West Palm Beach band Centuries released last week their first full length on Southern Lord Records, a heavy hitter when it comes to metal/hardcore/punk. If you happen to be in Florida this weekend catch them in sweaty hot intimate house shows in both Tampa and Miami.
Respect the space, respect each other, respect the neighbors. These are people putting up these shows in their own houses in residential neighborhoods, people should appreciate this and act reponsibily so they keep coming.
Here’s the thing: divided against ourselves, Bleating-heart conservatives to the back and crybaby liberals to the back. Unwhites front and center. Prepare to feel the surplus value of the Masters of the Universe.
Beer-rel chested bleached people stomping. "The world is fixed" they declaimed in 1945, nothing was. We’ve had almost a century now, going mad, crazy, squirming worms on oily hot ashes, threatened with Brake of Time bomb.
Looking in the face of death we look at raw-eyed death, reflex-gag death smoke-filled, polydextroglucerine-filled soda-filled, Cars 2 filled, Despicable Me filled, shrunk-wrapped licking the plastic from the inside and where was life?
It was jizzed out on a farm in New York in 1969. It was Juan Thompson picking up his daddy’s skull in 2005. It is the new slaves trimming the grass. It is the New Feudalism in Mexican drug wars.
Backfired Cold War situation left America alone, the People forming ranks, against each other. Americans against Americans.
The Ignorant vs The Apathetic but all are blind and none is aware. One more 9/11 and my dad will start killing.
The classes are gone, the races persist, the money IS STILL GOD. (Look to your dollars, symbols of GOOD FAITH) Reprinted ad infinitum as the latifundi of wealth spread like Punic War-m butter. Churches are empty, Offices are full. Funny thing is there are no jobs. Pledge to USA, Sue the S.A. - new founding fathers’ role models.
No one told us the next step, so what do we do? You’re going nowhere. There is no homework. Cry and hold the bed.
You’ll lose fingernails as the rape comes on. Daddy Time is here to beat you. Think fast, Mama History will Eat you. Put you back in her ancient vagina and soak you back into the universe you thought you knew but first-glimpsed when the fist that punched and broke your empty head.
Instagram betrays your location, it’s easier than ever to find you. Run or fight. #nofilter
Part 2 of 2 photo selections from this year’s Pitchfork Music Festival.
Instead of writing a long, boring coverage I’ll just point out a few observations:
Chicago’s summer is too hot and humid, worse than Miami for sure. It reminded me of those steamy NYC summer days where you see people shirtless on the streets and kids playing with hydrants.
It was my first time seeing a bunch of these bands that I’ve known for years, felt weird, seemed like indie-rock christmas to me.
Trash Talk was really fun. I noticed how they don’t have the tall white guy drumming anymore.
This was my second time in Chicago, as well as my second time attending the festival, and by talking to a few locals this time I realized that Union Park is in the “ghetto” (their words). It seemed like the area is getting some heavy gentrification with a row of venues, bars, high end restaurants and lofts.
I reeeaaaaally loved the record labels tent. Spent more money than I wanted too.
There were a lot of porta potties, that’s always a plus.
It’s very good to see the Pitchfork people are getting down with more local food and beer vendors.
Pissed Jeans are weirder live than I thought. I like it.
Wire’s set bored the hell out of me, and what’s with the iPad by Colin’s mic.
Savages are way better live than on record.
The Breeders killed it, started off with the best songs and kept the pace throught their whole set. But I guess it was expected since they only played songs off Last Splash.
Bjork did not remove that freaky thing of her head at all, very good set though. I don’t have any shots of her because she was the only artist that prohibited press from taking photos.
Very broad group range when it comes to attendees, from kids with their parents to 50+ with their beach chairs.
Couldn’t attend day 3 because I had to fly back to Miami that afternoon :(
The 2013 edition of the Pitchfork Music Festival happened a couple of weeks ago. I had to opportunity to attend and was able to take photos around. This is part 1 of 2 photo selections from the festival.
Selebrities performs “Living Dead” at the Mercury Lounge, NYC
So I have been saving up this clip from the Brooklyn band Selebrities for just the right moment. I immediately recognized singer Maria Usbeck from her other excellent band Soda Shop. Her voice is so beautiful and can meld into many genres of music quite seamlessly. In Soda Shop she packs a pure doo-wop wallop while Selebrities makes what they refer to as “voguish summertime goth.” Personally I love it all.
Reflecting again on Selebrities and their most recent full length release “Delusions” I also realize that this is a big moment for me and their record label Cascine. I have been listening to their velvety voiced label mate Chad Valley constantly since CMJ ‘11. I also love Evan Voytas’ dreamy and transporting melodies too. It seems I am hooked on synths at the close of 2011. Who knows what 2012 will bring. I can’t wait to find out…