Category: Live Shows


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This isn't going to be a lengthy review, but instead one that gets right to the meat on the bone.  Bear in Heaven just wrapped up their tour in Cleveland last night, and the show was outstanding on all fronts.  Citizen Rob and I caught the band when they played at Case Western Reserve toward the end of last year, and after that show, it was apparent that many of the tracks from Beast Rest Forth Mouth needed to be perfected in a live setting.  The former quartet-turned-trio rolls onto stage with a lot of bells and whistles, and last year's show was slightly off-kilter with some performance flaws.  It was such a treat to see how much these epic songs have blossomed with time and practice.  BIH moved through most of BRFM's ten killer tracks, highlighted by the intense build and release of "Dust Cloud" and the relentless and wicked, "Ultimate Satisfaction."  Maybe I'm in the minority, but I think that the move to a trio actually expands this sound and will allow for future mobility.  Jon Philpot is still the brains behind the animal, but Adam Wills gets a little room to breath on the bass/guitar, and Joe Stickney is, hands down, one of the best indie rock drummers I've ever seen.  True story.  If you're a fan of BRFM, then you know how heavily it relies on percussion.  In a live translation, the near tribal frenetics on the skins are loud and pronounced.  It's impossible not to get into a groove with these three steering the ship.  Twin Sister opened for BIH throughout most of the tour and were on their top game last night as well.  Cleveland's own, Emeralds, swung in on a last second add-on and shredded in a 30 minute non-stop wall of sound.  Their live improvisational entrancement was the perfect appetizer for BIH. Those that made it off their asses on a Monday night were treated to some of the best up and coming musicianship in the country.  Be sure to check out Bear in Heaven's upcoming remix version of Beast Rest Forth Mouth by going over to Hometapes and enjoy the show video of "Casual Goodbye" above (apologies for the camera work.  The Grog Shop is notoriously dark).

Bear in Heaven – Ultimate Satisfaction (The Field Remix)

Twin Sister – All Around and Away We Go

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Things I learned at the Blitzen Trapper show (an incomplete list):

1.) There are some really good songs on Destroyer of the VoidI've been struggling to get into the new record (probably because of how much I love the previous two), but Blitzen Trapper's live treatment of the new material sold me on much of it.  "Love and Hate" is an explosion of glam rock histrionics live, pulsing off the stage in a fiery ball of T-Rex-esque power chords and drama.  I now enjoy listening to it on the record; I get it now.  "Sadie," buried at the end of the record (and the end of the set, coincidentally) comes across as a slow-burning Elton John song, essentially, live.  Pair that with one of the most time worn themes in popular music (I can't change; you can't change me) and it's a winner.  It's another cut that I was lukewarm on before the gig, but now have on repeat.  The guitar riff on "Laughing Lover" is one for the ages.The stuff that I liked about Destroyer of the Void before the show, I like more after the show.  The title track is awesome; live that second bit (starting right around the 3:30 mark on the record) is mind-numbingly good.  "The Man Who Would Speak True"  is (to a certain degree) Earley plagiarizing Earley, but easy to love.  When he gives it the live treatment, it packs a big emotional punch.  All this to say that I'm glad we didn't review this record when it came out.  I'm not making the reductive argument that Blitzen Trapper is better live (as a drunken reveler did on the way out of the Beachland), but rather that the live material and the recorded material are essential parts of a singular whole.  The ear needs some time to dig into this material; you need to see it live; Iyou need to approach it with a fresh mental palette, which leads us nicely to the second thing I learned at the Blitzen Trapper show.

2.) It's (mostly) good that the set is mostly new stuff.  I love the old stuff.  There were six songs from Furr in the set proper and one song from EP3 ("Silver Moon," although I (greedily) would have preferred "Big Black Bird." Such is life).  The encore was all old material ("Not Your Lover." with Earley singing alone at first, accompanied only by his keyboard, then joined by Cousin Marty (super talented multi-instrumentalist Marty Marquis, who will always be Cousin Marty in my mind, give his gingerness) and Brian Adrian Koch for the soaring three part harmony, a blistering version of "Gold for Bread," and (after a brief conference between Earley and Marquis) a triumphant rendition of "Wild Mountain Nation," which Kevin captured on video using his "internet smart telephone.")  At the show, I'll admit to being a touch bummed that the band didn't play more pre-Destroyer songs (to my eye, they played every track save two from the new record, which is a ton, that accounted for more than half the set).  After I chewed on it for a bit, I'm glad they went heavy on the new material.  Those are the songs that I needed to hear to keep loving the band.  Arguably, it would have been easier for the band to bang through 90% of Wild Mountain Nation and Furr; Cleveland was ready to hear those songs.  From the dude in the back yelling "Sci-Fi Kid" at every chance to the entire crowd's roar of approval at the opening strains of "Black River Killer," it was clear that Blitzen Trapper could have trotted out only the old chestnuts and left everybody smiling.   They took the harder path and did the work of selling the new songs.  Good call.

3.) Cleveland loves Blitzen Trapper. The show was on a Thursday; Blitzen Trapper took the stage at 11:00.  The Beachland was packed.  People were invested in the tunes, singing along, being a good crowd in general.  For an act that hasn't been in town for something like three years, Blitzen Trapper was welcomed like conquering heroes.  This makes me happy.

4.) (We've said this one before.) If Blitzen Trapper are within 100 miles of your house, go see them.  They've got a ton more dates.  You're a sucker if you don't make it to one.

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5.) Cloud Nothings are as talented as advertised.  Wow.  Dudes blew the roof off.  It was loud and fast and smart and awesome.  There was a solid turnout, even though Cloud Nothings hit the stage two hours before Blitzen Trapper.  Cleveland crowds (in my general experience) don't dance too much as a rule, but Cloud Nothings invite the pogo.  My left toe was certainly tapping.  "Hey Cool Kid" is, perhaps, the best song that Rivers Cuomo never wrote.  Much like fellow Clevelanders The Modern Electric, I'm glad that Cloud Nothings are around.  I'll not miss them in town again.

We've got videos, songs from the new record and a slew of photos.  Enjoy.  And, in related news, we get the setlist.  Word.

Blitzen Trapper – Dragon's Song

Blitzen Trapper – Heaven And Earth

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Wake up boys and girls.  We've got something you want to take advantage of Monday night @ The Grog Shop.

The fine folks at The Grog have offered us a pair of giveaway tickets to catch the Brooklyn act, Bear in Heaven, along with Twin Sister, this Monday night.  If you weren't planning on walking out the door Monday after work, it's probably best to rethink that strategy.   This tour has been tweeted and buzzed to hell and back across America, and we're hoping Clevelanders come out in droves to see it.  BIH  has been one of my favorite acts since Sara at Hometapes sent us the advance of Beast Rest Forth Mouth early last year.  We included their record on our Best Albums of 2009 list, and on September 14, the band is releasing a double-album version, complete with a full remix version of each track.  I caught their live show at Case Western Reserve last year, and I'm completely revved to catch it this time.  Each BIH song is an epic, swirling masterpiece.  One part electronic, one part prog-rock largeness, and one part experimental, each and every song manages to hook and mesmerize completely.  BRFM has been a mainstay on my turntable for the better part of a year.  We've not seen a lot of exposure in Cleveland, so if they are completely new to you, let's change that Monday.  Take our word for it and shake the cobwebs off for this show.  Look for the attractive ginger shaking his ass and say hi to me.

Leave us a comment in the comment section or email us directly at dicks at citizendick dot org to enter our little contest.  You don't have much time so fire away at this last minute deal.  Tell us why you want to go.  We'll pick the big winner, hopefully, sometime early Sunday.

Enjoy two of the remixed tracks from the upcoming release, and two orginal tracks from Beast Rest Forth Mouth below.

