Just because ...

...it's today, it's one of my favorite movies, and you know, whatever.
Baci a tutte.

FOG#2: les Calamités

FOG#2 : Les Calamités

New Frenchies Oldies but Goodies installment, spurred by a recent post on Skatterbrain...

Early 80es, three chicks from Beaune (a small town in Burgundy), Caroline Augier, Isabelle Petit and Odile Repolt decide to keep boredom at bay and to form a rock band. Les Calamités (the Calamities) are born. After placing a song on a compilation, the girls release a first 9-tracks album in 1984, "A bride abattue", which could be translated as either "Riding like the wind" or "All straps down". Distributed on New Rose in France, the album was released in the US on Posh Boy. About half the songs are covers (The Who, The Troggs, The Dovells, The Isley Brothers), but the original songs in French are cute and refreshing, which prompted many TV shows to invite them. A single was excerpted from the album, "Toutes les Nuits" ("Every Night"), about the predicament of having a sleepwalker for boyfriend. A second 4-track will be released in the same year.

College brought their career to an halt, with Caroline relocating to London (UK), until Isabelle and Odile reformed in 1987 for a last 45, "Les Vélomoteurs" (the Mopeds). More produced than their earlier songs, with a sleeve photographed by the at that time omnipresent Pierre et Gilles, the single will be a huge hit, topping in 13th place. The last one: cooled off by six months of relentless promotion, Odile and Isabelle throw the towel early 1988. A compilation, "C'est complet" will eventually be released in 1997. Rideau.

More info about the Calamités here.

An extract of the clip for "Les Vélomoteurs":


The clip of "Toutes les Nuits":


MP3:
Toutes les Nuits (my boyfriend is a sleepwalker)
Vélomoteurs (screw your car, I prefer mopeds that go papapapa)
Le Supermarché (no malls in France, so kids hang around supermarkets...)

[Edit 02/18: moved files to fileden]

A guilty pleasure

The nice side effect of living under a rock is that you tend to get good surprises when you leave your little shelter.

Let's take the example of Calvin Harris. This young (he turned 24 a few weeks ago) Scot from Dumfries released his first album, the very modestly titled "I Created Disco", in June 2007 in the UK and in September 2007 in the US, and I just heard about it this very morning.

So you know the story, EMI discovered his myspace page in 2006, signed him and sent him in studio with his old Amiga to produce not only his album but also singles for Róisìn Murphy, Kylie Minogue and Sophie Ellis-Bextor. Two EPs and an album in the UK Top 10, a tour of UK and Australia fronting a full live band later, Harris will eventually cross the pond to attend the Winter Music Conference in Miami, FL at the end of next March, and Coachella next April.

OK, the album is not original, it really drags at times, it's a tad childish (yay! drugs! girls! drugs and girls!) and lacks the depth of, say, a LCD Sound System whose influence can be felt throughout the disc (the opening of "Merrymaking..." sounds an awful lot like "Daft Punk is playing..."), but it's a first album by an early twentysomething and it's tongue-in-cheek enough, so we can be forgiving.

In any case, a song like "Acceptable in the 80s" is quite infectious. "I got hugs for you/if you were born in the 80es", that's so totally like my love life. (OK, let's forget about the second half of the 80es, it's enough of a mess as it is that I don't want any legal complications on top of that).

MP3: Acceptable in the 80s (GTI)

This week-end in shows

Fri. 02/08

The Buddy System [40W]
Fifth show of our friends from the Buddy System, and a new animation ! TBS keep their CMYK trademark, but exit the cats, the cute monsters and evil horses. This time, Mat and Lauren's actual profiles appear face-to-face in their respective color, each pronouncing part of the lyrics. Musical departure as well from TBS' usual pop, as the song ends in a tribute to 2-tone (well, with some variations that you can guess). Excellent tune, quite original, one of their best so far. Moremoremore !


Dancer vs. Politician [Flicker]
Sanni Baumgärtner's Dancer vs Politician used to have two incarnations: one in Berlin (EU), and one in Athens, GA. Now that Sanni moved back to Athens for good, she recomposed the band's line up. The emotion is still intact, don't worry, you'll recognize the quiet and soothing ballads of "A City Half-Lost", a highly recommended album that has a very special place in my heart.
MP3: Mach Dich Los
MP3: Justin Fairborn


Sweet teeth [40W]
Sweet Teeth is a super band composed of members of Dark Meat, Long Legged Woman, among others. If you have never seen Sweet Teeth, picture some drony, hypnotic, improv' jam, with a million people on stage. It's actually better than you may fear.
MP3: Improvisation.


Mouser [40W]
I only caught a bit of Mouser, which is OK, as a little goes a long way. There are nights where the chaotic horn section really support the band, other nights where they don't. I can't tell which one was which, I wasn't very attentive.


Knyfe Hyts [40W]
More psychedelic heavy droning with Knyfe Hyts, a trio from Brooklyn, NY, who made me believe I was in the middle of some sun dance.

And then, I had to leave to attend some friends' dance party. And yes, I ruled the floor, thanks to the loveliest help possible. "Daft Punk is playing in my house, my house..."
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Sat. 02/09

There should be some kind of law or city ordinance for restaurants to have two waiting lists in parallel, one for kids under 24 (unaccompanied, I won't shoot myself in the foot more than necessary) and another for the rest of us normal people (put ironic smileys where suitable). Else, you'll end up waiting far too long before switching to another place, and you'll eventually be late for the first show of the evening:

Andy From Denver [Flicker]
Andy plays a very short set, so it's easy to miss most of it. I caught only three songs, about half the set, and that's a shame. It seems I missed some episode involving the famous Nintendo power-glove I mentioned in a previous post.

