Joel RL Phelps & The Downer Trio/Quartet at The Biltmore Cabaret in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada on Monday, March 3, 2014.
Bottomless Pit photos coming soon.
The Mantles at The Victory Lounge on Friday, January 31st 2014.
Perfect Pussy – Say Yes To Love
Although I own a collection of records, I consider myself a music fan, and not a collector. The distinction is that I only buy records that want to listen to and own, never for speculative purposes. The value is in the music, not resale. That being said, I feel like in the post-millennial vinyl resurgence it is understood that even though colored vinyl is sonically identical to its black counterpart, it is somehow inherently better, or at least more desirable. In a world where the vast majority of music is available through a quick google search, it makes sense that those of us who still fetishize the ability to own obsolete media containers and appreciate the aesthetic of things like full-sized album art in all its 12” glory would seek out the most attractive version of those containers.
In this pursuit, sometimes an item comes along that presents a quandary, a dilemma of sorts. The $27 (plus shipping) price for the Perfect Pussy – Say Yes To Love Special Edition White Box Set is already kinda ridiculous. I realize that no one is forcing me to buy it and that the Regular Edition is a very reasonable, market priced $13. However, when I saw that for a mere $3 premium I can get the Blood Edition, which in addition to being even move limited (180 vs 380 copies), somehow features lead singer Meredith Graves’s blood mixed into the clear vinyl, I recognized it was an item too perverse to ignore. How does one even do that? Did they just mail a pint of her blood to the pressing plant? Whose job is it to mix her blood with the vinyl? Why hasn’t Bauhaus ever employed this particular technique to date? How could I ever be expected to truly enjoy an admittedly perfectly adequate and totally listenable pedestrian black copy of this recording knowing that I could’ve owned one alloyed with the band’s actual blood? Obviously, I couldn’t. So I swallowed hard and placed the order.
That the pre-order went live on Valentine’s Day is just icing on the proverbial blood-laced cake.
Chart Attack’s Jay Reatard Primer
Jay Reatard was an ultra-prolific, genre-hopping punk prodigy, who when he died suddenly in 2010, left behind one of the most confusingly byzantine, yet simultaneously rewarding discographies of any artist I can think of. The online journal Chart Attack has thoughtfully prepared a primer that will guide you from the pubescent thrash of The Reatards to the post-punk of Terror Visions and all the punk, pop, psych, and garage in between, complete with YouTube clips representative of each project. It’s a fantastic way to kill the rest of your Friday afternoon. It’s unquestionably better more rewarding than working.
If after all those clips, you’re inspired to further study, Jay’s website offers a compilation called Jay Reatard’s Greatest Messes that covers his favorite moments from before he went solo, including a smattering of everything you may not have. For the low, low price of just $7.99, it’s a steal at twice the price.
Zebra Hunt at Waid’s on Thursday, January 30, 2014.
Dead Moon at the Crystal Ballroom in Portland, OR on Saturday, January 4, 2014.
I know this is Portland, and therefore their home turf, and I know they play too much anymore, but this was the biggest Dead Moon show I’ve attended by a factor of five or maybe even ten. I saw them tons of times at little places in Seattle like the Comet (RIP) with about a hundred people. I wasn’t prepared for the size of the Crystal Ballroom.
I have lost all desire for feeling by Perfect Pussy
At first, I was a little turned off by the name. It’s not that it particularly bothers me. It’s a fine name. It’s just the kinda thing I’d rather not have in my browser history, particularly at work. Then after seeing them mentioned a couple more times, I finally decided to risk my job by visiting their Bandcamp page. The song and the Roman numeral song titles immediately reminded me of a now defunct band from a couple of years ago that I really dug called The Shoppers. After a little more research, I discovered that singer Meredith Graves did indeed perform the same services for The Shoppers and I’m all in. Their self-produced EP is available through the Bandcamp link above and their debut LP, Say Yes To Love, is coming out on Captured Tracks on March 18th. If you really dig it, it’s still possible to track down the LP and split 7”s by The Shoppers too.
Lastly, it looks like they’re playing an all-ages show at the Vera Project here in Seattle on 3/24.