Bear in Heaven – Wholehearted Mess

Bear in Heaven – Lovesick Teenagers

Bear in Heaven – Dust Cloud (Justin K Broadrick Remix)

Bear in Heaven – Ultimate Satisfaction (The Field Remix)

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Kevin and I have criss-crossed the midwest to see Blitzen Trapper.  We hoofed it to a snowy Buffalo to see them open up for Iron and Wine in Ani DiFranco's converted church (and ran over a deer carcass on the way home) and hauled our asses to Detroit to see them at the Magic Stick (stopping in Bowling Green for Pollyeyes).  Each time it's been worth the gas money and effort; dudes slay live.  In the time that we've been blogging, however, Blitzen Trapper have bypassed our fair city here on America's north coast.  Tomorrow, instead of a caffeine-fueled roadtrip, we get to see Oregon's favorite progenitors of death ballads on our home turf.  Blitzen Trapper are headlining a killer bill at the Beachland Ballroom.  We'll be there early to catch Cincinnati popsters Pomegranates and (perhaps more excitingly for me personally) our first glimpse of Cleveland up and comers Cloud Nothings (the other Dicks have caught these cats and said glowing things, but I have a kid, so lay off me).

To sum up:  you, me, Kevin, and all of your friends will be seeing a triple bill of indie goodness tomorrow at the Beachland.  First beer (per usual) is on Petkovic.

We've got a taste of what to expect below.  We're reserving judgment on the new Blitzen Trapper record until we hear it live.  I like it, but I'm ready to love it (and get it more, if you can dig) after seeing Eric Earley, Cousin Marty and the rest of the boys take it to the stage.  Judging from the tracks below (one old and one new), BT has been honing their already impressive live chops.  To say that I'm stoked is an understatement.  We've also got a Pomegranates single to chew on and (again, really exctiingly) some Cloud Nothings audio (courtesy of the always on time NYC Taper).  Enjoy and get your tukas to the Beachland on Thursday.  For non-Clevelanders and homebodies, expect a full show dissection in the coming days.

Cloud Nothings – Even If It Worked Out – Live, 2010

Pomegranates – Corriander

Blitzen Trapper – Dragon's Song – Live, 2010

Blitzen Trapper – Sleepytime in the Western World – Live, 2010

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Today was one of those weird weather days – insufferably humid throughout the day until  the haze and muck bled into some wickedly ominous and dark horizon clouds.  This was primarily the scene driving down I-90 westbound on my way to the Beachland lalast night.  I suppose there really couldn't have been better weather patterns for the Black Mountain show.  A wave of pinks and heavy purples lit the night sky over the Lake Erie shore, and Jagjaguwar's finest,  Black Mountain, brought the sludgy mixture of psychedelic rock anthems that capped off a pretty oppressive day with equally cerebral and lip-curling rock.

I've often alluded to the chemistry of Amber Webber and Stephen McBean vocally.  There is a decisive distance between the two and this back and forth evokes much of the band's harrowing stage presence.  The band rolled through as much of 2008's In the Future as time would allow.  The 7+ minutes of "Tyrants" and the epic jam session that "Druganaut" turned into, managed to leave the band with about 7or 8 nuggets of wailing perfection.  "Wucan" was one of my favorite tracks a few years ago, so this was a treat to see in a live setting.  McBean stomps on the pedal and sends it into overdrive halfway through.  It translated perfectly in the darkened quarters of the Beachland.  Most tracks did, and whether it was soloing, the synth-wizardry of Jeremy Schmidt, or the smoky reverb of Amber Webber, each piece was orchestrated brilliantly.  There were a lot of Clevelanders that headed to the Black Keys show down the street, but the fairly packed crowd spoke volumes about our growing scene here.  Two packed venues, two great bands.  A rowdy fan shouted, "Cleveland likes Black Mountain more than the Black Keys!"  McBean shot back with, "We'll have to tell Mr. Auerbach about that one."  In any event, scheduling bottlenecks aside, the hour and half was well worth it. By the time they slowed it down a little with "Stay Free," folks were locked in and ear drums were pulsing.

Black Mountain – Tyrants

I suppose the best way to substantiate this review is to mention that I went to this one solo.  No, peanut gallery, I do have friends, but half our crew decided to go the "other" show in town, and I think I made the right choice.  The clouds above Cleveland dissipated while I was indoors, but the sullen and retro psych sounds of this quintet were just enough to lift this Clevelander out of the muggy haze.  Enjoy our concert footage of "Evil Ways" and the killer six-minute jam session of their "Druganaut" rendition.  Fuck the Cadillac commercial.  This is how it's supposed to be done. (Concert photos below the vids – Pardon the amateur photography).

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Brooklyn's own April Smith is coming to The Bell House in Park Slope on Thursday, and your favorite Dicks would like to send one lucky reader and a friend to see her. On us. In case you missed it, April Smith and the Great Picture Show released Songs from a Sinking Ship back in November to a host of acclaim. The record is an explosion of loungy jazz-pop, and by all accounts the live translation is not to be missed.

All you have to do to enter is drop us a line via THIS FORM and tell us why we should send you to the show. We will be accepting entries through the end of the day on Tuesday 7/20, and the winner will be chosen at random and notified by Wednesday morning. Good luck!

To get you ready for the show, we have a couple of tracks from Songs from a Sinking Ship posted below for your llistening pleasure.

April Smith and the Great Picture Show – Movie Loves a Screen

April Smith and the Great Picture Show – Colors

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I'm sitting here enjoying my coffee at Loop here in Tremont, and the daunting task of getting back into the swing of things at Citizen Dick involves getting up to speed with local things going on here in Cleveland.  James is busy in Brooklyn, and we're over here sorting through all the LeBron James muck for signs of life.  Luckily, starting on July 14th, The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame begins their annual Summer in the City concert series.  Last year, Akron/Family zapped every last bit of oxygen out of the Cleveland lakeside air, and we're stoked to see an even heftier lineup of shows this year.

Here's the lineup:

Wednesday, July 14 – Carolina Chocolate Drops with Lighthouse and the Whaler

Wednesday, July 21 – Free Energy with Founding Fathers

Wednesday, August 11 – Deer Tick (Yeah!)  with The Modern Electric (Double Yeah!)

Wednesday, August 18 – Trans Am with Megachurch

Sign us up immediately for the Carolina Chocolate Drops and Deer Tick show.  The Modern Electric playing at The Rock Hall?  Are you kidding?

Here are a few MP3's of the bands to whet your appetite.  Stay tuned for more info as the dates near.

Free Energy – Hope Child

Carolina Chocolate Drops – Cindy Gal

Deer Tick – Dead Flowers (Rolling Stones Cover)

The Modern Electric – As Sharp As Knives

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Kevin and I don't work in the summer.  Essentially, for three months, every night is Saturday night.  We'll be taking full advantage of our fortunes in that department tomorrow night, when we take in Indianapolis's We Are Hex at The Happy Dog.  We're excited to take in what appears to be a raucous, loud, engaging live act (check that video above for some credible visual evidence).  We're also pretty stoked to sample Cleveland's newest hotspot (we know that The Happy Dog has been where it is for a good long while, but the ownership shifted, the dude from Momocho got on board and they're booking a metric ton of bands now, so we're counting it as a new thing; also, I'll be going with the saffron aioli).  If you see us, the first beer is on John Petkovic.  Good times!

We Are Hex – We Are the Goer

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Despite the overwhelming heat and humidity that has taken over NYC of late, Sunday afternoon at Newton Barge Park in Greenpoint provided a near-perfect setting for A.A. Bondy's set at L Magazine's annual Northside Fest. As a former Greenpoint resident, it was great to see the empty lot on the far Northwest corner of Brooklyn put to good use, with the weekends four shows there marking the first outdoor performances to take place in the neighborhood.