Miwa Gemini [Flicker]
Miwa Gemini, with Brian (on xylophone) and Sasha (her porcelain cat) delivered us her gentle, endearing ballads. Her cover of "Que sera sera" got the whole audience singing. Miwa's new album, "This Is How I Found You", will be released on Mar. 18. It definitely has a Southern feel to it, more so than on "Forgetful Ocean": in a way, it reminds me of Julee Cruise. You want it.
MP3: Crazy Over You
MP3: Forever For Never
MP3: Sad about Joe


Ham 1 [Flicker]
Athens' Ham 1 were headlining. Their shows remind me a family reunion where the cousins grab their instruments and start rocking out (supposing that on top of being great people, your cousins are also very talented musicians). Their first self-titled album had one of the best melancholy pop-folk song ever, "The Gift", that fortunately is now played live on a regular basis. The latest album, the excellent "The Captain's Table", was released last September on Orange Twin. Check the video of "Saluki", a track that would have fitted well on the second half of The Pixies' "Bossanova". A new album has already been recorded, and it should be available online some time next month. For now, there are no plan for the release of an actual CD, which definitely cuts costs, time and worries.
MP3: The Gift
MP3: Hare Lipped Bust
MP3: White Rat


Dark Meat / Face Off [40W]
Special evening at the 40W, organized like the day before by Mercer West. Take a member of the ever-expanding Dark Meat band/collective, pair him or her with another musician not from the band (a "civilian"), and give them 10 minutes. You can end up with some surprising moments. The last piece I managed to catch was disappointing, however, with some naive video made of old and new U.S. propaganda pieces overlaid by some droney keyboards and guitar that could have been interesting if the white-mask-wearing duo that was on stage had actually bothered writing a full tune, and not just an intro. Oh well.
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As a friend noticed, between Dark Meat and Ham 1, that was a butcher's delight night. That observation initiated another discussion: we already have several super-bands in Athens (Sweet Teeth, Supercluster...), all connected one way or another to Dark Meat. There's the need for a new one, The Vegan Option. Apply within.

[Edit 02/11: some spelling/grammar corrections]
[Edit 02/12: Go check out Mike White's photos of Friday evening !]

Frenchie Oldies #1

Mmh, according to google-analytics, I have a base readership of about 10 people, mostly from Georgia, US. Guys, I know who you are. I know as well you'll be kind enough to let me indulge in some educational nostalgia. So, let's start a new series, "Frenchies Oldies".

1981 was a pivotal year in France. Mitterrand was elected in May, the first socialist president of the Ve Republic. Hopes were high. Would times be a-changing ? What would come next ?

Then, that. Chagrin d'amour, "Chacun fait (c'qui lui plaît)" (which translates as "Everyone does (what they want)").
Written by Philippe Bourgoin and Gérard Presgurvic, performed by Gregory Ken (real name Jean-Pierre Trochu) and Valli Kligerman (a NYC native), remixed by Dominique Blanc-Francard, "Chacun fait" quickly became a hit. Remember that at that time, rap music wasn't popular at all in France, and you would have to wait 1982 and Grandmaster Flash's "The message" for rap to gain some mainstream visibility.

The plot is quite simple : 5:00AM, a lonesome alcoholic suffering from insomnia runs out of booze and cigarettes. He drives through Paris to get a last drink, ends up in a dive bar, where he picks up a hooker. Hotel, he doesn't come, she goes back home.

The story is narrated at the first-person (by the guy on the first three verses, by the girl on the last two, the fifth verse being an almost word-for-word repetition of the first one), with some interruptions by a third party on the mode of interview (or police questioning, as hinted by the video-clip ?) before the chorus, supposed to be playing on the radio. Partly psychological analysis, partly social commentary on a playful yet melancholy tone, "Chacun fait" illustrates a feeling of alienation, foreshadowing the individualism of the 80es. Of course, it's only now that I can understand the content(s) of this song. The lyrics were way over the head of the third grader I was at the time. But I knew some of them by heart, like many of my schoolmates, and they still resonates more than 25 years later...

Unfortunately, Chagrin d'Amour never really made it and remained a one-hit wonder. They released two albums in 1982 and 1984 which never achieved any real commercial success. Gregory Pek was the voice presenting the programs on Canal + in the 90es, a trendie channel at the time, until he passed away in 1996 from a throat cancer. Valli got a solo career in the 80es, before having her own radio show about the music industry. Presgurvic wrote songs for several French artists, composed soundtracks and wrote a musical based on Romeo and Juliet in 2001 (with another based on "Gone with the wind" in preparation) (God help us). Bourgoin also wrote songs for other artists in the 90es. "Chacun fait" remains a classic. It has even been recently covered in Japanese...

The clip (an extract of):

Chagrin D'amour - chacun fait ce qui lui plait - clip video

MP3: Chagrin d'Amour: Chacun fait (c'qui lui plaît).
MP3:Tomuya: Chacun fait (Lost in Paris).

