on point, cuing Kuroda to take a solo or setting a mic stand in front of the seemingly reserved Dorsey, wordlessly indicating that it was his turn to sing. Previewing a significant amount of material from the upcoming album Trouble, James closed the show with an encore of the title track. Reiterating that it was his first time in Oakland, it was clear from the smile on his face (and the crowd’s) that it probably wouldn’t be the last.
First the horrifying news: Tiesto is launching a clothing line today called CLVB LIFE. (I pray to Satan/Skrillex that there will be Tiesto Euro-trance Spanx. Tranx?) And now the wonderful news: There are a bunch more excellent parties happening this weekend than we could fit in the paper’s Weekly Picks section. Let’s get to ’em.
>> CASSY
Gaaaah I love the Berlin minimal house goddess so — even enough to brave the slightly Gucci-esque crowd and expensive drinks at Vessel. (Every Thursday, the Union Square club brings in delicious talent for the Base parties, and you can usually find a friendly dancefloor spot with some fellow travelers.) Lst time she was here, Miss Cassy schooled the fanboys at EndUp’s Kontrol party. I can’t wait to hear what direction her stripped-down, funky tech sound is taking now. She will be playing all vinyl! Jeno opens up! Bliss.
Thu/8, 10pm, $10. Vessel, 85 Campton Pl., SF. More info here.
>> LOPAZZ
The infamous and lovely outdoor Sunset Party season has ended — but the After the Sunset series keeps the sunshine alive with quality regular gigs. During the age of minimal techno, Germany’s Lopazz neatly injected some bright grooves into the often astringent sound. Now he’s full of mental-twist funky, and his performance on the decks at Sunset a couple years back was really, really fun. Check him out at the new Monarch venue, which is shaping up to be a real winner music-wise.
Fri/9, 9pm, $5 before 11. Monarch, 101 6th St., SF. More info here
>> PATRICE SCOTT
Patrice is from Detroit, and has been part of the techno scene there for more than 25 years. His hypnotic sounds maintains the original deep-deep vibes of the early movement, at once expansive yet deliciously focused, cosmic yet body-oriented — the sound of Detroit’s soul-cybotronic underground. This appearance will be a chance to hear the legend backed up by one of our own soul-tech greats: Aybee Deepblak. Jason Kendig and Conor will round off an evening I’m totally geeking out about.
Fri/9, 10pm-4am, $10-$15. Public Works, 161 Erie, SF. www.publicsf.com
>> STARKEY
Philly future bass producer Starkey blows my mind with his tracks, often ecstatic wobbles through sticky starlight. I’ve been a fan since he was vaguely associated with the right fit Scottish collective LuckyMe, which brought a smart, introspective, slightly melancholic sheen to the burgeoning future bass sound in the late-mid-naughts . Starkey’ll be part of a bonkers lineup that will please future bass, dub step, d ‘n b, and straight up dance fans alike: Ana Sia, Tokimonsta, Ghosts on Tape, DJ Dials, and more.
Fri/9, 8pm-4am, $15-$20. 103 Harriet, SF. www.1015.com
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZCM3gzoptE
>> DJ RUPTURE
Famously wide-eared global bass and nu-cumbia party Tormenta Tropical is celebrating its fourth anniversary with one of the biggest ambassadors of intelligent worldly electronic dance music, DJ Rupture. NYC-Dominican bad girl Maluca opens up — get ready to dance all over.
Sat/10, 10 p.m., $5. Elbo Room, 647 Valencia, SF. www.elbo.com
>> GADI
Regular readers know Im a freak for NYC’s Wolf + Lamb duo, of which the dark and handsome Gadi Mizrahi is one half (I prefer he be Lamb). He returns with his sexy pitched-down house sound (ladies and me might throw panties) for the Public Works holiday party, also featuring our own genius Afrolicious brothers, the fantastically danceable Pumpkin, and Vancouver’s Smalltown DJs, who pump an electro sound all their own. Oh, and Briski of the As You Like It Crew, whose deep techno sets have turned my ear all year.
