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Usually we have a pair of tickets to give away as a promotion, but today, we've got something a little better.  The fine folks at Grog Shop have extended us a little latitude for Thursday's Kurt Vile/Woods show.  Not only is this one of the best summer shows to ramble through Cleveland so far, but we'll spice up the deal a bit more.  The first ten people that mention Citizen Dick at the door Thursday night will gain FREE access to the show.  I won't spell that out for you again, so just go back and re-read the previous sentence. Vile's Smoke Ring for My Halo and Woods' Sun and Shade are on my list of best albums of the year, and both emit a sound perfect for some summer boozing.  Beer is cheaper when the show is free. 

For those a little unfamiliar with either act, we saw Vile slay Grog Shop earlier this year when he opened up for J Mascis and ripped through much of the album.  Similarly, Woods has garnered plenty of critical praise for their LP, a jamming, folky, psych-driven journey of sound.  Seriously, go and listen to the 7 minutes of "Out of the Eye" and you will sprint to the Grog Shop doors to hear it live.  We will see you at the show, unless you forgot to read this post.  Word.  Even if you don't get one of the free slots, find me in the audience and I'll buy you a beer for the attempt.  Listen/download a couple cuts from each album below, as well.

Kurt Vile – Baby's Arms

Kurt Vile – Jesus Fever

WOODS- Pushing Onlys by WOODSIST

WOODS- Find Them Empty by WOODSIST

I think I slept with Psychic Chasms under my pillow for the better part of 2009.  Finally, Alan Palomo is hitting the 216 (Grog Shop, Tonight).  Perhaps the glossiest of the the glow-fi movement of a couple of years ago, the music of Neon Indian has far more staying power than a majority of the johnny-come-lately acts that emerged in the same time frame. Since then, collaborations with The Flaming Lips and being covered by indie royalty have ben the result.  For those who reside under rocks,  check out my album review (to save a little writing time for me this afternoon) by clicking HERE.  There are still tickets left, and plenty of time to get a babysitter and/or reschedule the plans.  It's also a bonus that we get Neon Indian on a Saturday here.  I think Clevelanders can roll out to hear a little 80's porn inspired, hazy electro-pop tonight, no?  First beer's on me.  Enjoy two things below.  One, the track "Sleep Paralysist," which we've posted long ago.  Additionally, we've got Palomo covering Cleveland's Darling, Cloud Nothings, and their track, "Local Joke."

Neon Indian – Local Joke (Cloud Nothings Cover)

Neon Indian – Sleep Paralysist

(Editor's note: We've got a lot of context to establish on this one.  First, big ups to our new best friend Rick for getting us the sweet photo of Mr. Mascis shredding above (Rick: we withheld your last name, because we weren't certain that you were ready to embrace internet fame; if we erred, let us know and we'll rectify that shit).  Second, you have to understand that it was snowing in Cleveland yesterday.  Not some sort of namby-pamby dusting kind of snow, but  a legitimate bust out the snow brush and strap on your winter boots snow, one last blast from Captain Winter to remind us that he's boss around these parts. Before trudging up to beautiful and historic Coventry Village, I was ensconced in the Kelvin Smith Memorial Library, laying down some words on ye olde dissertation proposal.  I left those cloistered environs to enter an eerily silent University Circle, quietly being entombed in dense white snow.  I marched back to the Dickmobile, eager to leave hushed academia for the reverb-laced world of the erstwhile J Mascis.  By the time I moseyed into the Grog Shop, all my synapses were rapid-firing in anticipation.  Hopefully that sets the stage.)

J Mascis may well be the greatest living guitar player.

(I promised Kevin and C.D. newcomer, Admiral D., my compatriots in rock this evening, that that single sentence would be the lede of this particular review.  Just that idea, unadorned, slapping the readership in the face.  Fellow Clevelanders  might make the argument that Glen Schwartz holds the guitar player conch.  Traditionalists (and/or Rolling Stone magazine) point to B.B. King (or Eric Clapton or Ry Cooder or somesuch).  Hipsters hoist someone like Kyp Malone (I'm guessing there, but "people" love that "band.").  Folks who took three guitar lessons call Robert Fripp.  The Aquarium Drunkard wonders if Link Wray (or some unsung Nigerian you've never heard of) is still on terra firma.  They're all probably wrong.  J Mascis fucking shreds.  I told NB, our Impresario of the Left Coast, that J Mascis is better at the guitar than Neil Peart is at drums.  So I fell pretty strongly about this one.)