Though the crowd was shockingly sparse, likely due to the heat and the plethora of other festivities going down in the city, the set proved to be a memorable experience. The last time I saw A.A. Bondy, back in January at Union Hall in Park Slope, the scene was a madhouse and the set itself seemed disproportianately mellow by comparison. This time around I was curious to see how his laid-back style would translate to the great outdoors, but as it turned out a lazy Sunday in the afternoon sun was an ideal backdrop. Musically the set drew almost as much on older material as it did from last year's acclaimed When The Devil's Loose, but the highlight of the day was the comically dry banter that came between songs. Between swigs of whiskey from the bottle, Bondy entertained the sweaty masses with witty quips that were either tragic or genius, depending on how seriously you were to take them. From my perspective I highly doubt that he has a German app on his iPhone (or an iPhone in the first place), and I am even less convinced that he was performing on acid. The less informed may still be wondering though.

As a special bonus, I was able to use the HD video camera on my new iPhone 4 to snag a few songs from the set to share.As far as live footage goes, the clip of "When The Devil's Loose" is pure gold. Not only does Bondy wax poetic about loving Germany and writing his own will, but he jokingly introduced the title track from his latest album by saying "this next song is by a rapper who goes by the name of Snow; it's called Informer." I'm not sure if the rest of the crowd got as big a kick out of that as I did, but it certainly made my day. Well, that and the bottle of wine that I had already finished by that point. The second video is another one of our fave tracks, "A Slow Parade." Enjoy!

**As a second special bonus, we've got a download of "Killed Myself When I Was Young" from the American Hearts record, as featured on last week's episode of Friday Night Lights.

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A.A. Bondy – Killed Myself When I Was Young

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(Editor's note:  First: I don't want to talk about it.  Second: We've been to a ton of great shows over the last month or so, but haven't reported on what we've seen.  We've told you where to go and who to see, but haven't given you a ton of analysis after the fact (with the exception of Rob's stellar Sleigh Bells review).  I'm taking today to get caught up, drop my impressions of a few recent shows on you and hit you with some Citizen Dick exclusive video.  Yeah!)

Megafaun – Beachland Tavern – April 7, 2010

You know how much we love Megafaun.  They've made our year end list two years running (in 2008 for Bury the Square and in 2009 for Gather, Form, and Fly) and they put on an amazing live show.  Tack on the fact that they're super nice people and they're one of Citizen Dick's favorite bands.  Minnesota native and generalized national treasure Charlie Parr opened up with a dusty set of folk songs; Brad Cook said it was like watching an Alan Lomax field recording in 1924 or something and he was spot on.  When Phil Cook joined Parr for a few songs, things got super interesting; it was clear that Phil has deep respect for Parr and their two (or three) song pairing was pretty awesome.  When Megafaun proper took the stage, they opened with "Impressions of the Past."  The last time they were through town, they didn't play this song, one of the standouts on their most recent record.  It makes sense to not play it, quite honestly.  It's got strings and a horn section and a bunch of stuff that you can't really replicate with a trio.  But they're playing it on this tour.  Later on that night, the band talked about being accountable; if they put a song on a record, they feel like they should be able to play it live.  People want to hear them play "Impressions of the Past," so they put in the work to figure out a way to play it.  In a word (two actually), it was fucking amazing.  It's a different song live (obviously), but it keeps the soul of the original.  More importantly, it speaks to what this band is about; dudes are making music and they mean to communicate that art to the masses in the most direct fashion possible.  Megafaun aren't going to hide behind studio tricks or duck the hard stuff.  They're going to play music.  Which is pretty sweet.  The rest of the set was stellar.  "Guns" was a clear highlight; I told Kevin at the time: there are bands that can play the first half of "Guns," the quiet folk part, and there are bands that can play the second half of "Guns," the electronic freakout.  Megafaun is the only band that can play both parts.  Paired with their musical and personal integrity, that's one of the principal reasons they're special.  Megafaun is still on tour for most of June.  They are not to be missed.  As with the last time they rolled through Cleveland, I'm counting the days till they come back.

We've got "Impressions of the Past" from a recent stop in North Carolina; it will contextualize a lot of the above effusive praise.  Dudes are locked in on this take, as they were in Cleveland.  Megafaun is  also sprinkling the sets this tour with songs from their soon to be released mini-album (Phil described one of the tracks as their "Bathtub Gin," which made me giggle).  We've got sweet video from the Beachland of "Eagle," which is certain to be on my summer playilist as soon as the record hits.

Megafaun – Impressions of the Past, Live – 2010

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Pearl Jam/Band of Horses – Quicken Loans Arena – May 9, 2010

I've never hidden my love for Pearl Jam.  I know it's not incredibly "cool" to be as into Pearl Jam as I am, but we've never been about keeping up appearances for the sake of our indie rock credibility.  I'd also contend that Pearl Jam is getting better with age; Backspacer is a legitimately good rock record (among others, "The Fixer," "Amongst the Waves," and "Just Breathe" are great songs.).  I'll go to my grave arguing that No Code is one of the five best records ever recorded, but Eddie and company certainly haven't been slouching on recent efforts.  All this to say that I will go to see Pearl Jam every time they come to Cleveland for the rest of my life.

Band of Horses opened up and were pretty excellent.  They sounded tinny for some reason (the arena was half empty, which might affect the acoustics?), but played a tight and concise set.  The guitar player had on a really big, really white cowboy hat, which kind of threw me off, but I certainly tapped my toe when they launched into "The Funeral."  The new record is growing on me, at least in part because of "Factory," which was better live.  As much as I enjoyed seeing Band of Horses, I'm not totally sure that they work in an arena setting.  Bully for them that they scored the opening gig, but I think they make more sense in a smaller venue.  It was also weird that Eddie didn't sit in with them.  Last time Pearl Jam was in town, Eddie sang a Band cover with My Morning Jacket, which was the bomb.

Pearl Jam opened with "Wash," which was absolutely badass.  There was like a four year stretch where they stopped playing it (although they've played it several times since the turn of the century (thanks Ten Club!)), so it was a treat to hear a song that most of us would regard as something of a live rarity.  The Pearl Jam catalog is so extensive at this point that they can give most audiences this kind of experience; you know you're going to hear the hits, but real fans (is it douchey to play the "real fans" card?) go see the band because they know they'll hear something that they've never heard before.  Pearl Jam has a crafty veteran's ability to write a really good setlist.  They're going to play "Wash" for the fanatics, but they'll still play "Even Flow" for the lames.  I understand that I have to hear the songs that they play every night, but hearing something like "Wash" or "Immortality" totally makes up for it.  (They did the same thing the last time they were in town; I didn't expect to hear "Faithfull," and it totally made my night.)

My buddy Vince really wanted to hear "Smile," which they played as an extra special request, which was cool.  I was locked in on "Hail, Hail" and the aforementioned "Immortality," both of which they played as well.  We thought they were going to close with "Alive," because they were seriously flirting with the arena's curfew.  As they were wrapping up the song that epitomizes the things that aren't awesome about seeing a band that's been around since the mid-90s (namely their need to play the hits every night), the house lights came up and we thought the show was over.  That would have kind of sucked, but they squeaked out "Indifference" with the house lights on.  That captures a Pearl Jam live show nicely; they aren't going to let the guy with the Dead Moon t-shirt go to his car humming their first single.  All told, it was a great show.  I knew it would be, but it's reassuring to be right on things like that.

I did not take any video of my own, mainly because my Quicken Loans ticket stub had scary language prohibiting any sort of recording devices.  I found this video on the Youtube however, and it does the job.