Super Ash Wednesday

No, I didn't vote (I'm not allowed to in the States), no I didnt' get to eat any bugnes, but I let the good times roll by attending a show in the Hidden Hamster, a famous DYI venue a few blocks away from my place.

Christopher's Liver opened the evening. I don't have to introduce them if you leave in Athens. If you don't, Christopher's Liver is a duo of very kind people, Christopher Ingham on guitar, Laura Swindall on drums, who play some very heartfelt folk-pop. It's lo-fi, it's a tad off-kilter at times, but that's just charming. The duo will soon take a break for a few months, as Christopher planned to spend some times in Lyon, FR. The bugnes' season will be over, but that shouldn't matter much, eh ?

Vytear is Jason Begin from Philadephia, PA, playing solo keyboards, samplers and loops for a fairly efficient cocktail of electro/drum and bass/industrial jungle, with the occasional reference to Aphex Twin. That kind of danceable electro is relatively uncommon in our neck of the woods, so that was a pleasant surprise. And Vytear produced the first album of our next band:

Pony Pants, a trio from Philadelphia, two brothers (Steve and Ryan Ellis) on guitars and Emily Kovach on vocals, with a drum machine for the beats. They play some kind of dance-punk with heavy metal riffs. Even if I'm slowly getting used to metal and its derivatives, it stills tend to get on my nerves rather quickly. However, it worked great with them.

Athens' Pegasuses XL closed the evening with their heavy synths and live beats, after a fairly long break (a couple of kids got robbed by gun-point on the other side the venue, which brought us police forces but got us rid of the polo-shirt parasites. Everything's fine, don't worry). The show was chaotic, with shoes and pants flying around, but that was exactly the point: they were full of energy, unashamed and unabashed, they were having lots of fun and it was quite communicative. Mercer West (Mouser, Quiet Hooves and many, many more...) even joined them for an harmonica jam, certainly an highlight of the evening. Remember that their EPs are available for donation download at Quote Unquote Records, and that their next record, "The Antiphon", will very soon be available on EJRC.

A side note as conclusion: DIY venues such as the Furtive Ferret provide a service to the indie community, it's a place where to discover new bands or support the ones you know already. The donations may be on a voluntary basis only, that doesn't mean it's free. It's not a keg party, it's a show. Don't look offended when you're asked for a spare buck, it helps the band to pay for gas. Kids nowadays...

MP3:
Christopher's Liver: Thank you for the nostalgia...
Vytear: Milli Vanilli Midi Moves
Vytear: Keyed
Pony Pants: Slay The Ego
Pony Pants: Haircutz
Pegasuses XL: Run The Gauntlet
Pegasuses XL: Every House Is Not A Homie

[Edit 02/08]: Spelling corrections.

Think about a happy place...

...and it may look like Athens, GA.

I mean, where else can you get a PBR and end up watching "A Midsummer Night's Dream" (the 1935 version) while listening to some indie-pop ?

Where else could you run into friends just past midnight, and find yourself in a restaurant attending a show from New Sound of Numbers ? That was Fri. 02/01 evening. Pretty good show, actually. Randy B. is a perfect addition to the band, bringing a more organic aspect to the music. And they sounded great !

And then, there are the local dens. Sat. 02/02 at Caledonia brought us The Buddy System, The Young Sinclairs and 63 Crayons.
Great show of TBS, as usual. With the upcoming free Jammy Jamm gig at the 40W next Friday (08/02), that'll be their fifth show, the third in barely two weeks. With such a busy schedule, they couldn't give us any new song this time, but they're working on one for Friday, the goal being to have a 20 min set for SXSW. The night's surprise was the introduction of the guitar hero controller to control some of the animations...
The Young Sinclairs, from Roenoke, VA, play some awesome 60es British invasion / psychedelic pop à la Kinks. They have already three albums behind them, none being distributed yet. And yet is the operational word here. The show itself was great, if you forgot some sound problems, the voices being far too in the foreground. And between us, I'm no big fan of the singer's voice. He must have heard this one fairly often, as one of their songs start with the lines "I know you don't like the way I sing my songs / But does it mean we cannot get along ?". Rest assured that we can, mate. Anyway, I can urge you enough to go and check them out. The lead guitar/singer used to drum for the next band:
63 Crayons broke their sampler as they were going on stage, which created yet more confusion soundwise, so much that I left relatively early. I liked what I heard, or could hear should I say. Yep, there are nights like these.

Or afternoons like today that remind you that in Athens, GA, springtime can be right around the corner. And before leaving, have a look on Saturday's pictures on Mike W.'s site. You'll get an idea of what you missed.

Another Z movie...

Blood of the Beast, by Georg Koszulinski (2003).

2012 marks the end of the Third World War. One third of the total population of the globe died from the chemical warfare, 98% of the surviving male population is sterile, and cloning becomes the principal mode of reproduction. "All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds" until 2031, where problems arise. Clones of the first strand start exhibiting strange behavior: nose bleed, epileptic convulsions, necrosis of the front lobe, hyper-aggressivity, and a certain taste for human flesh: in short, they become zombies.
Three groups of characters are followed in parallel: three hikers in their early twenties, one of them has been bitten to the arm by a zombie; three youngsters fleeing town and trying to catch up with the hikers; a father and his teenage daughter, who found refuge with a Southern Baptist preacher in the countryside. Meanwhile, chaos reigns in town, and some First Strand inmates escaped from the local military base.