Mascis blazed through a set of new material and old chestnuts. (He stopped for a brief moment in the Edie Brickell catalog for "Circle."  In what was almost certainly his longest address to the crowd, he talked about Murph foisting Frank Zappa and Edie Brickell on the rest of Dinosaur Jr. when the band was criss-crossing the country in a van.  He acknowledged that both Zappa and Brickell kinda suck.  This marked both the first time that anyone referenced Frank Zappa and Edie Brickell in the same anecdote and the first time that "Circle" wasn't super twee.  In J Mascis' hands, that song is a cutting reflection on social isolation.  Dude could read the phone book and it would make me feel wistful.  Just saying.)  I did not take intricate setlist notes, because it's near impossible to do anything but let guitar wash over you during a show like this.  My lack of detail on the songs Mascis played probably works in your favor; you don't need details on what this guy plays to motivate you to get out and see him.  If he's playing somewhere close, you just have to go.

I can tell you that he played "Ammaring" (from 2000's More Light (extended aside: if you want to read an unpleasantly snarky and backhanded review, check out allmusic's thoughts on that record.  I'm not going to link to it, because the whole thing is just mean spirited and douchey.  Ugh.  Also, how sweet were the shows on that tour?  I didn't make it to any of them, but he had Mike Watt on bass and the Ashetons at some shows.  Wowzers.)  I've got some old video of "Ammaring" below, but it's the kind of thing that you have to see in person.  When he hits that pedal and makes that acoustic shred, you might literally piss yourself.  I can also tell you that he closed the set with "Little Furry Things," which sounds like he wrote it yesterday, not in 1987. 

Kurt Vile joined Mascis for a couple of songs midway through the set; you could tell that he felt like the luckiest kid on the block.  Vile's own set was an ample and able opener.  Of particular excellence was "Ghost Town" off of his newest release.  Live, it sounded like the abandoned lovechild of a MBV outtake and a b-side from Harvest Moon, so that was pretty cool.

All told, last night was a fantastic night in Cleveland.  Enjoy the video and get your buns to see J Mascis.

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While a velvety blanket of frozen ice nestles in snugly all around NE Ohio (and, it seems, all over the damn country), many of us have hunkered down.  Our other writer, Brian, typically writes a few posts during this time of year alluding to the isolated warmth many Clevelanders feel when the temperature dips and the snow accumulations pile up.  For some, the coldness of our winters keeps us honest, or perhaps, allows us to appreciate those spring months even more.  Makes perfect sense, even though it's mildly troubling.  Leave it to an ice covered glacier-like winter to allow me to embrace the cathartic (and real) warmth of the sun.

All of this to simply remind Clevelanders to get off their frozen asses and get to Grog Shop Sunday night to catch NYC trio, Brahms and Twin Shadow.  There will certainly be enough infectious energy to melt down your sidewalks and car windshields.  Brahms is headed by Cale Parks, and their full-length is due out sometime this year.  As of yesterday, they've dropped a new track, "Add it Up" on both their tumblr page and on Stereogum.  It will appear on a 7" release.  Twin Shadow, of course, needs very little introduction, as their 2010 LP dominated a good four weeks of my summer.  Make no bones about it, this will be a synth-driven escapade, with enough punch to break us out of the doldrums.  Enjoy the Brahms track below, along with a previously blogged-around remix of Neon Indian.  I've also left the quintessential Twin Shadow track (and video) for those of you that never made it out of the house after last winter.

BRAHMS – Add it Up

Neon Indian – Psychic Chasms (BRAHMS Remix)

Twin Shadow – Castles in the Snow

 

 

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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Here’s what I like about Social Studies: They release a digital single titled The Hourglass, yet neither song on the single is actually titled “The Hourglass.” Makes you think. Or, rather, it makes me think. You probably wouldn’t stumble so easily on something so small. My metaphorical feet are dainty, I guess, and my similitic balance is poor.

