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Wednesday, April 29, 2009


Cut Off Your Hands @ North Star Bar (5/02/09)

Cut Off Your Hands is the sound of charming, imported hipsters crashing your junior prom. The four-piece from New Zealand has not only proven to be the most danceable synth-free band currently inhabiting the planet, but that their interpretation of musical history is far from laughable. “Expectations” has frontman Nick Johnston imitating the yelps of Robert Smith, “Turn Cold” was likely jacked from the cutting-room floor of The Queen is Dead, and “Heartbreak” drips with the poetic anarchy of Idlewild. They also, however, manage to incorporate sounds more appropriate for gymnasium gyrating: “Happy as Can Be” is as accessibly playful as (and infinitely more listenable than) The Killers’ debut and “In The Name of Jesus Christ” is the delightfully saccharine ballad perfect for slow-dancing with your sweetie. The band are well on their way to becoming rightfully pretentious pop icons in the tradition of Suede (whose Bernard Butler produced their latest album), so don’t miss a chance to see them for $10 at the 300-capacity North Star Bar… We promise it’ll make you the coolest person you know a year from now. Izzy Cihak

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BELL @ The First Unitarian Church

Tuesday, April 28, 2009


BELL
@ The First Unitarian Church
4/26/09
www.myspace.com/whoisbell

It’s safe to say that little could make a Sunday trip to church more exciting than a bling-dripping chanteuse rockin’ a keytar. Olga Bell, Russia-born Brooklynite, found herself in the AC-free chapel of Philadelphia’s First Unitarian Church on a sweaty Sunday evening between her two-piece percussion section, performing something along the lines of an epic synthetic opera. The chapel, adorned with gold filigree and stained glass windows, housed Bell’s eccentrically expressive vocals (more than slightly reminiscent of Bjork), which coated the room as Jason Nazary and Gunnar Olsen pounded away at drums, traditional and electronic, culminating in a beautifully avant-garde brand of electro pop . The chapel shook as the trio stomped and clapped their way through “ECHINACEA” and “Eat Seeds” provided an aesthetically endearing singer/songwriter musicality far more intriguingly postmodern than anything likely to be found on VH1’s “Artist to Watch.” The band manages to blend hipster irony with sincere musicality: rhythmically-blinking plastic drums collided with classical soprano in a way that would’ve brought Brecht to a blissfully violent climax. Izzy Cihak

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Rosi Golan @ The Tin Angel

Friday, April 17, 2009


Rosi Golan
@ The Tin Angel
4/16/09
www.rosigolan.com

Rosi Golan found herself endearingly encased in a scarf, wool hat, and flannel overcoat on a sunny Spring day for her first Philadelphia appearance. Sitting upon the stage of the Tin Angel, the ineffably charming pint-sized folk chanteuse performed songs from her debut, The Drifter & the Gypsy, for a modest yet engrossed audience. Her songs blend the chicness of New York scenesters with the playful pop artistry of VH1’s “You Oughta Know.” The alt. country of “Think of Me” displayed a beautiful and delicately dejected romanticism, “I Don’t Wanna Wait” could’ve been the perfect solo sing-along for a lonely desert drive, and “C’est L’amour” had the sound of a modern day fairy tale of the hippest princess in the kingdom. Izzy Cihak

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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Birdwatchers of America
There Have Been Sightings

RATING: Semi-obnoxious

The Massachusetts quartet is marred with pretensions of epic songs imbued with deep meaning. It adds up to bland and straightforward lightweight rock. The only exceptional track, “Going Down To Paterson” is buried next to the bottom of the disc. Trim the fat and for god sakes kill the harmonies. -Paul C. Dowd

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The Burning Dirty Band

Goodbye Dominion

RATING: Bad Ass

This Virginia band wears its Tweedy, Britt Daniel, and Robbie Robertson influences on its sleeve, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. This earnest and ambitious album is steeped in Americana roots blended with just enough abstract weirdness. “Only Ghost,” with its eerie cascading guitar line, is an absolute gem. -PCD

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The Campbell Apartment
Insomniac’s Almanac

