A plug for a show I will never see. You bastards.
Look at that poster. For Bangs’ sake.
It’s like they threw an Everett True party and deliberately didn’t invite me.
This music is wonderful: brash, unafraid, reared and raised on my peers (Babes In Toyland, Heavens To Betsy, old school grunge). Female. Teenage. Reminds me of Skinned Teen a little, but it would. Riot Grrrl, like I always understood it … i.e. female empowering, and not scared to experiment with new musical forms, and not rooted. Exciting, because this music could go anywhere. There’s a Tumblr blog full of cat pictures and vaguely menacing attitude. Of course there is. There’s a great song on the MySpace called ‘Eyes That Paralyze’ which mixes the spirit of the ‘lost’ Slits Rough Trade/Y album with some Furious Pig-style harmonics and wickedly distorted guitars. Of course there is. The band are from London. Of course they … no wait, that’s one reason why they sound so refreshing. This music is often American. Miasmic repetition. Sure there’s miasmic repetition. There are a couple of free downloads on the Soundcloud page. Of course there are … and of course they aren’t the best songs. Nathan from The Gossip would LOVE this – it’s Gothic, grunge AND teen female.
The Ethical Debating Society create a righteous racket, a confusion of good intentions and wonderful, garbled drumming. Vocals come strident and supportive and fast. You don’t need to understand or even make out individual consonants because you just know you’d be down the front dancing furious and spasmodic to the jerky, flailing rhythms, the storm drawing on elements of Allison Wolfe here and Carrie Brownstein there. The live recordings on their MySpace page are as tinny as fuck, but the sound quality only serves to heighten the sense of excitement, of jubilation, of freedom. They mention Liliput/Kleenex on their page – and damn, if I can’t feel that same sense of childlike glee.
Goddamn, if this isn’t but my heartland music. From the UK, apparently.
Who are these people? Why don’t they live near me, no, not on the same street because then we’d have to fucking listen to them enjoying themselves till 8.30 fucking pm every evening, bastarda. I still wake middle of the night on a cold sweat for the days when Kim Gordon would stand by the Exit sign and make sure my only way out was leaping off the stage: for when Kim Deal would stop her band’s set and berate me for not dancing enough: for when alcohol and delusion and loud sweet music were interchangeable and the only mountains that existed were mountains ringed with promise. There’s a song on the new Tunabunny album, ‘Perfect Time, Every Time’, that reminds me of all that – Patti Smith with all that androgyny and artistic leanings kicked the shit out of her – and more.
If that ain’t a reason to hate, I don’t know. What. Is.
If I’m honest, came to this via a member of Shrag via a member of … all right. Ian Svenonius. That should be enough recommendation for you all, on its own.