Also, I’m not being totally honest here. The mysterious name thing mentioned previously is not the only thing I like about the new-on-the-scene San Francisco indie pop troupe; I like a lot about them. I like the chair-dancing, torso-bopping enthusiasm of their instrumentals, I like the not-exactly-twee, not-exactly-Swedish, but something just as sweet vocals of head crooner Natalia Rogovin, I like the simplicity and humility of their approach. I like the band, period. Recurring comparisons to Fiery Furnaces are apt, as would – maybe – be Lichtenstein. Regardless of the names chosen to drop, these guys are good, confection and substance in a cool and kind package.ss band photo

Social Studies plays TONIGHT in Citizen Dick hometown Cleveland with a FREE show at the B-Side Lounge (beneath the inimitable Grog Shop) and then continues eastward with gigs to come in Massachusetts, Connecticut, Brooklyn (x3), and Philly before wrapping up the tour with a Daytrotter Session and a triumphant return to the bougie-boho climes of San Fran. If any of these cities happen to be the one where you lay your head, be sure to check this promising pop outfit out. If you can’t or happen to live elsewhere, keep an eye out for the band’s full-length, Wind-Up Wooden Heart, set to drop in 2010. Most certainly they’ll be back east of the Mississippi then as they ply their trade and sell the album.

Social Studies – Time Bandit

Social Studies – We Choose Our Own Adventures

At the very moment you’re reading this post, I, Kevin, of Citizen Dick, do solemnly swear that last night’s White Denim concert was the cat’s ass, and I also swear that I won’t wake up until at least 12:30 this afternoon.  Leave a message at the beep.

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In all seriousness, this post was compiled and completed Saturday afternoon, just before rolling out to Coventry to pregame for the White Denim show.  Exposion was my favorite 2008 album and Fits will most certainly be on my 2009 list in a month.  I wasted no time producing the right mindset for the show.  Low-fi and jazz anthems all morning long, rounding out with Exposion in its entirety, with enough decibels to warrant a police visit.  The neighbors must have liked the tunes, because Johnny-Law never came knocking, and I rolled out to The Grog Shop several beers deep.

Which brings me to the musical portion of today’s Radio Dick.  While I sleep off a hangover, you get to reap the benefits of this week’s list of tunes.  I’ve long thought that the tail end of the year is an awkward time for releasing music, in that everyone’s kind of winding down and compiling lists and trying to digest all of the music from January to December.  If I had a nasty-good album in the works at the end of the year, I’d probably opt to release it at the beginning of the year.  I have conversed with plenty of folks on this topic, typically holding the opinion that the summer months produce the best music releases, while the end of the year arrives sort of flat.  2009 has been a great year musically, and my weak argument is being roundly rejected by some of the stellar releases ready to hit the market.  This week’s list compiles a few tracks we neglected to get up on the site throughout the week, as well as a couple fresh tracks we just caught wind of within the last two days.  All are solid, and receive our approval.  Tegan & Sara’s track, “Hell,” seems to be cleared for posting, so we’re including it.  “Cold Hands” by Pants Yell! is one of the songs I inserted into my White Denim pre-game mix yesterday, and for good reason.

Sleigh Bells is an interesting act, as they’ve released a couple tracks recently.  The duo creates this big, bombastic sound that’s over-the-top on the first listen, but way too listenable to ignore.  Their first track, “Crown on the Ground,” was leaked a few weeks ago, and “Infinity Guitars” steers into the same eclectically loud kick to the groin mentality.  I’ve included another Fool’s Gold remix, and to be quite honest, I rarely remember how the original “Surprise Hotel” sounds.  I continually bounce back to it just to remind myself.  The Mad Decent mix of the song is superb.  I’ve also posted Small Black’s “Kings of Animals” for just the right dash of snappy low-fi for today.  The rest of the list rounds out some of the bigger leaks of the weak.  Enjoy the tunes and, although this post really has nothing to do with Tea, I’ll probably be up and sipping on a hot batch of some by the time you finish with these tracks.  I don’t deal with hangovers like I used to, that’s a certainty.