RATING: Iconic

A carefree look at life’s struggles comes out of Canada. Most people have struggled with romance at some point in their lives. For example, “Long Distance Relationship (Is A Four Letter Word),” is a lighthearted alternative pop track explaining how this type of a relationship will be O-V-E-R. The Campbell Apartment features an “airy” alternative sound. - Leslie Snyder

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Cethkyn

Classics


RATING: No Comment


Let’s be honest, hardcore metal bands come a dime a dozen and Cethkyn’s album, Classics, is sadly no different. Completely lacking individuality, Classics offers unoriginal tracks that sound exactly like every other band in this genre. Sure, it’s high energy and in your face, but it’s only unique by name. –Kate Gamble


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Dearestazazel

Be Mine

RATING: Listenable

While their name may be a tongue twister of sorts, there is nothing that complex about the music of Dearestazazel. Relying heavily on 80s era synthesizers, the Atlanta-based foursome is reminiscent of current pop-rock acts like Metro Station. Equal parts bouncy keyboards and throbbing beats, Dearestazazel offers up fun, guilty-pleasure tunes – just in time for summer vacation. - Daniel Alonso

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Elias: The Band

Our Sophomore Effort

RATING: Completely Intolerable

An “obnoxious rant” comes out of Canada. A family can become consumed with conflict. For example, “The Opener” is a noisy alternative track about a son being angry about not being able to live up to his father’s “lofty” expectations. Elias: The Band offers nonstop screaming throughout this CD. - LS

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Evolv

Fragments


RATING: Semi Obnoxious


Evolv’s newest album, Fragments, should have just been titled “Boring." While their sound is very much like Sevendust, Evolv doesn’t have the same power to captivate and becomes tedious after the first few tracks. The “hidden track” is the most interesting song on the album, but all others are lackluster. –KG


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Fiction 20 Down

Welcome to the Grassroots

RATING: No Comment

They say don’t judge a book by it’s cover but it proved difficult when the inside photo behind the band’s disc is the group (four relatively clean cut young men) smiling at the camera at a sports bar. Badass? I think not. If you are a fan of the Dave Matthews/college rock milieu, you will probably hitch your wagon to Fiction 20 Down’s star. Maybe after a few drinks at the keg party the songs start to sound better. -DA

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Ganto Barn

The Gorgeously Hanged


RATING: Listenable


The Gorgeously Hanged has potential but could still use some tweaking. Ganto Barn’s sound can be some what akin to Offspring and has a post punk flavor. “Living off goats blood,” has got to be the highlight of the album followed closely by “Dead Rum.” Decent, but begging for perfection. –KG


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Seizure Crypt

Under the Gun


RATING: Listenable


With a track titled, “Crazy Cat Lady,” can you really go wrong? Under the Gun presents a band that doesn’t need to take themselves too seriously in order to be heard. With tracks that end in gurgling, Seizure Crypt sounds like that old school hardcore group you used to love. –KG


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Thaykay

Tan Cerca del Sol

RATING: Semi-obnoxious

The Spanish band Thaykay creates self-proclaimed “emotional prog-rock music” inspired by bands such as Tool and Incubus. However, they are not updating the metal/prog rock sound of the 1990s nor creating anything innovative or original. The most interesting cuts, such as their self-titled track, are those that incorporate both classical and Afro-Latin elements. -DA


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Propagandhi @ the Troc (3/14)
See, many of you think I’m a vegan. I’m here to tell you that that is no longer true. I now believe in eating free range human beings.”

There are only a few places that this statement would elicit applause and cheers of approval, one of which being the Trocadero Theatre in Philadelphia, on Mar. 14, where Chris Hannah stirred the crowd into an uproar with one of his only bits of between song banter. He had a lot to live up to, after all, as Propagandhi’s avid willingness to spread their radical rhetoric had earned them a bit of notoriety - not to mention that they had not been to the east coast in nearly eight years. “Yeah, I believe that the way humans live is the most humane method of raising edible livestock.”

This tongue-in-cheek aside led the band into their newest testament of veganism, “Human(e) Meat." The cut was one of the handful the band played off of their newest full-length, Supporting Caste, which Hannah also managed to comment on. “We have a new record out, and I can tell by the drooling faces during the new songs that you don’t all have it yet.”