Shot on DV with a microbudget around Gainesville, FL and the Ocala National Forest, Blood of the Beast is rather trying. Forget the Blair Witch Project meets the Night of the Living Dead plot, the inexperience of the actors that give rather terrible performances, and the overall very cheap-looking aspect, that's sort of part of the charm of the movie. My beef is simple : the whole movie reeks a UFL film school graduating project. As writer-director-editor-actor, Koszulinski aims at artsyness: slow-motions (oh, Atom Heart Mother), surimpressions, experimental soundtrack, weird camera angles supposed to emphasize the confusion of the protagonists, pseudo-philosophical consideration, heavy handed references (Brave New World, Murnau's Nosferatu...)... The end of the movie is characteristic: shot with a night-vision lens, the scenes are silent, the dialogs appearing as inserts. Call me square or bourgeois, but effects of this kind do not bring anything to the story and look gratuitous and fake. The movie tries far too hard for its own good (and the pleasure of the audience). According to imdb, it was Koszulinski's first full-length. Since then, he released a few other fictions and documentaries, that I haven't seen yet. I can only hope that they avoided the artistic pitfalls of this Blood of the Beast.

As you guessed, I didn't enjoy the movie at all. But I didn't enjoy hating it or laughing at it either, on the contrary. I feel actually compelled to support the approach: after all, it's a first movie, it's indie, and we all know what a dreadful place the world would be without alternatives to mass cultural products. Despite all its shortcomings, Blood of the Beast exists as a piece. That should be enough. Hey, not everybody can be Marker. So forget what I said, forget this movie, and keep it going.

A week in gigs

I'm behind in posts, so let's wrap up this week in shows:


Mon., Jan. 21st - 40W
Tin Cup Prophette + Murder Mystery + Little Francis

Despite one of the coldest nights of the winter so far in Athens, and... a Monday (glad you follow), there was a non negligible audience (understand about 40, 50 people) for that show. I assume that the Hillary's laudative review of Murder Mystery in the Flagpole and Gordon's plug helped, or maybe was it just the presence of Tin Cup Prophette, or the debut of Little Francis who brought their friends as support.

I caught only a few songs of TCP, but was still impressed. Amanda Kapousouz had definitely a huge stage presence, huge like in 8.5 months pregnant. Nevertheless, that didn't prevent her to give us a nice soothing dose of her folksy trip-hop. Highly recommended to fans of Portishead.

Murder Mystery is a quartet (3 guys, one gal) from NYC, currently promoting their first album "Are you ready for the heartache cause here it comes". They play what would be lazily described as indie pop with slight country western overtones, or a musical equivalent of sherbet: it's refreshing, quite enjoyable, but not filling. The show itself was fairly OK. They lost some points for complaining about the lack of dancers (only a couple of people were actually dancing, while the rest of us were cosily sitting on their chair), and for trying to play games with the Athenians: "Athens is a hip town, right ? So you'll know what cover we're about to play...". FYI, that was an Orange Juice song, "Poor Old Soul" if I remember correctly. All in all, a good show, but nothing extraordinary. Their album is definitely worth listening a couple of times. Of the two MP3s linked with this post, "Honey Come Home" is the most representative.

Little Francis are four dudes, three on acoustic guitars and the last one banging on some stuffs. Don't ask me more, I was not paying attention and left in the middle of their song, it was cold.

MP3: Tin Cup Prophette:Going Numb
MP3: Tin Cup Prophette:Speak or Spill Down
MP3: Murder Mystery: Love Astronaut
MP3: Murder Mystery: Honey Come Home


Thu., Jan 24th - Flicker Bar
Joe Rowe's Coming Out Party

First show of Joe Rowe's (of The Glands and Casper and the Cookies fame) new band. Joe sings and plays keyboards, along with fellow Cookie Jim H. on drums, Eli on guitar and Adam on bass. Good solid indie-rock, great first show (sounding even better when you know they practiced only four times as a 4 piece), with a cover of Echo and the Bunnymen as a bonus ("Villiers Terrace"? "Do it clean"? I'm not sure. Correct me in the comments). Most (all) of the songs were actually written for Joe's other, semi-aborted projects, The Ice Caps and The Goons. Guys, congrats again, and we want another show very very soon!
MP3: JRCOP: Green Umbrella



Thu., Jan 24th - Caledonia Lounge
Attached Hands - Caledonia Social Club

Attached Hands are a duo playing live keyboards on pre-recorded samples, with some psychedelic animations in the background. Boards of Canada, anyone ?

Caledonia Social Club is a shoegaze jam experiment involving members of Local bands such as Maserati, A. Armada and others. Fairly efficient, but you definitely have to be in the mood. It took me 15 min. to realize that in fact, no, not that night...



Fri., Jan 25th - Go bar
The Buddy System - Pegasuses XL

The Go Bar was packed for the third Buddy System show, so packed that it was easier to brave the cold and watch the animations from the outside patio than trying to peep through the crowd. If you still don't know anything about the Buddy System, I can't really do anything for you: check some previous posts, and go and see their coming fourth show on Sat., Feb. 2nd at the Caledonia Lounge, where they'll support 63 Crayons and an exciting band of Roenoke, VA, The Young Sinclairs . Note that Friday was the premiere of the Buddies' new animation,"Nature's Tiny Realm".

Because of conflicting schedules, I missed Pegasuses XL. Shame, shame, shame on me.


