Biscuits, Triscuits…

July 28, 2010, 10:14 pm
Filed under: music and musings

Best Coast

“Our Deal”

Best Coast’s Beth Consentino has just released the album Crazy for You and the two songs above are just snippets from what it consists of. It’s sugar-y sweet and adorably catchy, but somehow not enough to piss one of or seem trite. Enjoy the above tunes til I get my act together…


First Off
July 27, 2010, 9:06 pm
Filed under: music and musings

There’s a lot to catch up on, but firstly, The New Bomb Turks @ The Bell House 6/26

The New Bomb Turks are a punk band from the 90’s who was not broken up persay. They formally called it quits in 2002, only to start playing every so often about five years after that. It’s a rare occasion as far as I know though. This year though, the frontman, Eric Davidson, ¬†released the book We Never Learn: The Gunk Punk Undergut, 1988-2001 and the band played his book release part at the Bell House on June 26.

The night began with readings by Eric Davidson, some video clips of bands featured in his book, and then the Ex-Whites opened the night followed by LiveFastDie, playing their first show in nearly a year. LiveFastDie were pretty incredible, definitely worth checking out, though several of their albums are out of print.

The reason I haven’t written about it until now was that I wanted to read the book, which I bought that night and write about both at the same time. But sometimes things don’t work out, like the book actually being in my physical possession. So for now, it’s just straight up show review of the most punk rock show I’ve ever been to in my life.

My familiarity with the New Bomb Turks came from dvds and snippets from records and just the knowledge that they were fucking awesome. The thought that I would ever get to see them live was nothing that ever crossed my mind. It was just one of those, “well…missed that boat…” types of things. But sometimes boats make detours, and sometimes they come back, and in this case they reunite for a couple shows just for the fun of it.

Their sound is straight forward punk rock, raw and honest, yet sleazy and and guilty of being sophomoric and ridiculous in an absolutely sardonic way. They do it right though, they didn’t market it like assholes, and they don’t fuck around, it’s fun, it’s dirty, it’s absolutely messy in a wonderfully old school way. With blazing drums, distorted guitar solos, and a bass that booms unabashedly, their sound beats anything tame into absolute oblivion. Davidson’s vocals are crude and slick, yelling and snarling with a slight melody to them. And live, the man seems as thought he is going to eat a person whole.

The energy and pure joy that rolled of the stage that night was invigorating and contagious. Despite that fact that I (the tiniest girl ever) was in fact landed on by Eric Davidson at one point in the night did not stop me from rocking the fuck out during the last 25 minutes of the show, bruises or no bruises. The man seemed as though he was breathing fire and needed to jump, dance, kick, scream, and grab anything in sight in order not to explode. The band itself was right on, banging and blasting the whole way through their encore. Every body in that crowd was screaming at the top of their lungs, being pushed back and forth, knocked down from time to time. It was the rowdiest, most enthused crowd I have ever seen. By the end of the night, the stage was covered in sweat, beer, and god knows what else. The corners of the book I had purchased and hid under the stage had the curled and browned from the heat and sweat, but it couldn’t have been a better souvenir.