The band’s history is a long and progressive one, beginning with 1993’s How To Clean Everything. While the band’s politics and belief systems that have remained unchanged throughout its career, the sonic aesthetic is something that followers of the band’s entire catalogue will find suddenly veers. How To Clean Everything and its follow-up, Less Talk, More Rock, were politically confrontational while being aggressive, though in a more standard, less technical way than later records would soon unveil. After the departure of bassist John K. Samson, a new era of Propagandhi was ushered in, seemingly with the addition of secondary vocalist and songwriter Todd Kowalski, and the three albums that followed have confirmed Propagandhi as both one of the world’s most talented and politically involved bands.

Supporting Caste, the band’s fifth proper studio album, falling conveniently into place within the second era of the band that began with 2001’s Today’s Empires, Tomorrow’s Ashes, and continued in 2005 with Potemkin City Limits. The album begins in pummeling fashion, with pinpoint rhythms and dense riffs, added to by the band’s newest addition, second guitar player David “The Beaver” Guillas. Kowalski’s lyrics reference a friend working the night shift on a dangerous side of town, and Hannah’s flair for short arpeggiated guitar leads shines through.

The album’s title track begins the intense political metaphor and imagery for which the band is known, aligning the end of the world with the rolling credits of a terrible film, citing that the only way one will be featured would be to have been a “shepherd king, a virgin birth, a resurrection, a messianic prince or some such childish thing.” Hannah’s lyrics read like a well informed rant written in prose, creating readable paragraphs within the songs that twist and bend to rhyme and fill in the holes between elaborate musical passages.

“Dear Coach’s Corner” finds the band in top melodic form while relating the still scathing commentary of the lyrics to something as simple and seemingly politically neutral as hockey. Hannah spends the song questioning the need and purpose of pre game rituals that he compares to the rallies at Nuremburg. “Specifically the function the ritual serves in conjunction with what everybody knows is in the end a kid’s game. I’m just appealing to your sense of fair play when I say she’s puzzled by the incessant pressure for her to not defy the collective will, and yellow ribboned lapels, as the soldiers inexplicably rappel down from the arena rafters.”

The introduction of the song is a blazing mix of quick chord changes and a nicely placed lead, all dissolving into a single strummed clean guitar pattern while Hannah’s lyrics take center stage.

The album’s crowning gem, however, is “Human(e) Meat," which piles every element that Propagandhi has become known for into one solid rager that details the way in which the band would dissect and consume cook book author and chef Sandor Katz. “With gratitude and tenderness I singed every single hair from his body, gently placed his decapitated head in a stock pot, boiled off his flesh and made a spread-able head cheese." The band’s passion for animal activism shines through in stunning light on this track, mocking those who claim to gain some sort of pseudo spiritual connection through meat. “Because I believe that one can only relate with another living creature by completely destroying it."

Though Propagandhi have long stood for a strict rhetoric of political beliefs, the same can not always be said for their fans, as can be attested to by recent tour-mate Andy Nelson, bassist for Philadelphia’s Paint It Black. “It's been eye opening to tour with Propagandhi [just to see] how many people aren't politically conscious, and that's not a knock on the band, it's just a testament to the fact that they put out pop punk records on Fat [Wreck Chords] in the '90s."

This does not seem to deplete the band’s impact in Nelson’s eyes, however. “[Paint It Black doesn't] take the stand that political punk can change the world in and of itself, but it definitely changed me as a person, and it changed a lot of people. Certainly people make a difference in the world. Propagandhi was a band I'm sure a lot of people see as a band that shapes the way that we think and the way we view the world."- Justin Lutz

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Tommy Avallone & his Community College
Tommy Avallone is not quite sick of his latest movie, Community College, which would surprise anyone if they knew anything about the past few years of his life. The indie comedy has been four years in the making. The 80-minute movie finally reached its first climax when it premiered at the Trocadero Theater on April 1, packing 350 seats of the near-500 in the venue. Among the general audience there was a very respectable response: laughter, turning in chairs, having a pretty good time, and a bit more laughter.

Community College follows four guys—Chino (Jordan McSorley), Rod Oswald Dean (Tim Dean), Herby (Tommy Avallone), and Jonny300 (Jonathan Dean), who are all attending a very purgatorial college in Haddon Heights, New Jersey. As they get drunk daily, fall asleep in class daily, and generally slack off, it’s revealed that the group is merely staying connected with academia to get free health care. But the short class periods, complete with annoying peers and too much work, are not good for the group. The guys spend most of their time at a local bar, the “Barrington Pub,” where they get free drinks from their bartender friend, Smutty.