Fri., Jan 25th - Farm 255
The Ice Cream Socialists - Casper and the Cookies

Because of conflicting schedules, I missed the Ice Cream Socialists, but frankly... Casper and the Cookies delivered us an strong, honest show, mostly consisting of songs from the "Optimist Club". After all, that show was more a live practice before their Japan tour than anything. No big surprises here, a good time for all the family.


And that's all for this week. Stay tuned for more goodies.

Return of the Z movies

As a European hipster, I'm naturally attracted to foreign movies, and Japanese ones in particular. That's basically the reason why the other day I rented two DVDs at my local store. I should have stayed home.

Actually, the first movie wasn't that bad. "Suicide Circle" (by Sion Sono, 2002) retraces the events following the mass suicide of 54 teenage girls who jumped in front of a train in the Shinjuku station. The police starts investigating, and begins to suspect some foul play as more suicides take place, and strange hints pop up on the web. Would there be some connections with a famous tween idol band ? Enough for the plot.

The movie is rather uneven, to say the least. Some scenes are gratuitously gruesome, such as the opening sequence, where the Tokyo subway gets flooded by the blood of the schoolgirls (fake blood must have represented a significant portion of the film budget), or when puppies are trampled on to death by a peroxided singing maniac on platform boots. On the other side, some elements of the story are worth pondering, for example the critiques of fads, formatted pop culture, generation gaps... if they were developed and not skimmed over.

However, the biggest turn off remains the abstruse plot. The last 15 minutes do not solve anything and raise actually more questions: who is behind the band ? Behind the suicides ? Behind the script ?


No, we have a real winner with Kibakichi, by Tomo-o Haraguchi (2004). The back of the DVD says it all: "half man, half werewolf, all samurai". Bingo !

It starts like a regular samurai movie a la Yojimbo. A lone traveler is attacked by ruffians, but quickly dispatches them ad patres with his mad skillz. Our hero (Kibakichi) then meets a foreboding blind beggar, fights ninja turtles and eventually finds his way to a small village inhabited by yokai. These flesh eating monsters, disguised as humans, are all but one big family lead by a guy looking a lot like James Earl Jones as Thulsa Doom. The yokai have a deal with a rising element in the local human clan: get rid of yakuzas and you'll get a nice place where you can leave in peace instead of being hunted down. Of course, the audience can guess straight away that the humans are double-faced: they wear long black leather uniforms that must have been designed by Hugo Boss in the 30es, which is always a bad sign. Kibakichi, as a true lone traveler, decides to leave, but quickly returns to fight alongside the yokai as they are attacked by the Gatlin-gun-carrying humans. Little did they know that Kibakichi was in fact a werewolf ! After growing himself some hair and fighting a betraying cyclops, Kibakichi eventually kills the human leader, who explodes (never carry a grenade when you don't have a head). End of the movie. I voluntarily forget some side plots.

This movie is really terrible. The genre confusion (samurai + latex monsters + gun-wielding badasses), the ridiculous costumes, the ultra-cheap special effects (remember the tunnel of horror in the local funfair ? same thing), the 2c message of tolerance towards our friends the monsters, the mandatory sex scene (where as a bonus the girl transforms into a giant spider), the 15 minutes of explosions... So many reasons to complain that I don't know where to start. So I won't. And I'll skip the sequel.

Anybody has a spare brain ? Mine melted...

Gossips

And now for some random gossips:
Casper and the Cookies will play their last show Athens show of the winter on Fri. Jan 25th at Farm 255 (of all places...). They'll be hitting Japan like a power-pop tsunami on Feb. 5th for a 9-day tour promoting the release of "Optimist Club" on Waikiki records.

Talking about Cookies, on Thu. Jan. 24th, Flicker will host the premiere of a new band composed of Joe R. (guitar), Jim H. (drums) and two other guys whose name I forgot (sorry). The name of the band isn't cast in stone as I write this line, but expect something along the lines of "Joe Rowe's Coming-Out Party". Or maybe not.

Sat. 24th Andy from Denver / The Lolligags was short (4 songs for Andy, 5 for the Lolligags), but really excellent. Andy played a slightly more subdued set than the day before at Flicker, without suggestive dances nor powerglove, but endearing nevertheless. The Lolligags quickly won over the part of the audience who were only discovering them, and Leslie overcame her natural shyness to give us some sweet moves.

Andy will spent 21 days at the end of March, beginning of April on the road for a East Coast/ MidWest show with Keith John Adams. More about that when we'll get closer to the dates.

The Lolligags just spent the week-end recording two new songs with Jason NeSmith at his Bel-Air studio. "Best behavior" isn't fully mixed yet, but amateurs of English education will be pleased. "Carnival" is also still in draft, but we have a hit here already: think Siouxsie meets DM meets Goldfrapp meets the Cure, with a killer groove. 2008, the year of twoth, remember ? By far the most exciting song I've heard all year. Sorry, I can't post anything now, so go and visit their myspace page. Oh, and there are rumors of remixes...

And... That's all for today. Stay warm, I'll be near the carousel.