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Local Natives – Beachland Tavern – May 11. 2010

Suckers opened up for Local Natives.  They're supposed to be awesome.  Six months ago, I would have been in the building for their set.  Last week I was putting my baby to sleep as they played.  Growing up is awesome (I guess).  I'm not exactly sure when Local Natives became the next big thing.  Dudes went from  (I'd argue) totally off the map to all over everyplace.  They're on late night television shows and NPR.  The stupid New York Times even beat me to the punch on the facial hair jokes; asshole "legitimate" journalists always steal my thunder on stuff like this.  (I had a whole thesis on ironic mustaches and sincere beards.  Alas.)  Happily, Local Natives are totally worth the hype.  The show was stellar, packed full of energy and enthusiasm.  I was a bit apprehensive, thinking that the often intricate arrangements and harmonies on Gorilla Manor might not translate live.  I was wrong.  Dudes bring it live.  The vocals were on point and the percussion, critical to overall ethos of the record, was, if anything, more powerful and complex on stage.  The final three songs of the set stand out in particular in my brain.  They started to wrap things up with "Airplanes," which was significantly creepier than the recorded version (on Gorilla Manor that song sounds like a passionate plea to get back together; live it reads like the suicide note of a deranged stalker).  Then, they closed with a stunningly muscular "Who Knows, Who Cares" and a houndingly intense "Sun Hands."  Local Natives aren't naive; they knew we were all shitting our pants for "Sun Hands," waiting for that exultant vocal break.  They delivered.  It was awesome.  "World News" and "Wide Eyes" were also excellent live.  We've got video of a Talking Heads cover that captures the vibe of the show really well.  And, courtesy of the sublime NYC Taper, we've got "Who Knows, Who Cares," which is gaining ground on "Sun Hands" for my favorite track on the record.  Enjoy!

Local Natives – Who Knows, Who Cares, Live – 2010

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While waiting in the long line almost 2 hours before the bands started, the Grog opened up another entrance for "21 and over with a hard ticket" and apparently only about 3% of the concert goers were able to chose that option. I began to get the vibe that I was going to be enjoying this show from quite a distance.  Teens don't drink much, so they don't go to the bar, so they don't pee, hence they don't have to move. They had the stage surrounded 15 feet deep, with 90 minutes left before Sleigh Bells came on. So after I got my wristband, I went to the only place I'm aware of in Coventry that serves good old gluten free Redbridge. The Winking Lizard. By the time I got back from the bar, the Grog was packed to the back. Anyway, I'm not hating on the teens, I definitely remember those days. It was so routine to get there early, go up to the front, and wait. You had a fucking blast and wondered why people needed to drink alcohol to have a good time. Back when crowd surfing was still socially acceptable. I was supposed to meet back up with friends at the Lizard before the show, but somehow they lost track of time. I discovered their whereabouts during the break, shortly before Yeasayer was about to go on. They were hanging out back in the car. It smelled like a skunk was in there and they were giggling like schoolgirls. The skunk was either really funny or it beared a strinking resemblance to Justin Bieber.

If Clevelanders were surprised that April concluded with a sweaty 84 degree day, they shouldn't have been. Sleigh Bells were in town and they brought the noise.  After almost a minute in the dark, listening to an anxious little intro beat, they "dropped the hammer down" with the first song of the set, "Tell Em". The sold out and very attentive crowd lost their shit in one way or another. Lead singer Alexis Krauss burst all over the stage like a force to be reckoned with, entrancing the entire room with her dashing looks, full throttle force and charismatic voice. She makes fireworks seem dull and fireworks are illegal in Ohio, so that's quite a feat if you ask me.   Sleigh Bells continued to keep the audience jumping and shouting for more. They engulfed the crowd with their thumping laser beam beats and chomping minimalist guitar riffs, while smashing through several songs off their upcoming album Treats. There was some question regarding how they would translate live and they pulled it off, sometimes sounding much better than their previous recordings. They delivered on a storm of hot tracks and high energy. Except for one moment.  When Alexis gave a shout out to Pittsburgh at the beginning of "Kids". WTF. We're really looking forward to Pitchfork and they're still one of the reasons why. If you get a chance, go see them, you won't be disappointed. Unless Alexis gives a shout out to Ann Arbor.

Below is the new track they opened the show with. Below that is a video from the first song of Yeasayer's set, featuring Chris Keating lip syncing over a rare recording from Optimus Prime's spoken word poetry kick, and brought to you by Cleveland's own kingofthecastle7. That dude doesn't mess around, after holding his arm up for 3 hours a night, I'm pretty sure he could decapitate you with his closeline. Enjoy!!

 

Sleigh Bells – Tell Em

 

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Thanks to James over at Shock Mountain, the entire streetside set of Cloud Nothings' Record Store Day show at Music Saves got the 9mm treatment.  The sound is good.  The video is grand.  The energy sledding off this Cleveland outfit is worth writing home about.  I've mentioned in quite a few earlier posts about how Cloud Nothings is working within well traveled perameters, but doing so with a cutting edge coolness that launches it well above the spastic garage DIY stuff that's been permeating the blogosphere.  This kid's got something special, and if you haven't yet, grab Turning On at Insound by clicking HERE.  I've only posted two of the vids here (along with the Memoryhouse Remix of "Hey Cool Kid") but check out Shock Mountain for the rest of the set.  At this point in the evening, I had a belly full of PBR and Cafe Americano.  Shortly after the show, I was out like a light.  MP3 below the vids.

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Cloud Nothings – Hey Cool Kid (Memoryhouse Remix)

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(Editor's note:  That's a picture of the directions on the inside of my Baby Bjorn front carrier (you know it from that movie about blacking out).  Why the hell is the parent in the picture wearing a helmet?  I don't wear a helmet when I strap my kid to my chest.  Am I putting us both at risk?  I have no idea.  Your thoughts on this issue are welcome.)

Um.  We've been busy.  We still love you internets, we're just in one of those periods where our non-internet based lives are getting in the way of out internet lives.  I'll not continue to bore you with my own (no doubt) boring-as-hell details.  Instead, I'll tell you that you need to get your ass out of your house this week, as there are (at least) two can't miss shows in Cleveland in the next two days.  (I label them can't miss, but I'm only guaranteed to be at one of them.  I am a total loser at this point.  (sigh)).  So!  Slip into your fancy jeans!  Splash yourself with aftershave!  Load your pockets with gum and/or nicotine!  Strike out into the world and sample some live music!  Details follow!

Tuesday, April 6 – Japandriods/Avi Buffalo – Grog Shop

Kevin loves the stripped down grit of Japandroids.  I love the dreamy spaciness of Avi Buffalo.  Both are sure to be stellar live.  This is the show that I am probably going to miss.  Kevin will almost certainly be front and center, however.  Buy him a beer.  Rub his belly.

Avi Buffalo – What's It In For?

Japandroids – Darkness on the Edge of Gastown

Wednesday, April 7 – Megafaun/Charlie Parr – Beachland

Megafaun.  You know how excited we are; I'm ninety percent certain that I don't have to keep beating this point into your head: MEGAFUAN IS AMAZING LIVE.  Expect a full report on this thing later this week.  Even better: do yourself a favor and experience the glory of Megafaunapalooza yourself.  For this one, buy me a beer.  Rub my belly.

Charlie Parr – Jubilee

Megafaun – The Fade

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A last second booking in Cleveland could either result in disaster or an unexpected pleasant visit, and this entirely depends on, I believe, the fickle hand of higher powers.  The veracity of my statement is pretty clear to those that live around here.  Snow drags on for months and it’s right about mid-February that things get the most desolate on the southern point of Lake Erie.  Folks tend to stay inside, warmed by the hearth and introspection that only a cold day can bring.  To get back on track, if you’re a band attempting to land a gig last minute, it won’t be entirely difficult.  There are some Cleveland institutions that are amazing venues to play; of course, if nobody shows up to the show, you’re pretty much shit out of luck.

Sometimes, my great city suprises me, and despite what the fine folks at Forbes said about us, I think our scenesters can hang with just about anyone.  Philly quartet, Drink Up Buttercup, experienced this on a one-night unexpected quick stop in Cleveland this weekend. A sparsely attended last-minute show dredged up pure magic as the band absolutely rocked the hell out of The Grog Shop into the wee hours of the morning.