After a day where the bar is closed without warning, and all four of the guys are trying to find some logical explanation and not freak out, Smutty fills everybody in that the bar has been going through some economic throws and will have to be shut down. The guys are informed, however, that if they can raise the $10,000 to pay off the bills, they can become the owners of the bar, and then, logically, they can start getting free drinks again. The catch: they only have a month to do it. “The goal is to work hard to eventually not work at all,” explains Avallone. And the main story makes a lot of sense—it’s familiar but not cliché, on the border of comedy and tragedy, yet never becoming melodramatic.

At times, Community College runs a bit into the realm of absurdity, leaving viewers scratching their heads at all the over-the-top zaniness—like when Avallone’s character, Herby, recalls his last girlfriend, who is a mermaid. He dumps her because she won’t put out: “No vagina, no dice.” Where does that come from? At the same time, the movie hits on a humorous, nonsensical side to college life, an alternate reality in itself, that anyone and everyone who has ever set foot on a campus can probably relate to. Ever heard anyone say they are “majoring in rebellion”?

Perhaps the movie succeeds in its comedic relevance because Avallone, who wrote, directed, edited, co-produced (with Brian L. Hagan) and co-starred in Community College, has always been of the mind to write what you know. “I wrote this in 2005 and, at the time, I was going to college and I was working as a video store clerk,” Avallone remarks. “Well, you can’t write a movie about being a video store clerk, so I wrote about a community college. I didn’t want to grow up, so the whole movie is about not wanting to grow up by going to college.”

The content of the movie, which includes countless cameos by friends and celebrities, as well as strange characters, like a purple octopus hanging around the bar all the time without any reasonable explanation, give this movie a weird, inside-joke vibe that is confusing but humorous nonetheless. The movie seems to obviously draw in from some bigger names in indie comedy. “I was influenced by Kevin Smith because he did a lot with little,” says Avallone. “And early Richard Linklater. Anytime there’s something [in Slacker] about anything at all, they move on to nothing.” But Avallone has also been trying to get away from the obviously-mimicked approaches in his first movies (Wasted Apples, Small Kid Tank Top, Here’s the Yesterday) and develop a look of his own, an idea not too difficult for someone who ran for town mayor as an homage to Andy Kaufman.

One of the most creative qualities to Community College is its core plot. Some of the best comedy movies have really only been successful as movies because of their stories, characters and settings, and Community College would probably never have succeeded without its memorable scenes. Examples include entry into a college class for dumb and deaf students, featuring Avallone’s character, Herby, making fun of his unsuspecting peers with a live studio audience; a war between two lemonade stands; a crashed party where the four protagonists each get some very strange action; a flea market where a boxed-up head is purchased. Then there’s the reoccurring home base at the school’s library, which is used by the four as a center for schemes, plans and, ultimately, recovery. Yes, Avallone has created a masterful micro-world by doing so much with not necessarily so little, but with what is available, and what many know.

While the movie was a thrill ride that moved fluidly from scene to scene, the humor’s source was often hidden. Where did that joke come from? What the heck is going on? Are they talking about what I think they’re talking about? These questions and more ceaselessly pop up, making the movie stagger and turn, working to both break up the endless stream of jokes but also raise an eyebrow or two. A perfect is example is Michael Ray Bower’s cameo. You probably remember Bower back in the day from Salute Your Shorts. He was the one who played Donkey Lips. He was also in Dude, Where’s My Car? and more recently, he was in an Amp (the beverage) commercial involving jumper cables attached to his nipples. The genius and ultimate issue with Bower’s presence in Community College was that Bower’s hypnotist character is directly referred to as Donkey Lips, and not everyone may know the reference. But only seconds away, Herby pegs this young grade-school girl in the head with a dodge ball.

Working with Bower meant a lot to Avallone, who really never had the chance to work with an established actor before. “He grew up doing this. I’m the guy in charge and I had to talk to a guy who’s already a professional about what to do,” Avallone says. “We ended up suiting the role to him. We said, ‘Let’s rewrite this so we can make this funny for you.’ So we had him playing himself as a hypnotist. I always like when people make fun of themselves in the movie. You have Donkey Lips in a movie and you have him reference Donkey Lips.”

