My computer has shit the proverbial bed... after a mere 4 months of usage, albeit hardcore usage. All my "material" is on there: new albums, mixtapes, concert listings. And I feel, as Tobias would say, "like a Mary without Peter or a Paul". But we continue march on. You gotta be strong. Put your head down and power through. Sorry... I've been watching Season 1 Arrested Development
again.
So as I wait for my 'pooter to get out of the computer hospital, I've done what no respectable commited partner would do with a loved one bed-ridden. I partied really hard. So hard that the participators have dubbed it "double teaming the Frisco circuit". Friday, we "double teamed the Frisco circuit".
In layman's terms, that translate to going to two shows in one night. Sure sure, SXSW is a million times more intense than that but come on, Potrero and the Loin in one night? Give us some credit. The night started at the Great American Music Hall to see twee-pop hitmakers The Boy Least Likely To. Their set was full of boisterous clapping and flamboyant hand gestures, and capped by a sub-par cover of George Michael's "Faith". But all in all, I was impressed with what a bunch of nice looking lads from England can do with very very... hmmm, how should i put it lightly... "sissy" music. No, in all seriousness, I love the album The Best Party Ever, and the band had such pizzazz, enough to fuel all the ice cream trucks in the world. On top of that, the preview of new songs were excellent.
The Boy Least Likely To: They're pretty sensitive.
The train rolled on into the Bottom of the Hill station 'round midnight two songs late into the cultish, ultra weird entity known as Danielson. Let me be the 4000th to say that Ships is one of the best releases of 2006 thus far. Clad in costume and armed with freaky ass art rock, noisy in all the right places, insanely catchy in others, Danielson danced and "totally creeped" out the crowd through the best slivers of Ships. They come off like scraps from the dumpster of a doll factory, there is some resemblance to freighteningly pristine pop, but in actuality we're looking at severed limbs and dangling eyeballs of noise. Jacob "Louise" described them as being infected by The Joker's laughing product, a gross sickening smile on a pale white face. Bottom line, Daniel Smith is talented artist, a master chemist, mixing jarring inaccesiblity with well crafted melody and song. And they're totally weird.
Bro. Danielson: I don't find this weird at all.
Dessert came in the form of Pretty Girls Make Graves Sunday night. But rather than sweet, Seattle's own's offerings were a bit tart. The inadequacies of Elan Vital really pale to the raw awesomeness of both The New Romance and Good Health. And though neither show nor new album are bad (especially the accordian led monster hit "Selling the Wind") , it just ain't the same. They should be commended for giving us their hearts and experimenting with new keyboard sounds (thanks to noob keyboardist Leona Naess), but most of me say, "let's take a step back."
Pretty Girls Make Graves: I like this picture a lot.
Well, I'll see you when I see you, dear readers. Pray for my baby to come home safe.
The Boy Least Likely To: http://www.theboyleastlikelyto.co.uk/
Danielson: http://danielson.info/
Pretty Girls Make Graves: http://www.prettygirlsmakegraves.com/
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