The Grog Shop had a full bill this evening, but that doesn’t mean that anything was of high quality.  Earlier in the week, Drink Up Buttercup had contacted me via Twitter about hooking up a gig in Cleveland en route to their Toledo show on Saturday.  This last minute matchup with The Grog was slightly interesting.  Most of the acts booked this night weren’t the normal fare for the venerable venue and when the band rolled in adorned in full hipster style and armed with aluminum garbage cans, doll wigs, and more professional gear, they looked completely out of place (or right on the money depending on which fan you were).  Most of the fans at the show weren’t normal denizens of the trendy Coventry concert hall, but this made the end result all the more enthralling.  Most were wasted by the time I got there for the late show, and the honky-tonk rockabilly act that played just before got the audience liquored and primed for just about anything.

To rewind a bit, I should mention how amazingly talented Drink Up Buttercup is.  Their debut album, Born and Thrown on a Hook (due out on March 23rd) has been a mainstay for me since it was advanced to Citizen Dick.  A near psychedelic form of nostalgia rips through each insanely catchy track, and you’d be a silly person not to dig deeper into this Philadelphia foursome.  To top it all off, they’re incredibly nice dudes, as well.  The band slid through the nasty snowstorm to reach Cleveland early and hung out for a bit at my house.  One conversation makes something clear:  These guys know they’re good, and they have an incredibly high wealth of music knowledge.  We spoke at length about emerging music trends and these guys know their juice.  This is all important to realize, because when you translate this album into a live setting, even the most hardened and unknowledgeable music fan will easily fall into Drink Up Buttercup’s claws. To put it short, this album is on my early list of killer 2010 albums and the live show only cements this opinion.

The band puts wild energy into their live performance, and as the band dove into “Gods and Gentlemen,” the audience took notice.   The high octane and left of center psycho-tripping hookfest of sound erupts in a live setting, leaving listeners feeling nostalgic, but in a completely refreshing way.  There’s enough style and uniqueness to keep the throwback vocal delivery  of a bygone era completely new.  There’s additionally a raw and loose vibe that comes forward, as well.  “Young Ladies” is a rolling carnival-like track that needs to be heard live.  This track brought the tentative audience closer to the band.  Each song played received a louder response than the first, and anyone in attendance knew they were listening to talent.  The frenzied stage presence is worth noting and an infectious energy makes this troop amazing performers.  They jump around like jackrabbits on stage and never miss a single note or rhythm.  Drummers walk around on their kits, garbage cans get pounded, and the melodica sings to the rafters.  One completely hammered newly found fan devil-horned the band at the end exclaiming, “Dude, you’re like The Beatles on Mescaline, Man!”  We cut that guy off, stat. The band has mentioned in interviews that they attempt different things in a live show than on their recorded material.  If anything, after the initially quiet audience hooted and hollered each song, it’s apparent that they are successful.  Folks paid 5 bucks for the show, but got way more in return.

The highlight of the night was the encore of “Lovers Play Dead,” where the band members walked off the stage and into the small audience, banging a bass drum, crashing cymbals on the concrete floor, and getting 20 wasted folks engaged in a heartwarming singalong.  It’s times like these that the lucky few get to catch these kinds of excellent musicians that quietly tour our country.  You’re not going to get this kind of thing at an arena show.  The infusion of surreal pop and frenetic and in-your-face energy could only be encapsulated with a free-for-all singalong at the concert’s close.  What began as a pit-stop with zero expectations formed into a magical night of music.  As I left the venue, I became slightly arrogant.  I knew these guys were for real, and it felt good helping bring them into Cleveland to play a show.  Although nobody at The Grog Friday will probably read these words, it was a treat, wasn’t it?

Snag two of their MP3′s from the album that’s released this week.  You’re doing yourself a huge favor picking up this album.  Additionally, (after the MP3′s) enjoy the video for “Heavy Hand.”  It does a pretty good job of representing the precise melodies and energetic chaos the band brings to the table.  And if you’re within 200 miles of anywhere they’re playing, they certainly won’t let you down.

Drink Up Buttercup – Young Ladies

Drink Up Buttercup – Seasickness Pills

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Whoever said there are no second acts in America apparently never met Owen Pallett. The versatile artist who once performed under the moniker Final Fantasy has not only survived since shedding the JRPG-inspired name, he has positively thrived between touring with The Mountain Goats, lending a hand on recent releases by Gentleman Reg and Gigi, and continuing to burnish his credentials as the reigning indie rock orchestral composer and, thanks to Wayne Coyne’s love for the sound of his own voice, a twitterific advocate for social justice, pitchfork-style. Add to this the fact that his latest record (also the first to be released under his new eponymous approach) has been garnering wholly merited oohs and ahhs from the bloggerati and you have a pretty strung hunch that the decade we’ve all just entered is going to be a good one for the Toronto-based violinist.

That record, Heartland, is a doozy, a concept album in the finest way that deserves dialogical communion with Van Occupanther and last year’s Edward Sharpe album (and, hopefully, foreshadows equally excellent conceptual efforts by The Besnard Lakes and Titus Andronicus later this year). Pallett shows off both his skills as an arranger and his affection for well-executed theatrical camp on Heartland, scoring his other-worldly tale of a young, ultra-violent farmer named Lewis and a supreme deity named Owen in a manner that recalls Andrew Lloyd Webber as much as it does Arcade Fire.

Once you know the initial premise, the album proceeds in a narrative way that manages poetry without being cryptic. Early into the album, a careful listener becomes aware of Pallett’s clever awareness, as he notes in the album opener “Midnight Directives” that men can be bought and sold and that “the price of a hundred thousand unwatered souls/ is a bit of meat and a bit of coal”  and when, on “Keep the Dog Quiet” he describes a union as a “cage about a cage about a cage” and  a remove as  “a narrative mess.” Later in the record, Pallett links a “concatenation” of locusts with farmers losing their focus, and never slicks a step. At other moments, the lyrics are incredibly visual, to the point that “Red Sun No. 5″ has the listener wishing for an accompanying coffee-table photo book  or well-illustrated graphic novel, while “Mt. Alpentine” and “Flare Gun” deserve the kind of map Tolkein enthusiasts get so much joy from.

While one couldn’t say Pallett exactly dabbles in brevity, his arrangements are efficient, avoiding sonic detours and sidesteps, instead getting the most out of every second. Bursts of intensity like “Mount Alpentine” cram an incredible amount of drama into its small frame, and when Pallett does stretch out a little, it comes perfectly, as on the youthfully Sousan “Lewis Takes Action,” which contrasts starkly with the medieval Kubrickosity of the narrative and, particulary, the incipient Ronettes back-beat that introduces the song. Such contrast is rife throughout Heartland, particularly on the album’s next track, “The Great Elsewhere,” which combines a jagged and technological desolation with a sea-based religious reverie.

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While at times the narrative of a different world in a different era slips – see, for example, references to Earth-bound phenomena such as Disney, ketamine, and Bulgaria – Heartland features enough great songs to forgive a little continuity glitches. Among these stand-outs are, in addition to the aforementioned “Lewis Takes Action,” are the impassioned and perfectly titled “Oh Heartland, Up Yours!” and the upbeat swirl of “Lewis Takes Off His Shirt.” Elsewhere, modern western influences make their mark – from the Warner Bros vibe of “Flare Gun” and the Phantom of the Opera meets The Chronicles of Narnia and “Cats in the Cradle” geist of “E is for Estranged” – providing a welcome aesthetic hook on which to hang your listening references.

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Heartland, Owen Pallett’s third full-length, was released January 18th via Domino Records. You can purchase it here.