Despite how much is going on under the surface, the movie constantly rebounds from its hidden side of strange, anecdotal references. Even if you don’t know the history Scott Schwarts, Brian Heffron, MC Lars, or Bob Levy, their roles are still hilarious. Scott Schwartz, who plays the bars owner, played Flick in A Christmas Story. Brian Heffron is the infamous wrestler, Blue Meanie. MC Lars is the self-proclaimed originator of post-punk laptop rap. And Bob Levy is the popular comedian from New Jersey, featured regularly on "The Howard Stern Show."

But these great guest actors, and the dynamic roles they play, as well as the quality of the video and audio, and the overall pizzazz of the story itself, almost never happened. Community College has a history, and the end result is far more substantial than it could have been. Through an amazing resilience, Avallone and his team, which includes Brian L. Hagan, Michael Licisyn, Tim and Jon Dean, Bower, Robert Boileau, and Michael Pallante, went through excruciating difficulties in trying to get the film to be where they want it. “In 2005, we canned the movie for the first time and decided we wanted to rehearse. It’s always better to shoot in nice weather, so we decided to wait and shoot in the summer of 2006,” explains Avallone. “We rehearsed for a little bit, then we decided to shoot on the weekend. That took up until November, 2006. Some of the cameos we had to wait on. MC Lars—that was February 2007. Then there were a lot of it was technical problems. 2007 to 2008 was spent capturing everything.”

Now, it’s well into 2009 and Avallone’s entertaining movie has had its initial success, but Avallone still wonders, ponders, all the effort he put into it. “After you hit a certain point—you work on a movie for so many years—you ask the question: is it ever going to be good enough to face completion?," he says. "But I haven’t gotten tired of the movie yet. I think the movie’s short. At 80 minutes, it’s not too long, and you’re never like this [looks at his watch]. I haven’t hated it yet.” - Greg Bem

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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Metal Machine Music: Nine Inch Nails and the Industrial Uprising
4/7/09
MVD Visual

Metal Machine Music: Nine Inch Nails and the Industrial Uprising plays like an A&E presentation of a music history midterm essay, complete with narration by a former attendee of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, Thomas Arnold. The 136-minute documentary chronicles the history of Industrial music and Nine Inch Nails through a series of interviews with guys in black T-shirts and archival footage largely irrelevant to the topic being discussed. This sterilely cheesy re-telling of the story of Industrial does, however, contain some surprisingly pleasant nuts and bolts, even if getting to them can be a bit like distilling Chinese cooking wine for “maximum drinkability.”

The commentary, provided largely by Metal Edge and Revolver contributors, along with band historians, is actually far more insightful than would be expected. The best subjects, however, prove to be those who were on the front lines, including former Nine Inch Nails members Chris Vrenna and Richard Patrick, along with Chemlab mainman Jared Louche. The most satisfying portion of the documentary though is the footage likely drawn from old bootlegs, including performances of “Suck” and “Sin” from Nine Inch Nails' Petty Hate Machine tour and beautifully brutal footage of Ministry from when they were still relevant.

While the nearly hour-long Behind the Music style Industrial documentary is more impressive than it initially looks and the nearly two-hour-long Nine Inch Nails documentary encompassed in Metal Machine Music is more impressive than it initially looks, the two don’t necessarily mesh as easily as the filmmakers assume. Although, if you’re merely looking for a few good, digitized clips from your collection of VHS bootlegs or a select few words of wisdom, it may be worth a once-through… In case saving time is your thing, the most poignant moment of the whole film comes only seven minutes in, when Genesis P-Orridge, the God(like) genius behind all of this, eloquently sums up Industrial music: “Punks would say ‘Learn three chords and form a band’ and we’d say ‘Why learn any chords?’ As soon as you learn the chords you’re surrendering to the status quo.” Izzy Cihak

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Sunday, April 5, 2009

The Human Animal
The United States of Auschwitz
[RE]Evolution
http://thehumananimal.com