The Raveonettes – The Chosen One

Pants Yell! – Cold Hands

Tegan & Sara – Hell

His Clancyness – Misinterpret My Words

Sleigh Bells – Infinity Guitars

Jookabox – You Cried Me

Fool’s Gold – Surprise Hotel (Mad Decent Remix)

Small Black – Kings of Animals

Air – Sing Sang Sung (Black Moth Super Rainbow Remix)

Dirty Projectors – Emblem of the World

Molina & Johnson – Almost Let You In

This review isn’t intended to short-change any of the other three acts that performed at The Grog Shop Wednesday night.  No doubt, Joe Pug’s countrified folk amply brought the house down to close the night out and lollapalooza festival mates April Smith and the Great Picture Show kicked ass, as well.  This is a review from a fanboy and I’m not going to make any excuses.  The Low Anthem’s release, Oh My God, Charlie Darwin has been on perpetual repeat for me for the last several months and unless something miraculous appears out of nowhere, it’s my favorite album of the year.  When I heard two weeks ago that they were making a stop in Cleveland on their way to Lolla, I snagged tickets quickly and anticipated hearing some of their gorgeously art-inspired folk melodies in a live setting.  Even if you don’t make it to the end of this review, make sure to listen to the live MP3′s of the show we’ve posted below.  Notably, the live version of “To Ohio” is not only a good recording, but captures the atmosphere in the Grog Shop on Wednesday.  The trio met and exceeded my lofty expectations for the night and I won’t get all super critical in this review.  As a music reviewer, I too often go to shows as a journalist.  Damn it felt good to just kick back and be a fan again.  A whole shitload of PBR’s and chats with the band afterward were all I needed to wrap up a heck of a night.

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The dark and dusty Grog Shop venue was an excellent location for their set.  Their WWI-era pump organ sat like a rickety enigma on the stage and the thick dark paint on the walls set the mood for a pretty magical set.  The trio, first of all, comes in dressed like coal miners from America’s grittier and labor-intensive days and all shenanigans aside, they completely pull it off in hipster smart-guy fashion.  Bassist/Drummer/Jack-of-All Trades Jeff Prystowsky is musical confidence personified as he rotates back and forth through just about every instrument on the stage.  Likewise, frontman Ben Knox Miller’s raggedy hat and dusty trousers go hand in hand with all of the Americana descriptions the music receives.  On the appearance front, these three have it all.  Jocie Adams contemplatively wails on the clarinet and her juxtaposing fragility and musical talent is jarring in a live performance.

The pump organ swelled with the opener, “To the Ghosts Who Write History Books,” one of my favorite songs off of OMGCD.  Fittingly, this track requires no chit-chat or noise in the building.  The Grog Shop fans complied completely.  Other than the music, only a faint whisper or occasional cough were the only sounds in the opener.  It’s difficult to pinpoint what the difference between live and recorded material is, but the trio seems to just dive right in live.  The obviously complex and artistic arrangements aren’t nicely translated into a live setting but they manage to still unleash a sonorous and roomful of beauty with minimal instrumentation.  Brushed cymbals, organs, clarinets, bowed chimes (for lack of a better name), wood blocks, harmonica and mild acoustic is pretty much the standard.  To put it blunty, they put their audience in a trance.  They’re Ivy League educated and the influences in the music are abundant.  One second it’s like you’re thrust into an early 19th century pub anthem, and the next you’re weeping through an emotional slave spritual.   They’re not pulling from one arena and this is entirely captured live.  They played “Charlie Darwin” in B-Flat and Miller still managed to belt it out and send chills down my arms.  I didn’t write down the particular track, but at one point, Miller pulled out two cell phones and held them up to the microphone.  His subsequent singing into one of the phones created a magical digital swirl of sound echoing from the two phones.  Not only did this stun the audience, but left everyone entirely aware of how talented the three are musically.