Owen Pallett – Lewis Takes Action

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Live music is important.  Records are great (obviously) because they allow for the mass distribution of art.  But.  There’s no perfect substitute for a really good live show.  At their best, records are (often) just pale imitations of live music.  There are artists who subvert that notion and are still wildly successful (Grizzly Bear comes to mind.  They’re not known as a crack live act, perhaps because of the high level of production and attention to fine detail the records.), but I most often gravitate to bands that shine in both forums.  Give me a band that works the interplay of live and recorded music and songs that can exist as both recorded artifacts and as live organisms .  Megafaun’s “Columns” sounds killer on the album, but it’s at least 20% better live.  You could live with only hearing the album version of MMJ’s “Run Thru,” but you’d prefer the live version of it every single time.  “Dark Star” was originally a two minute single, but that’s largely irrelevant right?  When we were compiling our 2009 year end list, I found myself consistently gravitating towards acts that both made records I loved and backed those records up with excellent live shows.  Those kinds of bands make the most sense for me.

All this to introduce the second album and recent live show from Retribution Gospel Choir.  The trio, fronted by Alan Spearhawk of Low fame, release their sophmore effort, 2, January 26 on Sub Pop.  They’re also touring and were in Cleveland on Friday.  The songs on 2 vacillate between an airy, traditional rock vibe (most notably on “Hide it Away” and “Workin’ Hard,” both of which almost sound like Kansas b-sides (which is intended as a compliment)) and much hairier, distortion-laden crunchy jams (most notably, “Poor Man’s Daughter” and “Electric Guitar”).  Listening through the record, I incorrectly focused on the “Workin’ Hard” facet; I thought I’d be seeing a band that was toeing the mainstream, working in mostly traditional idioms.  I should have been listening to the epic “Poor Man’s Daughter,” which, if the live show is accurate, is more indicative of what Retribution Gospel Choir is about.  I did not really understand the record until I saw the band live; I couldn’t decide what components were critical and which were decorative.  I though that the feedback workouts were the supporting concepts, serving to highlight the hooks.  The live show was an inversion of that calculation; the songs served as platforms for the band to explode outward from.

Discussion of the live show, and the record itself, can center on the four songs mentioned above.  Retribution Gospel Choir played the more direct songs, “Hide it Away” and “Workin’ Hard” and fleshed out the sound extant on 2.  The backing vocal work of drummer Eric Pollard was particularly striking live, acting as a perfect counterpoint to Spearhawk’s more visceral growl.  Both songs sounded great live, at least in part because all three members of the band are immensely talented.  When Spearhawk solos, you pay attention.  Pollard’s work on the kit was muscular and precise and Steve Garrington both plays a mean bass and has a killer bass face.  Throw that sort of talent at what are, essentially, good radio songs and things work out.  The show’s highlights, however, were on the songs that are rougher around the edges; my mom would love “Workin’ Hard,” she might chafe a bit at “Electric Guitar.”  (For the record, that’s not intended pejoratively, just to highlight that Retribution Gospel Choir can work the catchy end of the spectrum as well as the experimental one.)  The centerpiece of the record and the show is “Poor Man’s Daughter.”  Live, this thing is a psychedelic monster, the band stretching out during the middle section and laying waste to everything in sight.  Spearhawk played a facemelting solo, hammering out huge, distorted riffs and playing for an extended period with his mouth.  (I’ve seen that work exactly one other time in my life.  Most of the time when a guitar player goes for the mouth play, it comes off as cheesy and/or contrived.  Alan Spearhawk, on the other hand, played his ax with his mouth as naturally and competently as most of us tie our shoes.  It was sweet.  The other time I saw it work was when Cleveland’s own Glen Schwartz did it, so Spearhawk is in select company.)  The same solo is impressive on the record, but live it’s life altering.  Rob and I were transfixed; if I didn’t have unalterable other plans, I would have gone to Pittsburgh on Saturday, hoping to see the solo from “Poor Man’s Daughter” again.  At the end of the song, everything drops out, leaving Spearhawk and Pollard harmonizing over the last few lines in front of a spare guitar part.  On the record, it’s startling.  Live, with the band dripping in sweat, the audience swaying in stunned amazement and everyone’s ears humming, that shift into the quiet was goosebump raising.  “Electric Guitar” was as good; for a moment, Rob and I thought we heard the beginning of “Shine On You Crazy Diamond,” but it never materialized.  That’s the first time that wasn’t dissapointed that a band didn’t cover Floyd.  (That’s tortured syntax, but you probably got the message.)

The band closed with “Take Your Time” from their first record.  Rob grabbed video, which should convince you to catch Retribution Gospel Choir if you’re not already sold.  The record, 2, is a solid substitute if the band isn’t coming close to your house.  If they’re in the neighborhood, make the trip.  The live show makes the record better and vice versa.  I’ll be listening to “Poor Man’s Daughter” a lot over the next several months; show or no show, you will be as well.

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Brooklyn quartet Bear in Heaven’s 2009 LP, Beast Rest Forth Mouth wound up as one of our Best Albums of 2009, and as the band tours around the US, armed with even more European/US touring on tap, the Hometapes label act is primed for the stars.  The inclusion of the record on Pitchfork’s top 50 album releases of 2009 doesn’t surprise us a bit.  The huge and sprawling album has drawn high critical nods from all the right places.  Nonetheless, the quietly advertised stop at Case Western Reserve’s student-only concert venue, “The Spot,” was a must see for us at Citizen Dick.  Jon Philpot and crew, importantly, are nice dudes, and putting the entire package together (i.e. recorded material, live show, and introductions) exhibits a mature band that is facing the limelight with vigor and grace.  The largeness of the band’s sound translates perfectly live, and perhaps, requires an audience and stage.  For the, maybe, one hundred students that attended Wednesday night’s show, a fully loaded and sonically limber Bear in Heaven both stole the show from headliners, Freelance Whales, and offered solidified proof of why they’re one of the more underrated artists coming from the Brooklyn independent label assault right now.

Citizen Dick writer Rob and I took this one in, and although we’re not Case Western students, we were able to sneak onto the list and hit the venue early.  Eerily reminiscent of Dazed and Confused’s The Emporium, “The Spot” is a pretty sweet student hangout located in the basement of Leutner hall at Case Western, complete with a snarky little bar, pool tables, and pub style college table and chair set ups.  Case houses some of America’s best and brightest students, so it came to no surprise that our early entrance was met with a few stares as students sat with laptops and completed homework while both bands soundchecked and set up the stage. Even as Bear in Heaven began their opening set, it felt like a middle school party, as the students were reluctant to hop up and close in on the stage.  Rob and I are a little more seasoned, and we stood up in front of everyone as the band began playing.

One of the distinct markers of Bear in Heaven is its brilliant and pummeling percussion, and when put into a live setting, this leaps outward. Drummer Joe Stickney never stops moving, whether it’s the near tribal pounding bass drum booms of “Beast in Peace” or the cymbal heavy crashing of “You Do You,” the percussion is what glues the sound together.  Stickney lined up to the left of the stage due to the Freelance Whales setup behind, but this move was excellent for showcasing all of the members’ talents.  Jon Philpot sets up with more wires and gadgets than just about any band I’ve seen.  Rolling loops and pre-recorded flourishes splash through each song, and Philpot is the engineer, hitting switches and keys as the largeness of the songs borderline overwhelm the audience.  In post-show discussions with Philpot, we chatted about the expansive nature of BIH’s sound and how the tracks need room to breath, which didn’t make “The Spot” the most ideal setup for the sound.  The electronic underpinnings of the songs absolutely require a larger setting, lasers and arena filling light arrangements.  Of course, the lack of these things didn’t stop folks from shaking their asses and getting lost in the fuzzy and progressive sounds unleashed on them at the show.

