CONFIRMED! 7.11
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Chris Forsyth (Northern Spy Records… INFO)
Yeveto (FACEBOOK)
+1, TBA
Presented by Unregistered Nurse
$6/ 10pm
From Tiny Mix Tapes; http://www.tinymixtapes.com/news/chris-forsyth-signs-northern-spy-announces-tourdates-album-soundtrack-cocksucker-blues-and-fren
BIO:
Guitarist Chris Forsyth’s hypnotic compositions assimilate art rock texture with folk, blues, and experimental influences. Long active in the improv/experimental underground, he’s released a series of acclaimed solo and band-oriented records over the past few years, including his 2009 private press LP Dreams (reissued in 2011 on Family Vineyard) and Early Astral, a 2012 duo LP with Mountains’ Koen Holtkamp on Blackest Rainbow, that have earned favorable comparisons to Sandy Bull’s raga take on Chuck Berry and the majestic guitar tapestries of Television and Popol Vuh. His 2011 Paranoid Cat LP (also on Family Vineyard) has been described as “the work of an emergent master” (Uncut) and “a rapturous transmutation of noise into light” (Wire). Forsyth has toured throughout Europe and the US, sharing stages with such like-minded artists as Steve Gunn, Bill Orcutt, Ignatz, Rhys Chatham, and Träd Gräs och Stenar, and, from 2002 to 2011, as a member of Peeesseye. He has also collaborated with artists including Meg Baird, Tetuzi Akiyama, Mike Pride, Nate Wooley, and Shawn Edward Hansen, among others. Currently in the works are a new solo record titled Kenzo Deluxe, a record with the Paraniod Cat Band titled Solar Motel, a split cassette for the Preservation label with Loren Connors. Forsyth was awarded a 2011 Pew Fellowship int he Arts and resides in the City of Philadelphia, USA.
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CONFIRMED! 7.14
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presented by Adam Savage + Unregistered Nurse
DIARRHEA PLANET (Nashville TN, Infinity Cat Records)
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GRASS GIRAFFES (Athens GA)
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+ More TBA!
$7.00 Admission
10 PM
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“Shred till you’re dead, or go to hell.” - Diarrhea Planet
“Diarrhea Planet is a six-piece rock and roll band from Nashville, TN. Their sound has often been described as The Ramones holding Van Halen hostage with an arsenal of fireworks and explosives. Diarrhea Planet’s four guitarists provide enough riffs to make Jack Black squeal like a schoolgirl, while lead singer Hodan delivers enough hooks to straighten the curl out of Justin Timberlake’s hair. In a world of unintelligible lo-fi recording, reverb drenched vocals, and tuneless guitars, Diarrhea Planet aims to put the backbone back into rock and roll.” (There was more to this bio, but I mean, what else do you need to know?)
NYC:
Hollywood will be in NYC tomorrow with Los Ardillas (mem of Davilla 666)! Click the photo to RSVP
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CONFIRMED! 6/28
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Terrible Feelings (Powerpop from Sweeden)
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Paper Dragons (MD punk, reuinted!)
Highway Cross (DC garage punk mem of Cloak/Dagger & Triac)
Presented by Unregistered Nurse & Celebrated Summer Records
$7/ 10pm
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Unregistered Nurse & Golden West presents…
KING TUFF (Sub Pop)
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HABIBI (NYC)
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THE SLOW JERKS
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$8.00
ALL AGES
BAD BAD THING
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A more charismatic, enigmatic nomad of a furioso frontman/artist/guitar legend could not be imagined. You can’t make this shit up.
Grinning gold teeth behind blonde shades, in black, skeletal denim, with a studded “KING TUFF” across the shoulders where feral locks fall around his infamous “Sun Medallion.” With an acoustic guitar slung over the shoulder, King Tuff slinks through the abandoned halls of Detroit’s Malcolm X Academy. His baseball hat reads “VERMONT.” It’s the 4th of July.
Will somebody please snap a photo of this animal before it escapes back into the wilderness from which it came??!!
Magic Jake pulls up on a motorcycle, riding left-handed with his bass guitar hanging from the right arm, shoeless.
Kenny arrives in a rusted van, drums stacked in the back atop a shedding sofa complete with coffee table and a thermos full of god knows what.
Captain Cox, prodigy engineer, is attempting to “fix” the mixing console, on his back, under the wires, a flashlight between his teeth and soldering gun in hand.
“COX!” I bark, “What the FUCK are you doing?”
“Just trying to get these channels to work,” he laments.
“What’s wrong with them?” I lean under the desk and practically fall into a pile of live spaghetti.
“I built them,” he confesses.
King Tuff sits, center stage between Magic Jake and Kenny, his trademark guitar, Jazijoo, on his lap while the rhythm section diligently loops the groove under Tuff’s frenetic fingering.
Silent on a marble staircase, a ghost of a child, King Tuff, expressionless, leans back into a half shadow, with rays of silver rings leaping under incandescent light. The sessions go long into the bordering hours of morning.
Never…