Interestingly, the band steered clear of the more raucous material on the album, offering about 10 songs with deeply enigmatic power.  “Ticket Taker” wound up being as stellar as I thought it would be, as it’s really the best Americana folk song I’ve heard all year on record.  When they dropped into “Cage the Songbird” the audience was fully involved, and I was proud of my Cleveland concert-goers tonight.  Sometimes I’m known to bash the tardiness or lackluster attendance my city produces when great bands tour through our town.  However, I was impressed that we showed up in fine fetter, singing the tunes out loud and having a good time.  They closed with “Cigarettes and Whiskey” which I believe is covered by everyone from Jim Croce to The Muppets, but the heartfelt moment of the night was when they launched into “To Ohio.”  Miller joked just before they began, “Everywhere else in the country, this has this incredible exotic appeal, sort of like, ‘what is this place?’ Well, here we are. We’ve never done this one before.”  I cocked my ears back and heard Clevelanders singing in unison with Miller and it was an amazing experience.  The bandmates smiled all the way through the song and left, for at least a second, the more cerebral and contemplative mode for just this track.  Hopefully in the MP3 version, you’ll at least be able to capture a little of the aura we caught.  Stellar.  You’re probably not going to hear that version live too often.  If you’re anywhere within a 100 miles of a live show, make sure to gas up and drive fast.  As a fan, I don’t have much of a critique here.  I was seven beers deep by the time they hit the stage, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.  If these guys are new to you, make sure to buy the album immediately, as well.  You’re missing a grand narrative of sound if you skip it.  We have MP3 recordings of “To Ohio” as mentioned, but also a great version of “Ticket Taker.”  Our version of “To The Ghosts Who Write History Books” starts off a little fragmented and then ends up well. Enjoy ‘em.

The Low Anthem – To Ohio (Live from Grog Shop)

The Low Anthem – Ticket Taker (Live from Grog Shop)

The Low Anthem – To The Ghosts Who Write History Books (Live from Grog Shop)

And, as we always try, we got the setlist.  Judging from the scribbles on the list, you can tell they think things through thoroughly.  We’re so, so glad they did for us on Wednesday.

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On my walk over to the Grog Shop last night I was still a block or so away when my show partner for the evening texted me that she was waiting outside the venue. She also added that there was a long line. The fact that she beat me there, despite her 40 minute drive versus my own 15 minute walk, wasn’t all that surprising, considering my pre-departure procrastination. The fact that there was a line for a Sunday night show, well, that was another story. She must be exaggerating, I thought.

Minutes later, though, I learned that was not the case – Cleveland’s art school finest had turned out en masse, many carrying with them delectable-looking baked goods. My friend and I greeted one another, shared a shrug at the length of the line, and then made our way back to its end. When we finally got into the venue, after checking in with the door guy, we found The Octopus Project’s Josh Lambert near the merch table and set up a quick interview. As Josh went to find other members of the band, we headed to the debris and hipster-strewn steps outside. Soon Lambert emerged with two of his bandmates, Toto Miranda and Ryan Figg.

Ordinarily, at this point I would mention the instrumentation of each band member. With Austin-based instrumental indie-electronica band The Octopus Project, however, such description is difficult. Indeed, just about every member of the band plays just about every instrument, with switches occurring between (and often during!) every song. Generally, though, Lambert mans the lead guitar on most tracks, Miranda handles drum duties on most, and Figg holds down the bass. Unfortunately, the fourth member of the band, Yvonne Lambert, was unable to join us outside. Though it was disappointing that her voice wasn’t in our conversation, in a backwards way it made my job as scribe easier, as I wouldn’t know where to begin describing her role. Yvonne seems to play every instrument known to man, and some possibly unknown, switching comfortably from synthesizer to glockenspiel to the audience-enthralling theremin.

Even without Yvonne present in our huddle, we faced no shortage of things to discuss, and our conversation with the band moved swiftly through topics including whether their house is really haunted (it isn’t), their collaborative efforts with bands such as … And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead and Black Moth Super Rainbow, their “Visual Music” project of live scoring short films, the band’s tumultuous experience filming a video for their new Golden Beds EP off the coast of hurricane-ravaged Galveston TX, and their role in the diverse and exciting Austin music scene. We also learned that this show was the fifth set the group had played in Cleveland in less than two years, with the three previous shows coming within a single 12 week stretch.

As the members of the band discussed their views toward art and music it became abundantly clear the value each individual placed on diversity and complexity, emphases just as evident in their aforementioned collaborations and multi-media experiments as it was in the sound and spectacle the band brought to the stage. The Octopus Project played among a handful of giant lit bunny rabbit ghosts, with psychedelic cartoons and strange documentary footage projected onto a screen backdrop. Unlike the t-shirts and jeans the fellas were wearing during our pre-show conversation, the men in the group took the stage in shirtsleeves and ties while Yvonne Lambert donned a vintage dress that went perfectly with her adorable short bangs/flipped up in the back haircut.