The band rolled through most of BRFM with swagger.  Fans eventually inched forward to the stage and let the sound saturate them.  At the third song, guitarist Adam Wills went into the fuzzy, siren-like riff of “Ultimate Satisfaction,” and any rust was washed away for the remainder of the show.  In each review I’ve written, I’ve alluded to how much I love this song, and hearing it live plunges it back into my heavy play rotation.  The crowd favorite, “Lovesick Teenagers” was played once early, and then the band aptly ended with “Casual Goodbye” which launches into the previous track’s flighty and soaring chorus at its close.  This was oddly relevant, considering most of the Case students probably fit the description.  I’ve also mentioned the album as one that listeners MUST listen to in its entirety.  Tracks begin one way and often progress into eye-popping and chill-inducing grandiosity.  Move this into a face-to-face meeting, and those tracks are downright enormous.  Particularly speaking, “Dust Cloud” slowly builds into a chanting, vocal-morphed slow rhythm blitz at the close.  Hearing this live was the cherry on top for the evening.  Cymbals crashed and most of the fans in attendance seemed to look around and collectively breath out a “woah” in unison.  I suppose that’s what draws me to the band’s sound the most.  A breathtaking mixture of electronic and rock sounds take listeners into a spaceship of balanced chaos.  If you’re unhip on BIH, check out their website by clicking HERE, and try to catch their upcoming tour with indie darlings, Cymbals Eat Guitars, as the year moves onward.  In our opinion, the list of must-see shows this year is long, but we’ve got a repeat visit in high ranking.  Do yourself the favor and, if Bear in Heaven is within 200 miles, make the drive and grab a seat close to the stage.  Earplugs are for wimps, might I add. Check out the dates below as they embark on the tour with CEG.  Also, enjoy both “Lovesick Teenagers” and “Wholehearted Mess.”

Bear In Heaven’s Upcoming Dates (With Cymbals Eat Guitars)

Mar 05 Johnny Brenda’s – Johnny Brenda’s Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Mar 06 Rock And Roll Hotel – Rock and Roll Hotel Washington, Washington DC
Mar 07 Local 506 – Local 506 Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Mar 09 The End – The End Nashville, Tennessee
Mar 10 Pilot Light – Pilot Light Knoxville, Tennessee
Mar 11 Earl – The Earl East Atlanta, Georgia
Mar 13 Will’s Pub – Will’s Pub Orlando, Florida
Mar 16 Mango’s – Mango’s Houston, Texas
Mar 22 The Rhythm Room – Rhythm Room Phoenix, Arizona
Mar 23 Casbah San Diego – Casbah San Diego, California
Mar 24 Echo – The Echo Los Angeles, California
Mar 25 Bottom Of The Hill – Bottom of The Hill San Francisco, California
Mar 27 Berbati’s Pan – Berbati’s Pan Portland, Oregon
Mar 29 The Biltmore Cabaret – The Biltmore Cabaret Vancouver, British Columbia
Mar 31 Kilby Court – Kilby Court Salt Lake City, Utah
Apr 01 Hi Dive – Hi Dive Denver, Colorado
Apr 02 Replay Lounge – Replay Lounge Lawrence, Kansas
Apr 03 Turf Club – Turf Club Saint Paul, Minnesota
Apr 04 Schubas Tavern – Schubes Chicago, Illinois
Apr 06 El Mocambo – El Mocambo Toronto, Ontario
Apr 07 Il Motore – Il Motore Montreal, Quebec
Apr 08 Middle East Downstairs – Middle East Downstairs Cambridge, Massachusetts
Apr 09 Music Hall Of Williamsburg – Music Hall of Williamsburg Brooklyn, New York

Follow Bear In Heaven on Twitter by clicking HERE

Bear In Heaven – Official Site

Bear In Heaven – Lovesick Teenagers

Bear In Heaven – Wholehearted Mess

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Mrs. Citizen and I braved the suddenly fierce Cleveland winter last night, trudging to The House of Blues to see Rusted Root.  As I’ve written here before, Mrs. Citizen and I have a strong emotional connection to Pittsburgh’s finest neo-hippies, so we were well-primed for a killer set.  We weren’t disappointed.  It’s been seventeen years since Cruel Sun came out (and it still gets consistent spins from me) and Michael Glabicki still has an astounding set of pipes.  He does the emphatically joyous nonsense syllable and ecstatic tribal ululation as well as anybody. (Is there anybody else that does a lot of ululating at all?)  The songs, as always, are grounded in thudding, vaguely tribal percussion, subtly show-offy guitar work and Glabicki’s vocal ability.  Tack on the dude’s strong stage presence and it’s a great live show.

I did not take extensive notes on the setlist, but I can vouch for the presence of old-school favorites.  I know that we heard about ninety percent of When I Woke, including “Martyr,” “Laugh as the Sun,” “Lost in a Crowd,” and the ubiquitous “Send Me On My Way.”  (Extended aside: There’s a part of me that is really bummed out that the largest cheer of the evening came for the band’s radio song.  We saw the Violent Femmes a couple of times in the late nineties and I got the same feeling when they played “Blister in the Sun.”  Both acts have an impressive catalog, which you have to assume the audience is at least passingly familiar with.  The House of Blues was packed last night and the ticket price was a bit steep; folks probably weren’t out to hear one song.  This wasn’t Modern English for ten bucks on a Tuesday.  “Send Me On My Way” probably doesn’t crack the top ten for me, yet it remains the song that people want to hear.  I wonder if that’s as depressing for the band as it is for me.  Does it suck to have people love you the most for a song that you recorded thirteen years ago and have probably played a thousand times live?  The new material, while good, didn’t get nearly the reception that “Send Me On My Way” did.  Does that mean anything?  If they had opted out of playing “Send Me On My Way,” there would have been a riot right?  “Tree” is a thousand times better as a song, but they haven’t played it live since 2001.  It was not a radio song.  They didn’t play it last night, and I was okay with that, but I wonder if they’re okay with that.  If you’re in Rusted Root and you have an answer to this question, please hit the comments.)  The band also blended in several songs from the recently released Stereo Rodeo; the show opened with the first song on the album, “Dance in the Middle,” which translated really well live.  Rusted Root closed the encore with “Ecstasy,” which sent the crowd home pleased.  Overall, it was a nice blend of the old and the new.  The band has a few scattered dates in January, which are well worth the trip.  For Mrs. Citizen and me, it was a show that threw us back to being seventeen, which is pretty sweet.  I imagine that Rusted Root has that sort of time travel power for a lot of folks.

I did not take any audio last night, mostly because I was fearful of the apparently Draconian House of Blues.  (We had to sign a lengthy disclaimer to take photographs and it seemed to me that audio capturing would not be kosher, even though Rusted Root is into taping.  I think I also signed away my right to be critical of the venue as well.  Leave it at this:  I may or may not find Cleveland’s House of Blues to be distastefully corporate and contrived; I may or may not have paid four dollars for a sixteen ounce PBR and I may or may not hate taking a piss at a rock show and smelling potpourri and seeing a restroom attendant.)  I do have a version of “Martyr” from a recent gig in Florida that sounds a lot like the one I heard last night.

Rusted Root – Martyr – Live, 2009

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My buddy Vin and I arrived at the show just in time to see Whiskey Daredevils, a local band with a lot of buzz. They started off their set by saying “Thanks for coming out on Wednesday night, we know you could be at home watching Modern Family.” That’s true, it’s a good show, which stars Ohio native Ed O’Neill, but thankfully there’s always Hulu. Whiskey Daredevils often play around the area, but for some reason I have not seen them before. We both heard a lot of positive hype and were pretty excited to finally get to see them. I didn’t get a set list but I’m pretty sure the bulk of their songs came from Whiskey Daredevils Greatest Hits, although it could’ve been The Very Best of the Whiskey Daredevils. Either way, they did not disappoint in the least and were the perfect mood setter for the evening.

We didn’t really know what to expect from Heavy Trash. We knew it was Jon Spencer and Matt Verta-Ray’s band, we didn’t know Sam Baker (drums) and Simon Chardiet (double bass) would be the accompaniment. In all honesty, although aware of it, I wasn’t extremely familiar with Spencer’s work. Despite that, after receiving the new Heavy Trash album about a week before the show, I was instantly hooked. At this point I’d say I’m a big Heavy Trash fan. The album has been playing almost non-stop on my iPod.  It’s a mix of several genres that I enjoy; blues, rock ‘n roll, punk and a bit of honky tonk. If you asked me to describe the album in two words, well that would be easy. Downright fun! If Elvis was around today, this might be what he would sound like. Jon Spencer does a great job updating and infusing one of the early voices of rock while keeping it fresh at the same time.

