A mind-altering dose of inspiration to overturn your binary tragedy.
Monday 3/5 @ The Delancey. 8p-1a.
And 2 for 1 drinks!
Incomprehensibly beautiful and inexorably fucked up, featuring:
8:30 – Elisa Flynn – cited as spearheading a genre of literate rock songs, Ms. Flynn writes songs that explore historical themes, allusively. Sometimes she unleashes a swirling dreampop cyclotron, other times a savage roar, often both at once. http://www.elisaflynn.com/
9:15 – Le Cowboy – If Meaghan Burke (cello), Bernd Klug (double bass), and David Schweighart (drums), three of Vienna’s most thrillingly high-energy improvisers, were to release their full power in the trio “le cowboy,” they would likely end up with a graveyard of (lovingly) destroyed instruments. Fortunately, they don’t. Le cowboy lets its story unfold slowly – a story of a music on the brink of self-destruction, a music that simmers, stutters, scratches against its own boundaries in the constant drama of expectation of a climax which is never to be indulged. (WOW). http://www.reverbnation.com/lecowboyband
10 – PARTY PACK – Party Pack! is a band dedicated to exploring the combination of late-90′s grunge rock with free improvisation in a trio setting. Dustin Carlson and Adam Hopkins contribute compositions. The trio covers a lot of varied ground and let their influences run rampant, feeling equally at home opening for a band like Sonic Youth as they would opening for Tim Berne. http://adamhopkinsbass.wordpress.com/projects/party-pack/
10:45 – Animal Tropical – four friends from childhood who – despite their varying interests — always wanted to be in a band. Pabona, the guitarist, is an amateur anthropologist and mystic; Norge, the drummer, is a filmmaker and dabbler in fashion photography; Jose Jose, the piano player, writes poetry and paints pictures of rottweilers; Jarrett, bass player, is a full on gourmand and food scholar. But Saturday nights (or any time you care to party), they forget all of that: handi-camera and dagga sprout, pencil and spatula are toweled stowed, amps switched on, and soon enough Cuban heels spiral off of feet, and cymbals crash, and all of Miami is set in muggy motion (and the fun isn’t limited to Miami, of course: this contagion has, over the years, spread up the peninsula to every corner of the south and midatlantic and Midwest; Johnstown! Wichita! Brooklyn! Peroria! Sioux Falls!) Indeed, after their peculiar fashion sense (a sultan’s wardrobe of cuban heels, perfumed hankies,leisure suits and open collared oxfords, all dismissed as “natural elegance”), AT are best known for their under-the-big-top flavored live performances, spectacles of an intensity that belies the craftiness of their music. http://animaltropical.bandcamp.com/album/just-between-us-girls
11:30 – Clapperclaw – “clapperclaw” ..v. to claw with the nails, heap obscenties upon; n. an argumentative woman.. ……………………………….:.mct.:………Clapperclaw is the heavily conceptual solo project of ..BAD CREDIT NO CREDIT..’s Carrie-Anne Murphy. It is intended to be listened to only when the time finally arrives that all the problems in the world have been resolved and new problems need to be created in order to alleviate boredom…
12:15 – Necklace Sandwich – Jeremy Gustin. Xander Naylor. They are the best. Surgeons of the disgruntled groove. Rest assured you’ll here a disruptively alchemic masterpiece this evening.