Control freak

A few days ago, I went to our local art-house (Athens Ciné) and caught Anton Corbijn's "Control" on big screen. I'm still awed by the performance of the lead actors, Sam Riley (as Ian Curtis) and Samantha Morton (as Debbie Curtis). Riley in particular does an excellent job in portraying Curtis from a Bowie fan, stolen pill-popping teenager to married man to rock star, his struggles with fame, family life and fits of epilepsy. His natural was just amazing. All the live Joy Division songs of the movie were actually performed by the actors: commendable choice that made the experience even more enjoyable. The image was also splendid, Corbijn did well to shoot in color before a transfer to black and white. The last shot of the black smoke coming out of the crematorium was a perfect ending.
Of course, it was a bit difficult not to compare the movie to "24 hour party people", which also partly describes the period Warsaw-Joy Division: same period, same characters, same anecdotes. There was even a cross-reference: in "Control", in a scene taking place after the Bury gig riot, Tony Wilson tries to cheer-up Curtis by telling him that after all, he's not the band leader of the Fall: Riley played Mark E. Smith in "24 hour party people". The respective goals of the two films were quite different, "Control" focusing on Curtis, when "24 hour party people" dealt with Factory Records. Both are great movies, "Control" is more subdued and feels deeper emotionally.

On a personal note I wonder whether the hypnosis scene was really necessary. And Alexandra Maria Lara, who plays Annick, the Belgian mistress, really reminded me of an old flame of mine, which was a bit melancholy. But you probably don't care, and that's quite OK with me.





(Photo (C) by Dean Rogers)

With a little help of my friends...

Some random news, mostly plugging friends.

The Lolligags are playing a free(?) french-colored show at Go Bar on Saturday, Jan. 19th. Opening will be Andy from Denver, the new "band" of Andy G., of M(arshmallow) Coast fame. "Band", because Andy plays solo, guitar, keyboards and sequencer. The show will be another Budding Helping Buddies production, which already brought us the Lodger, Spring Tigers, Black Kids, and "Control".

Mike W. from Deadly Designs posted pictures of the last PCC/Casper show (cf previous post).

Hillary B., half of the famous Team Brown, posted some videos of yesterday's Yo La Tengo show (this one, that one, and that later one).

"Return to Horse Mountain", the new track of the Buddy System, kicks ass, as the audience of their Saturday Jan. 12th show at the Georgia Theater could witness. It starts western, it ends kung-fu, there are evil horses and their dark overlord, I'm a fan. Lauren, marry me.

Update 01/17/2008:
Well, turns out that the Buddy System just posted the clip of "Return to Horse Mountain" on Youtube. Check their myspace page as well to listen to their new song, "Watermarx". Thanks guys !




(Flyer artwork by Eric H.)

Oms by the Dozen

Instead of Yo La Tengo (cf previous post), I attended a projection of "La Planète Sauvage", by Topor and Laloux, music of Goraguer, at Flicker. On a planet far, far away populated by giant blue humanoids, the Draags, humans are pe(s)ts, but adapt and overcome their condition. Harmony ensues.

Words are lacking, as the charm of the movie relies mostly in its drawings and its soundtrack, more than in its dialogs (some neologism-filled techno-babble, that indeed sets the atmosphere but is painful to listen to). Knowledge sets you free, and acceptance is the only way to survival. The violent universe is beautifully depicted by Topor's illustrations, and combined to the soundtrack makes for a very touching psychedelic experience. The kids loved it.

The movie was followed by another short of Topor and Laloux, "les Escargots" (1965). A farmer realizes that tears are the only way to make his salads grow. After using tricks such as onions, meaningful poetry and torture devices, he does succeed in growing the larger salads of the region. An infestation of snails destroys his harvest, and the near-by town as a bonus. It would be difficult to imagine a more acid yet engaging critic of the dangerous side effects of unbridled capitalism. The sexual innuendo of the snails eyes is particularly endearing.

A few artists performed after the projections: Dan Hole Pond and his live-programmed loops on tiny keyboard and tapes, not so unreminiscent of Boards of Canada, and Jason Ajemian's "Playing You to Sleep" from Chicago, on straight bass. Quite impressive both of them, quite suiting to the evening, but Sofie and Jude are calling me back...

No la tengo

The ridiculous pun in the title is of course a tribute to Yo La Tengo, playing a semi-acoustic show tonight at the Melting Point, with Kurt Wagner of Lambchop. The purchase of expensive tickets was briefly considered around Christmas time, but, eventually, nah. In any case, expect posts on some other famous Athens blogs.

However, I celebrated my own little way by re-watching Hal Hartley's "Surviving Desire". I was aware of this movie in the very early 90es, in the hay days of Hartley's fame on the indie circuit, having seen "Simple Men", "Trust", "The Unbelievable Truth", but never had a chance to actually watch it before last summer.

You know the plot: Jude (Martin Donovan) is a literature professor trying to find answers in books, one paragraph of Dostoevsky's the Brothers Karamazov in particular (Book 2, Chapter 4). He falls for Sofie (Mary B Ward), one of his students, they have a (very) short affair, she dumps him. 60 minutes of pure Hartley's charm: witty, overplayed dialogs that drift in the absurd, choreographies, indie rock, the boroughs, what else can you ask for ?

Retrospectively, I'm glad that the 20-year-old hipster from the early-90es missed the film, as he most likely wouldn't have connected as strongly with the character of Jude. Observing yourself falling in love with somebody far too young for you, half-heartedly resisting the crush, knowing far too well that the story will end up in tears (yours), but going for it nevertheless full blast, to end up dancing with strangers after the first kiss, is something that has to be actually experienced to be truly enjoyed.