Rating: BADASS

From the on the set of The Human Animal's debut release, it is apparent that you aren't going to be subjected to diamond encrusted pipe dreams that go up in smoke faster than you can skip to the next track. The United States of Auschwitz (first of three releases by The USA Project), named after the infamous Nazi concentration camp, paints a grim post 9-11 apocalyptic world fueled by greedy conglomerates feeding off each other in frenzy. The album introduction sets the stage with various sound clips related to the Iraqi War embedded within an ominous dark synth. The production on most of the CD sticks with format, which at times makes it difficult to tell the difference between one song and the next. Despite this, The Human Animal maneuvers stanzas with relative ease and lyrical creditability. In "Pimp My Whip" he quips, "Why we torturing a detainee/when the real war criminal is Dick Cheney?" over the CD's more upbeat tracks (with a Nas sample thrown in for good measure). The project's closing and most poignant track "Children of War", The Human Animal offers his perspective on soldiers raping and pillaging Iraqi villages. This definitely not for the faint of heart (or seekers of the next dance step). -9th Element

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Friday, April 3, 2009

Asobi Seksu
Hush
2/17/09
Polyvinyl Record Co.
www.asobiseksu.com

Rating: BADASS

Although Asobi Seksu are still being referred to as shoegaze, their third album, Hush, contains a far more accessible (“Ouch!” I promise I meant no harm) sound than the proudly pretentious aforementioned genre. The album often embraces the epic dream pop of so many of the band’s Brooklyn peers (“Gliss”), at times it sounds like Thurston Moore trying his hand at twee (“Transparence”), and on occasion it even takes up a brand of dance-chart-climbing synth pop along the lines of Shiny Toy Guns (“Layers”). Considering their former sound, which could often be described as subversively elitist, their mastery of something that could almost, possibly, vaguely border on mainstream, is a shocking and impressive feat. And with the trimming of the fuzz, Asobi Seksu may lose a portion of their Williamsburg fanbase, but they have surely increased their chances of getting one of their songs into the season finale of Gossip Girl... and that's not such an awful thing after all. Izzy Cihak

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Roxy Epoxy and the Rebound
Band Aids on Bullet Holes
3/10/09
Metropolis Records
www.roxyepoxy.com

Rating: BADASS

On her first post Epoxies effort Roxy Epoxy projects a Frankenstein of B-music Scream Queens. Opening track “Walls” replicates the vocal swagger of tattooed psychobilly badass Patricia Day of the Horrorpops. “1000” glitters like the synthetic post punk Aimee Echo has produced in theSTART. “Svengali” resembles the brash glamour that former Lunachick Theo Kogan has become known for. The album’s title, Band Aids on Bullet Holes, even displays a cleverness akin to Jessicka Fodera’s Scarling, whose debut EP was titled “Band Aid Covers the Bullet Hole” (Really? Like no one was going to notice?). Although a few of Roxy’s inspirations are heard a bit too literally, those influences are all fortunately fabulous enough that it’s honestly hard to care. And with that, The Rebound have managed what is likely the year’s best debut album and the musical equivalent to a mirror ball wrapped in neon fishnet and glow-in-the-dark electrical tape. Izzy Cihak

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Thursday, April 2, 2009

The Whispertown 2000 @ The Barbary (4/11/09)

There's something wonderfully endearing about hearing a pretty girl evoke her inner sailor. "I can't God damn believe this shit," croons Morgan Nagler with a painful charm during “Ebb and Flow,” the most impressive track on her band’s sophomore effort, Swim, released last October. The title was likely inspired by the fact that the group's sound is along the lines of seafarers who listen to Morrissey. Nagler, frontwoman and primary songwriter for the Whispertown 2000, blends the delicately sweet melancholy of Aimee Mann with the adorably subversive eroticism of Melora Creager. Her band boasts lyrics of a struggle to hang on and push forward, coupled with vocality that questions whether this world grants such a sentiment. Their tone runs the gamut from the scene-approved alt. country of Jenny Lewis to the Americana folk of Gillian Welch (whose Acony Records released Swim). Playful sing-alongs for gentle sailing, such as "103" and "Old Times" are balanced with the classically moody blues undertones of "Done with Love" and "Erase the Lines.” Come check out the Whispertown 2000’s April 11th gig at the Barbary and watch Ms. Nagler poignantly balance the roles of princess and pirate. Izzy Cihak

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