Sat/10, 10pm-3am, $10-$20. Public Works, 161 Erie, SF. www.publicsf.com
>> ODYSSEY WITH DAVID HARNESS
This little monthly-ish party from promoter-DJ Robin Simmons at Deco Lounge is tight sand delightful. David, our king-queen of soulful house, plays super-deep, danceable, expertly mixed sets in a relaxed atmosphere where people actually get down on the dance floor.
Sat/10, 9 p.m., $5. Deco Lounge, 510 Larkin, SF. www.decosf.com
>>WONDER FULL 8
This regular tribute to Stevie Wonder transcends mere “Greatest Hits” nostalgia and blasts off into a groovy cosmos of love and funk with a slew of rare tracks, remixes, edits, and just plain living for the cit-ay. DJ Spinna handles the keys of life.
There’s been a lot of talk about how Cass McCombs is an impenetrable character, so much so that it’s become tiring. We’ve heard about his elusiveness and nomadic lifestyle; about his tendency to either act bitterly in interviews (i.e. Pitchfork interview) or shun them altogether. Oh, and that he’s never happy. Admittedly, McCombs has shaped this cryptic persona himself — he’s even made it difficult to know what he looks like (recent photographs have been vague, he’s always altering his “look”). It was an enormous pleasure then on Sunday night to be able to experience the songwriter first hand when he performed at the Great American Music Hall, where it was all about the music.
Before a dazzling wall of batting lights, McCombs stood with his band and seemed to take pleasure in every moment of the concert. The audience gave him a very warm reception and was perhaps appreciative for the same reasons I was — at long last we were having our own experience of McCombs.
The better part of the set was downtempo and tinged with melancholy. Wit’s End, the first of two albums that he released this year on Domino Records, is slow, ethereal, and rooted in what feels like the aftermath of tragedy. Listening to the band perform the single from that record, “County Line,” was grand. If one didn’t appreciate how lovely and original that song was before, one certainly did after last night. It has the mood of an R&B track, and the slow, hushed rhythm section seems to reflect the hopelessness of McCombs’ voice as he sings so simply “you never even tried to love me / what do I have to do / to make you want me?”
Humor Risk, McCombs’ second album of this year, is an effective supplement to Wit’s End in a live context. Compared to Wit’s End, it’s a more buoyant and melodic album. When the band performed songs like “The Same Thing” and “Robin Egg Blue,” it felt like McCombs was taking the audience up for a breath of air before plunging it back into the chilling gloom of Wit’s End.
Earlier in the set, the band performed “Bradley Manning,” a song that McCombs premiered a few days before on the television news show Democracy Now. The “protest” narrative tells the story of Bradley Manning — the 23-year-old intelligence analyst that was arrested for dispatching thousands of classified documents to Wikileaks. McCombs’ detailed story-telling recalls Bob Dylan’s “Hurricane,” and it was played to shouts and whistles of approval from the audience. “Bradley you know you have friends even though you’re locked in there,” McCombs says at the very end of the song. It was one of the highlights of the night. How many of us had forgotten about Bradley Manning, and how many are now discussing his arrest?
As the audience poured out of the venue then, the overwhelming thought on everyone’s mind was probably not “who is Cass McCombs?” but something like “wow — so that’s Cass McCombs.”
Localized Appreesh is our weekly thank-you column to the musicians that make the Bay. Each week a band/music-maker with a show, album release, or general good news is highlighted and spotlit. To be considered, contact emilysavage@sfbg.com.
This is the time of year when sparkly holiday affairs are everywhere. Depending on your current state of mind, these tinsel-coated, candy-caned, dreidal-spun affairs can stink like commercial biz abominations, or warm like twinkling, nostalgia-inducing winter shindigs. With San Francisco act Uni & Her Ukelele opening up for the Yule Logs (a band that just released an album called You Ruined Christmas) at Amnesia, the evening is bound for greatness. It’s the seventh annual “Christmas is the Best” show, and both holiday-loving acts play clever and folky power-pop with tongue-planted-firmly-in-cheek sweetness.