"Never be frightened at your own faint-heartedness in attaining love... But active love is labour and fortitude, and for some people too, perhaps, a complete science."

Jude: Listen pal, you can't just waltz in here, use my toaster and spout universal truths without qualification!
(Henry smells something.)
Henry: What's that?
Jude: What?
Henry: You smell that?
Jude: Oh yeah.
Henry: (Sniffs) She's left her fragrance here.
Jude: That's it. Get out!
Henry: What about my toast?
Jude: Get out!

Pub notes #2

Last Tuesday, I accompanied a friend to a famous DIY venue downtown, to catch Everybody Everybody, the new project of Nate CCBB Mitchell (on bass) and Laura Swindall from Christopher's Liver (on drums), and a third member whose name eludes me for the moment. Interesting rhythmic section, heavily influenced by Pylon, but disappointing show overall. Some ideas deserve a longer cooking time.

Maybe I'm getting old, but I'm certainly getting weary of the kids gathering over the keg and not really giving any hear to what's playing. The tiredness lowered my patience level as well, and I spent a good part of Wednesday ruminating.

However, that Wednesday saw an awesome gig at Caledonia: Poison Control Center were opening for Casper and the Cookies, which brought me back faith in humanity (or at least indie pop).

So it was a Wednesday, the total attendance was less than 30 people (among them, Vanessa B-H. and Michael L. from Pylon, and Bryan P. from the Late BP Helium and that other band, you see what I mean, whose new haircut a la Robyn Hitchcock was the subject of a 15-minute conversation). The name-dropping isn't entirely gratuitous, as it should help you get a feel of the atmosphere: far more mature than the day before, connoisseurs (I hate this word), in one word, the indie family.

PCC is a quartet (Patrick, Devin, Joe and Don) from Ames, IO. It was my second? third? show with the full band. They played Athens Popfest regularly, last year being a notable exception, but they were here to promote "A Collage of Impressions", their latest album released last September on Afternoon Records. Their live is an experience, just pure rock energy, guitar acrobatics, ripped pants, and usually a lot of people on stage for their now classical encore, "Magic Circle Symphony". Remember the Bunnygrunt cover last Popfest ? Voila.

The Cookies show was pretty amazing. Three brand new songs made their premiere, along classics from the Optimist Club, "Marcel Marsalis", and many more (14 songs total). The songs fitted really well: the upcoming album they are currently composing and recording should be awesome. No I'm not partial.

With evenings like that, I'm not ready to give up the scene. Thanks guys.

"Love, love is the answer, until you get cancer, then you're lying, dying, dead..."

(Props to Daytrotter for the PCC MP3)

Introducing twoth

A few months ago, Leslie "Lollyhag" DS dropped the following comment:

""Oh, don't be so twoth"

The word stuck, and we decided to make 2008 the year of twoth.


First, some etymology.

Twoth is a portmanteau based on "twee" and "goth". Therefore, it is pronounced \'twoth\. It has nothing to do with a bad neologism for "second" (two-th).


Then, some brief (and thus not especially accurate) background.

The goth subculture emerged from post-punk in the early 1980es, with bands such as Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sisters of Mercy and many, many, (far too) many more. Besides the music, the scene was usually characterized (with a teensy bit of caricature) by victorian-inspired black clothes, heavy make-up, morbid imagery, and a overwhelming sense of self-importance that left little place to humor. Try to (pretend to) think about death on a 24/7 basis, we'll see whether you'll want to smile.

The twee (understood here as a synonym to indie-pop) subculture is also an heir of postpunk, albeit slightly younger by a few years. As no special equipment is needed (anoraks and dufflecoats were not even really mandatory in the late 1980es), the scene tends to be more diverse. Or is it just an illusion ?


In any case, the concept of twoth comes as the conjuction of those two subcultures. It's too cutesy or not angsty enough to be goth, it's too dark to be twee, it's basically whatever you want. Yeah, that pomo.

Some examples:

• Lolligags : twoth. The designs are indubitably twee, the concept is goth.

• The Buddy System's Clap paws: twoth, for exactly the same reasons. I mean, a depressed/asocial monster which loathes flowers and fishes ? So goth. Check the videoclip, you'll understand.

• Miyazaki's kodama : twoth. It could be goth, but it's far too cute. A Hello Kitty dressed in black achieves the same effect.
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• The guy in the picture: twoth. The "665.5 Twee As Satan" HHBTM's shirt, the Abigail tatoo, no problem, this guy listened a lot of Bauhaus during his younger years. Er, yes, that's me.

• Georgette, the goth waitress from the latest Tullycraft album Every Scene Needs A Center: twoth. She tries to be goth, got the complete outfit, but completely misses the point.
  

• Till we are on Tullycraft: they are a twee band, and their latest album has a lot of references to goth/pseudo-goth: that's twoth.
  

Anyho.

Now that the concept has been set, we will play around that all year long. Stay tuned !

Flagpole best local albums 2007

Ohoh, this time of the year again... Time of balances, best-ofs, worst-ofs, whatever. Our local institution, Flagpole magazine, just released the list of their 10 favorite local albums of 2007. By local, understand Athens, GA based, of course. And albums is to be understood in the wider sense of "release", as they also counted EPs.

I'm quite happy that two of my personal favorites made it: The Lolligags and Titans of Filth. Not only these bands are both excellent in their genre, the respective lead singers are also close, sibling-like friends.

