Music to Your Ears
There's sooo much happening this week. Consult the music calendar for even more fun stuff happening every day.
Thursday—Two astounding Arizona-based chanteuses will blow your mind at a Bosque House Concert—that is, if you can get tickets. See this week's "Lucky 7" for more information.
Flyer on the Wall
Born to be Giant
SuperGiant! SuperGiant! SuperGiant! There ... I said it. Saturday, Jan. 21, at Burt's Tiki Lounge with Bishop and Dead On Point 5. Free. 21-and-over only. SuperGiant. (LM)
with Vedera, One for Hope and Dear Oceana
Launchpad on Tuesday, Jan. 24, $8 (all-ages): If DJ Shadow was in an up-and-coming alt.rock band, the music emanating from his garage would sound a lot like electro-rockers Mute Math. Despite using self-made instruments and a dilapidated keyboard, the New Orleans quartet is steeped in seamless production and Shadow-esque samples with a drum machine background--all of which make for songs that sound as much like dance music as straightforward rock. Paul Meany's Stingish vocals are set on "permanent echo mode," which gives them an airy, ethereal quality similar to Minus the Bear's Jake Snider.
Bleeding Eardrum Rehearsal Studio
Paving the way for the new breed of bad seed
If former Dead Head and self-proclaimed hippie Mike Burke has learned anything in his 25 years in the music biz, it's this: "Hippie bands can play anywhere. You could be a hippie band and play in your living room at three in the morning and your neighbors won't call the police because it sounds good," Burke postulates, "But if you're a death metal band or a thrash band or a punk band, your neighbors will call the cops within 15 minutes—even if you play at four in the afternoon."
Lazy Bands Die Young
The Emergenza festival in Albuquerque
The club is packed—not an inch left to squeeze in anyone else. The lights dim, you nod to your fellow bandmates and run on stage. The drummer comes down hard on the beat, the stage fades away and the music takes over. The audience jumps, shoulder to shoulder, moving as one giant entity. This is what music is about, you think. You rock through the 25-minute set, the audience screams with delight and hands shoot powerfully into the air. Two contest reps jump on stage and start to count the hands as the roadies shuffle you off stage to get ready for the next band. You've had your half hour--was it worth every penny?
On their second album, lap steel, banjo, harmonica and accordion lend The Elected (which is masterminded by Rilo Kiley's Blake Sennett) a hand in an effort to make some incredibly twangy '70s-feeling love songs. Unless alt.country is your one-and-only, I wouldn't recommend this entire album, but try, especially if you're going on a road trip, to get your hands on track No. 2, "Would You Come with Me," which saves Sun, Sun, Sun from the verge of mediocrity.