Uni & Her Ukelele can’t avoid the sugar, given the doe-eyed, oft-frilly skirted uke mistress at the band’s helm, Heather Marie Ellison. She writes songs (and records) like 2006’s “My Favorite Letter is U” and a covers album that includes “Tonight You Belong to Me” (which brings to mind the best ever use of uke in film – Steve Martin and Bernadette Peters strolling the beach in The Jerk). She even uses her signature sign-off (Ding!) to end emails. It’s giving me a toothache.
Year and location of origin: 2005. Uni & Her Ukelele began in Hollywood. Band name origin: Uni is short for Unicorn. Band motto: Light Rock Less Talk! Description of sound in 10 words or less: Dreamy, melodic, folk-pop that is emotional and melancholy, but also funny. Instrumentation: Vocals and ukelele, although on the album there’s a full band. Most recent release: I’m doing a Kickstarter right now to finish my fourth full length album, Lover’s Cliché. Best part about life as a Bay Area band: There are many places to play and good bands/acts to share the bill with. Worst part about life as a Bay Area band: At the end of the show, it’s hard walking away without money. First record/cassette tape/or CD ever purchased: Wham Make It Big. Most recent record/cassette tape/CD/or Mp3 purchased/borrowed from the Web: I just bought Tom Petty’s Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Favorite local eatery: Green Chili Kitchen.
Seventh Annual Christmas is the Best Uni and her Ukelele With Yule Logs Sun/11, 9pm, $7 Amnesia 853 Valencia, SF www.amnesiathebar.com
A tender portrait: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJArwBjWoEc
It had been a long wait to see Iggy Pop live (not like, Morrissey-long, but more like three months later than anticipated). When I spoke with Pop back in September, he was ecstatic to be out on the road again.
He was in France at the time, prepping in his hotel room before a big show – a concert he’d planned to follow up with an evening of wine and French television with his lady friend. We talked about cartoons, his image, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and American Idol.
He told me that on this tour, he’d be playing, “All of Raw Power, some of Fun House, some songs from the eponymous debut The Stooges, and some stuff that was too hot to handle, too raw for the times — stuff that came out on bootlegs in the ’70s like ‘Cock in My Pocket,’ ‘Open Up and Bleed,’ ‘Head on the Curve.’” So I was, understandably, equally ecstatic to see him live. Shortly thereafter, he broke his foot (after seeing him last night at the Warfield, I now realize how easily that could happen) and the tour was cut short.
Finally in San Francisco, on a windy December evening, Pop tore the paint off the walls with the sheer enormity of his stage presence, pumping with rock’n’roll energy and yes, raw power. These were my favorite moments from the night:
10 great bits about Iggy Pop’s show at the Warfield (hint: the band plays the venue again Tuesday night): 1. Pop and Co. running out on stage and immediately launching into a frenzied “Raw Power.” No opening chit-chat, no fuss. 2. The quick-fire follow-up to that first song was ultimate punk anthem, “Search and Destroy.” Fist pumps. 3. Seeing guitarist James Williamson and saxophonist Steve Mackay a.k.a “Mr. Fun House” (as Pop described him) in the flesh. 4. Mike Watt’s cherry red bass, forever-entertaining facial expressions, and jerky movements. 5. Speaking of movement, Pop’s taut, brown leathered skin, and the noodling snake contortions he does with it. 6. Pop writhing “like a cat!” (as the couple behind me kept shouting), on top of one of the speakers, posing. 7. The band inviting “99 percenters” – and every one else – from the crowd on stage for one song, and Pop instructing them to “shake a little,” adding, “I would!” 8. The threatening, heart-pumping, supersexy guitar riff in “I Wanna Be Your Dog.” 9. Pop stage-diving during “I Wanna Be Your Dog.” 10. Pop stage-diving during “I Wanna Be Your Dog” and not breaking his foot.