I don't know about all y'all, but around this time of the year, I'm about ready to shake off the end of winter woes and head into the sunshine and showers of a month called April. She's a beautiful woman, tall and leggy, restless, and ready to fling off her clothes as a prelude to your summer debauchery.
Part of this means issuing a cease-and-desist on the more ambient tunes that have been bouncing (or lulling) around the four walls of the inside of your head, and putting on something way less tired, electronic, etc. Going out to see performers is key, especially now that it's warming up enough for you to actually wait patiently in a ticket line. And be sure to catch acts who don't stare at their laptops instead of you, wiggling their dangling bits for hours at a time, while the drool in your mouth ends up on the floor instead of on the tongue of the biddy next to you. Pull your shit together man! And then rock out hard to some new badass toounes with heavy, pounding bass and complex(!) rhythms, played by dirty mans and womans with hands.
+ Step one: Shake off your self-induced-Clockwork-Orange-incessant-viewings-of-Lotus-Flower glaze, and tear yourself away from Radiohead for a minute(, Andy).
+ Step two: Douche yourself with a healthy dose of Buke and Gass.
Buke and Gass - Page Break
Distortion and fuzz come in all shapes and sizes and can create dazzling effects in post-production, but personally I'm still most impressed by a live band that is rhythmically tight and improvisationally gifted. Call it what you will, (a misplaced invitation to write with this blog?) but I am in love with bands that pull off full stops mid-song, only to start up again with the same intensity that was held breathless in the air for a tense moment.
Buke and Gass have my full support this way: Their music is bold and original several times over, from the rhythms to the vocals, from the d.i.y. construction of their instruments to their home-cooked amplification; all of which results in sound that returns you to the bluegrassy knoll of musical youth, where all the kids just wanna mosh. This duo of hyper-talented Arone Dyer and Aron Sanchez play self-modified baritone ukulele (buke) and bass guitar (gass?), respectively, melodically, and refreshingly unencumbered by expectation or influence. Bang with them, as I will, all spring long.
Buke and Gass - Medulla Oblongata
pat isn't biddy-tonguing like the express purpose of 90% of electronic music? this band is pretty aight though.
ReplyDeletealso the farther i get from it the more The King of Limbs seems like a lame b-side collection.
maybe the 10% of what i'm hearing just puts me in a coma?
ReplyDeleteand re: radiohead, isn't an obvious lack of supreme effort why they had to package their album with 625 pieces of flair? hatehatehatehatehate
"bloom" alone is better than any thing on in rainbows. raj remains a fool
ReplyDeleteis that a stereolab cover?
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