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The show ended up being in the more intimate Beachland Tavern, as opposed to the Ballroom. I don’t think any of the people in attendance were complaining about that. The band we came to see went on a little before 11:00 and kicked things off with a bang. Heavy Trash got people moving, you don’t see that much in Cleveland on a weekday. They blazed through a few songs at a time, that definitely kept the energy at full blast. After about three or four songs they would pause for a quick chat break. Then fire things up again for the next fifteen minutes. They played everything I wanted to hear from the new album like “Good Man” (Those Darlins sing backup on the record), “Bumble Bee “(Jon Spencer definitely has a future in voice-overs if he finds the time), “(Sometimes You Got To Be) Gentle”, and  “In My Heart”. Matt Verta-Ray was kicking out some serious jams on his guitar all night.  When he was tearing it up, it truly amplified the upbeat style of Spencer. I especially enjoyed the Simon Chardiet song “Bug Bite Daddy”, which was sung by Simon (dude is a bit of a legend), the tune was bad-ass. I felt like I should’ve been swing dancing. The music translated really well live and I don’t think I saw any dialogue between the band and the sound guy (sometimes it can really jam the mood when the act has sound issues all night). They played about 15 songs and next thing you knew it was 12:30. I wondered where the time had gone, feeling like I had been abducted by aliens. I didn’t take any quality pics or get a  solid video, but the one below is the super extended live version of “In My Heart” from Chicago a few days after the show we saw. They’re still on tour so go see them if you get a chance and check out their new LP Midnight Soul Serenade.

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Heavy Trash – Gee, I Really Love You

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Before I dive into my impressions on Tuesday’s killer Medeski, Martin & Wood show, I thought it might be appropriate to talk about the spirit embodied by the band.  It goes without saying that the show was amazing. (They’re one of the four or five tightest live acts in the world, irrespective of genre; you know they’re going to be good.)  I’ll hit some of the things that struck me singularly at the tail end.  MMW are so captivating live, however, that they turn your brain to bigger things, broader ideas, spacier conclusions.

Here’s the deal:

Medeski, Martin & Wood, when seen live, offer a model for a perfect society.  If everyone conducted themselves according to the same values implicit in MMW’s performances, we would live in a utopia of milk and honey (honest).  The following things are absolutely true, embodied in an MMW performance and, if adhered to universally, would make the world a better place:

1. Merit should be rewarded. Each member of the band is incredibly skilled.  All three are at the absolute top of their musical game.  John Medeski murders the keys; there isn’t an approach he can’t take, an angle he can’t exploit, a sound he can’t produce.  Chris Wood is as solid as it gets on the bass; the solos are mind-altering (more on that later) and the work outside the solos is laced with subtlety and nuance (and funkiness).  Billy Martin makes more sound out of a small drum kit and an assortment of percussion ephemera than anyone on the planet (more on that later as well).  All told, dudes have a ton of merit.  Best part:  they are rewarded for it in a number of ways.  People come to the shows (The Kent Stage was packed on Tuesday) and soak in the brilliance.  More importantly (maybe), it’s clear that the music they pour out and the construction thereof is deeply satisfying to the band themselves.  So.  They’re really good at their craft, other people acknowledge that and they revel in their own talent; mirror that concept nationally (or globally) and way more folks are smiling at the end of a workday.

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2. Open and honest communication is critical. Medeski, Martin & Wood are locked in on stage.  Their level of communication appears to approach telepathy.  They’re constantly checking in with each other visually and (presumably) through the music, sorting out where and when the next thing is going to happen.  At least half of the fun of seeing them live is trying to pick up on the messages they’re sending one another.  The shows sound so pristine because they work together to determine where they’re going next.  Imagine if all of your co-workers and your friends and your spouse (and so on) checked in with you consistently to ensure that everyone was on the same boat.  That’d be sweet, right?

3. Everyone (assuming merit) deserves a moment to shine; or, egalitarianism is good. This is a jazz idiom. but it is still both awesome and something that would ensure a more positive world.  Everybody in MMW gets a turn to shine.  They’re all good at what they do, so each member gets some space to stretch out, explore the territory, prove their worth.  Sharing is caring.

4. Things that aren’t the thing should be ignored. You ever see a member of a band (usually the lead singer) that thinks he (or she, no gender bias here) is interesting outside of the music?  If I want to know about African debt relief, for instance, I’ll ask an economist, not Bono.  I want Eddie Vedder to sing me songs, not tell me about his dreams.  (Sorry, Eddie.  But seriously, talk less, sing more.  Everybody wins that way.)  Medeski, Martin & Wood come onstage and play music.  No banter, no agenda, no life story.  Just a few hours of really well executed music.  The thing is the music, which is all MMW does.  At the end of each set, Martin introduces everyone and says thank you.  The rest is pure sound.  If we all only paid attention to the thing and disgregarded the periphery, we’d be in fine fettle.

So, get it together world.  Act like this jazz band and there will be world peace, universal harmony and, in short, all good things.

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To close, there are three things that I will remember for a long time about Tuesday’s show:

1. Billy Martin’s drum solos – The show opened with Martin playing a Brazilian pandero (it’s a fancy tambourine; I only know the word because he used it in our recent interview).  He is making more sounds come out of this thing than you’d believe possible.  It is an orchestral percussion section in his hands.  That was a good start.  He’s also got a table of stuff behind him (bells, shakers, cowbells…) that he dips into on occasion to spice up the proceedings.  During one solo, he turned to his right, continued to play his kit with his left hand and played the stuff on the table with his right.  In an alternate reality, where your eye isn’t drawn to Wood and Medeski, you’d stare at Billy Martin playing the drums for the entire set.  (If this sounds like gushing, it is.  I am unapologetic about this.  Dude is a genius.)

2. Chris Wood playing the bass – Wood did the thing where he plays the upright bass like a drum.  This is another spectacle that is impossible to look away from.  He starts a bass solo, pulling the strings obscenely hard and fast, reaching down to hit the tiny strings on the bottom (I have no clue what these are called or even how to describe their location more clearly; they’re the part of the strings that extend past the thing that juts out to keep the strings off the wood.  There’s a word for this, I’m sure.  Anybody?) and then, out of nowhere he starts hammering on the bass with his fists and knuckles and fingers.  He’s a lanky cat, so the visual poetry squeezing all of these sounds out one instrument is a big part of the display.  When this went down, the room was dead silent; all you could hear other than the frenetic bass solo was the sound of several hundred jaws hitting the ground.

3. John Medeski is an octopus – Seriously.  Dude played no less than eight keyboards and rarely played less than two at once.

These three things were things (in one form or antoher) that I’d seen in previous MMW shows.  I know there’s going to be mind-numbing solos from all involved and I know that Medeski will do the ambidextrous freak thing.  What I never know (which keeps me going back) is the details, how they’ll sound on the night I’m going.  As long as they’re coming to town, I’ll be in the crowd, waiting to see something I’ve never seen, hear something I’ve never heard, even as I’m seeing things that are familiar and comfortable.

We’ve got a track from 2003 below to get you in the mood.  In the meantime, see this band as often as possible.  Also, buy this.

“Partido Alto” – Medeski, Martin & Wood – Live, 2003

(Posscript: I did not mention what they played.  It is totally irrelevant.  They played music.  It was awesome.  I did not write down song titles or (for the most part) catch that many.  It was heavy on Radiolarians material to my ear, but I’m sure there was some older stuff spiked in.  They could read the phonebook and I’d listen, so I (more or less) never pay attention to the songs they play or don’t play.  I want to soak it in, not catalog it.  The dude who kept screaming “Bubblehouse” at every opportunity didn’t feel the same way, apparently.)

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