The Lolligags were born in 2006 from the collaboration between high-school friends Leslie DS (Athens) and Ryan B. (based in Nashville, TN). They play what could be simply referred to as electro-pop: picture Siouxsie singing the Pet Shop Boys, and you would have a generic idea. Leslie comes with ideas of melodies and lyrics, she phones Ryan who comes up with something, he calls Leslie back, and after several back-and-worth, a song is born. Their first EP was released on HHBTM at the end of the spring, a second is in the pipes, with several songs written already but not yet properly recorded. You can find some of their new songs ("My Mascara", "A Spanner in the Works") on their myspace page. So far, the Lolligags played three gigs only, at Caledonia with CCBB on 11/02/2007 for Leslie's Bday, at the Star Bar and at Flicker with the Black Kids on 11/15 and 11/16. The shows were really good, with a lot of pre-recorded loops that gave Leslie the opportunity to harmonize with herself, and Ryan to play guitar. Oh, and you should check their scene set, with the huge lollipops. Spring 2008 should see a second EP, perhaps some remixes, and hopefully more shows. Get the Lolligag reflex.

I met Sam from the Titans of Filth for the first time in July 2006, during AthFest. He was distributing free copies of "Best Behavior", the first EP they had just finished recording a month before. I didn't pick up immediately, but waited a few weeks before catching them live at the Caledonia. I've been a huge fan since. If their music was to be described in one word, that would be twee, without a doubt. Simple yet catchy melodies, funny, smart and touching lyrics dealing with teenagehood in a Christian environment, depression, how to fit in the crowd, pretty much a Blue Ridge, GA hillbilly version of the early Belle and Sebastian. Note that Best Behavior was also re-distributed by HHBTM as part of their CDR club. "Feats of Strengths", their second EP, was recorded in June 2007, just in time for the NYC Popfest where they had a slot (and where they invited me as part buffer, part tour manager, part mascot). The production is more rounded than on the first EP, the sound is fuller, with even a dance-like tune ("Swinging Lovers", about the dating pool in a small collegetown of Georgia), and a very heart-felt ballad ("Fifth Year") written by their violonist Ann. All in all, I'm very, very proud of all of them... Let's hope that 2008 will see another release, the sooner, the better...

Oh, incidentally, the three EPs I mentioned were recorded by Jason "Casper and the Cookies" NeSmith at his BelAir Studio. Talk about a small world or an incestuous family, eh ?


(Respects to Hillary from Team Brown for the movies and Mike W. for the photo).

Things not to do on a Christmas Eve...

...but quite enjoyable nevertheless. Sort of. Depends.

• Let the Mouton-Cadet breathe for too long or not enough.
• Not put enough garlic in the gratin dauphinois. Three cloves are not enough. About gratin, it's amazing to see so many recipes with cheese, and even without garlic.
• Miss getting a beer at the Manhattan bar while listening to XTC and the church bells at midnight.
  
• Finish Craig Thompson's "Blankets".
• Realize that you bursted when you recognized the Cure reference, and your whole teenagehood in your face for 17 seconds.
  
• Remember about Chunky Rice and Italy.
• Remember about Wim Wender's "Wings of Paradise". (OK, yes, you just rented again three days ago after almost 15 years, but. More about that later).
  
• Remember about the fellow seekers who disappeared along the road.
• Catch a cold.

So I didn't see any reindeer, nor possums, but it was still a very nice evening. Now, plug the common greetings.

(Dang. Just started and late already...)
So, last Friday saw me attending a Casper and the Cookies show at Club TSI, in Jacksonville, FL. The Caspers were playing with initially local and now worldwide new stars Black Kids, and as it was on a week-end night close to the break, I offered to do merch' for them, which they gracefully accepted. Thanks again for welcoming me, guys.

I like doing merch'. It's the best to meet people, see some shows, have nice chats, push product you care for. The setup at TSI isn't the best however, as the merch' table is close to the entrance, and you can't really see the stage at the other side of the club. Ecco. They usually have penny PBRs at the beginning of the evening though, so after a few you don't really mind.

The show was great, the house was packed. Casper mixed some old favorites ("Sid from Central Park", "Barking in the Garden of Ill Repute", "Hey Mr Superstar", among others) with some of their new songs such as "Marcel Marsalis", "Little Lady Larva", the now standard "Kiss me beneath the Christmas Tree" (don't forget to check the X-rated version on Daytrotter), and a surprise. And what a surprise ! The very last song was a cover of Pixies' "Hey", with Jim on lead vocals. Very impressive cover, the guitars were maybe a bit too shy, but Kay and Joe really nailed the rhythmic session.
The Black Kids played a short show, barely eight songs, but their repertoire counts only 11 songs, so... They were tight, far tighter than I ever saw them so far, which is hardly a surprise with the intense several-hours-a-day practice regimen they've been following for their upcoming UK tour. OK, the transitions are not really up to it, but that's easy to fix.
I'm glad for the Black Kids. I was at their Athens Popfest show, this famous Saturday early afternoon at Little Kings, right during the heatwave, where they blew the audience's mind. Nobody was expecting them, and they delivered the most danceable, clap-your-hands-and-cheer pop songs. The rest is history: they got picked up by some reputable blogs, then the buzz got sent to the NME, and there they went. Let's touch wood that they keep the spirits high and the heads cold.

Links:
Casper and the Cookies
Black Kids