Immediately the crowd gravitated to the stage and the sound coming from it, and for the next hour the band ripped through a selection of standards from previous albums and a healthy mix of tracks from Golden Beds (which, incidentally, will be released tomorrow). If the crowd response at the Grog Shop is any indication, this new EP should receive an enthusiastic embrace, for while the energy in the room never declined from the set’s start to its conclusion, show-goers were clearly most revved up for the new tunes, particularly “Wet Gold” and “Rorol.”

All four members of the band were hitting on all cylinders, but the sonic diffusion between Yvonne Lambert and Toto Miranda struck me as the single most engaging dynamic. The audience seemed to respond in kind as well, with things reaching fever pitch as Miranda’s drumming became heavier and more frenetic, while their attention became rapt and engrossed, much like a small child being read a nursery tale, whenever Yvonne created magic with her Moog theremin.

Just when you wondered how much more excitement could be wrung out of a crowd late on a Sunday night, the band wrapped things up with an up-beat closer and an immediate encore, including new single “Wood Trumpet.” As the members each said their thank yous to the crowd, Josh Lambert announced that the band would be over “by the merch” if anyone wanted to say hi. As my friend and I headed to the exit, we noticed a new line forming in that back annex, precisely where we had earlier found Josh standing alone. Clearly, The Octopus Project was not going to get out of the Grog Shop any time soon.

The Octopus Project – Wet Gold

As if yesterday’s amazing Fanfarlo contest announcement wasn’t enough, today we have yet another incredible giveaway for you, dear reader.  This time the prize comes from Nashville synth rockers Paper Route.  The quartet is recently back on the road for their second tour of the year in support of their debut full-length, Absence, which was released back in April of this year on Universal Motown.  This time around they are co-headlining with their friends Audrye Sessions and dubbing the tour The New Deal, an appropriate moniker in these trying economic times.  Our gift to one lucky reader will be a poster of the fantastic artwork for the tour that has been signed by the band.  You can see what the artwork looks like below.  To enter, you should know the drill by now.  Just drop us a line BY CLICKING HERE and mention the Paper Route contest somewhere in your message.  The contest closes at midnight on Sunday night/Monday morning and a winner will be chosen and notified sometime Monday.  The winner will be selected randomly, but we encourage creativity in your entries strictly for our own entertainment.

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If you aren’t familiar with the band, don’t let the fact that they are from Nashville or that they are on Motown records fool you; there is nothing county or soul related to be found here.  Paper Route is a true throwback to the great new wave synth pop of the 80’s.  The obvious comparison to more modern bands would include the likes of Air and Postal Service, but Paper Route delivers a much fuller sound than their contemporaries.  Pumping out lush, electronic tinged pop anthems with a focus on percussion and lyricism, they create enchanting pop soundscapes that are as catchy as they are intricate.

Below are the remaining dates on The New Deal tour that kicked off on the 4th.  If you missed them the first time around, or even if you didn’t, be sure to get out and catch them if they roll into your town this month.  Given the small size of these venues and the band’s huge, sprawling sound it is sure to be a great show.  And if you don’t believe me, wait until tomorrow when Brian brings you a report on tonight’s stop at Grog Shop in Cleveland.

July 8 – Grog Shop – Cleveland Heights, Ohio
July 9 – The Basement – Columbus, Ohio
July 11 – Jerky’s Live Music Hall – Providence, Rhode Island
July 12 – Middle East Upstairs – Cambridge, Massachusetts
July 14 – Mercury Lounge – NYC
July 15 – DC9 – Washington D.C., Washington DC
July 16 – Maxwell’s – Hoboken, New Jersey
July 17 – Kungfu Necktie – Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
July 19 – Garfield Artworks – Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
July 21 – The Intersection – Front Lounge – Grand Rapids, Michigan
July 22 – Schubas Tavern – Chicago, Illinois
July 23 – Firebird – St. Louis, Missouri
July 24 – Mojo’s – Columbia, Missouri
July 26 – Marquis Theatre – Denver, Colorado
July 27 – Club Vegas – Salt Lake City, Utah

We would hate to leave you without an mp3 today, so check the latest single “Carousel” from Absence.

Paper Route – “Carousel”