Listening to the blues from down here.

TV on the Radio, Starlight Ballroom

Sat­ur­day night’s TV on the Radio showed a band moti­vat­ed by their per­son­al ambi­tion and the polit­i­cal cli­mate in which they’re work­ing. Like the ear­ly days of U2, R.E.M. and more recent Radio­head albums, TV on the Radio com­bine pol­i­tics and love and con­fu­sion with­out over­pow­er­ing the audi­ences with melo­dra­ma or mes­si­ah com­plex­es. Tunde Ade­bimpe fronts the band like a man pos­sessed, bor­row­ing lib­er­al­ly from Michael Stipe’s histri­on­ic stage pres­ence, often flail­ing as he sings. Lead gui­tarist Kyp Mal­one snarls men­ac­ing­ly at his side, pro­vid­ing the beau­ti­ful, dan­ger­ous har­monies that make TV on the Radio’s trade­mark sound so sin­gu­lar­ly gor­geous and urgent.

The ener­gy and excite­ment they gen­er­ate does­n’t come with­out sac­ri­fices. The deft sep­a­ra­tion that defines the sound of Return to Cook­ie Moun­tain lit­er­al­ly gets lost in the mix, result­ing in a more uni­form fuz­ztone under­cur­rent that enveloped Des­per­ate Youth, Blood­thirsty Babes. But maybe that’s part­ly the point. For all the stu­dio artistry in evi­dence on their new album, their rabid live per­for­mances are what win over fans in the end. In sum, TV on the Radio embody many of the qual­i­ties that were once under­stood, per­haps too sim­ply in a now extinct for­mat, as mod­ern rock.

Con­tin­ue read­ing

Kissing Satan in the dark of the nightside eclipse.

Allen St. Church spire

  • New Coffins album just in time for Halloween!
  • Links updat­ed to include Paper Thin Walls [news and sin­gles] and Noise­week. A must!
  • Live review of Sat­ur­day’s sold out Griz­zly Bear/TV on the Radio/Save Dar­fur show at Starlight Ball­room. [Caught 60 Min­utes & read NYTimes today. Dar­fur, def­i­nite­ly not saved by MySpace ben­e­fit shows. Not sure Amer­i­can mil­i­tary inter­ven­tion would help much either. See Iraq for fur­ther details.]
  • Tonight it’s Beck w/ Spank Rock at Tow­er Theater.

We had no idea that it would be the last time.

LSD March

Con­sid­er this a eulo­gy for an arts space and a venue, right in the bar­ren waste of Cen­ter City, with no neigh­bor­hood sup­port for the arts, no colon­nade of crap shops and bars lin­ing the street as you approach; on the con­trary, noth­ing but an emp­ty park­ing lot greets vis­i­tors as they approach the Gilbert Build­ing’s loom­ing facade. It’s stark appear­ance and spar­tan inte­ri­or made it ide­al for any num­ber of out, free acts that came to the City, and in a town where L & I either makes you or breaks you, it was no mean feat. After all, the talk about the con­ven­tion cen­ter expan­sion has been going on since the Ren­dell admin­is­tra­tion, and was a key ele­ment in the ongo­ing “revival” of down­town in the NTI. It goes with­out say­ing that when one oppos­es “urban renew­al” it means that you stand in the way of progress. In so many ways, it’s an absurd coun­ter­point and an even more bizarre achieve­ment: if the com­plaints [about the exist­ing con­ven­tion cen­ter] are about union work rules, then why don’t we just make it bigger…That’ll work, right? It’s Field of Dreams, as told by Philly’s busi­ness class and polit­i­cal elites, the main dif­fer­ence being that the Black Sox were less crooked.

Con­tin­ue read­ing

Smoking in the hallway at the Mountain Bar & Grill.

Quick psych, met­al, windswept Aus­tralian folk, drone & dub/twostep roundup:

In progress:

  • Sen­si­ble sum­ma­tion of thoughts on sup­posed teem­ing punk hordes, wait­ing at the post-Bush era gates, and if they mat­ter, or is it all just his­to­ry as mar­ket­ing, or vice ver­sa? Prob­a­bly at Cult­Punk, though maybe the sort of chin­scratch­er best reserved for new “rip­pling” at EMP-type out­let, tbd. Sweet con­cen­tric cir­cles! So ele­gant­ly mistaken!
  • A sto­ry owed Marathon­packs on a 1996 Smash­ing Pumpkins/Garbage show at the Spec­trum that invokes both the Phillies and the Fly­ers with a bruised back to show for it!
  • An essay enti­tled “I Wan­na Be a Philis­tine” on new Amer­i­can cin­e­ma vis-à‑vis Hol­ly­wood-in-cri­sis. Oh dear Marie Antoinette, there are so many who’d so glee­ful­ly replace you now [and have it made as real­i­ty tele­vi­sion, set to air imme­di­ate­ly fol­low­ing Super Sweet 16.]
  • Pen lovelet­ter to WOEBOT, who does the Lord’s work in a total­ly sec­u­lar way.

For 2.0:

  • Sym­pa­thy for the Under­dog pod­cast [final­ly!]
  • inter­views with artists & authors
  • more & more often.