three names you should probably know: lost lander, tan vampires, and papertwin. these three bands played a spectacular show at the (well-hidden, dimly-lit) cameo gallery in williamsburg on saturday night, one which i was fortunate enough to catch. papertwin opened with a characteristic blast of synth-driven noisepop, followed by tan vampires, a band unusually well-endowed in the realms of hook-writing, beards, and vocal performance. last but not least was lost lander, a spaced-out pop adventure from the nudie-bar wilds of portland who carried the venue with the unbearably catchy “cold feet” from their new-ish LP “DRRT”. photos (including after-show group shot with tan vampires) below:
in other news, additions have been periodically made to liminal since i last mentioned it. not sure where i left off exactly, but this probably include the financial district, fort greene, and red hook. chekkit out!
hey all. as some of you may already know, i’ve been hitting up more shows lately, due in no small part to the generous ticketry of the wild honey pie. in fact, i just had my first ever-so-brief writeup for them, a tidy little show at the rock shop in park slope headlined by the vancouver pop-punk outfit said the whale. i can’t confess that said the whale is exactly my musical cup of tea (it’s not exactly inventive), but i can admire their polish and professionalism. the openers were both interesting, local BKers, and somewhat the reverse (polish:inventiveness-wise). first up was garage-rock-inspired three-piece steel phantoms, followed by howth, a quintet whose chorus-verse volume dynamics would do nirvana proud. photos below.
and, at last, a music video for your silmät and your coeur (c/o the dø):
i’ve been reading graham greene’s the quiet american for the past few days. it’s a strange match to the crying of lot 49, which is what i was reading before. i tried very sincerely to wade through pynchon’s dense, schizophrenic prose, but dried up around page eighty. (how some people have proposed that pynchon and salinger are one and the same is completely beyond me.) in contrast, reading greene feels like meeting an old friend again. it continually blows my mind the things graham greene could write without sounding preachy or fake. he makes it look so effortless.
” ‘quatre cent vingt-et-un?‘ he asked.
‘why not?’
we began to throw and it seemed impossible to me that i could ever have a life again, away from the rue gambetta and the rue catinat, the flat taste of vermouth cassis, the homely click of dice, and the gunfire traveling like a clock hand around the horizon.
i said, ‘i’m going back.’
‘home?’ pietri asked, throwing a four-to-one.
‘no. england.’
hey, all. hope everyone had a terrific flaggy patriot’s day weekend. i had fun with a two front war on my aging computer and my own inertia. but i did make it out to park slope for an awesome show. it was at union hall, which might qualify as an officially awesome bar, as it features both indoor bocce ball and sprawling, cooshy couches backed by row upon row of faux-leatherbound books. anyway, the show featured four artists, namely julia read, lady lamb the beekeeper, lucius, and (the headliner), you won’t (an awesome boston band that combines the better aspects of neutral milk hotel with the precision rhythms of rob crow and incredibly catchy melodies). lucius was also worth checking out, a peculiar (but highly appealing) detroit motown spin on the givers-style crawdad-nawlins tight-harmony pop-rock. lovely. it’s worth noting that lucius just dropped an EP + you won’t a full-length album. andy-ways, here are some fo-tos from th’ sho-to!
