Prism Bitch Destroys Sister
Regional rockers from Boise and Santa also kill it
Music to Your Ears
SXSW season has arrived, and you know what that means: During the next couple of weeks a disproportionate number of touring bands will be making pit stops in Albuquerque on their way to and from Austin. Among the packs of troubadours is a little piece of old Albuquerque. Two thirds of Mighty Tiger, a dreamy rock band from Seattle, is comprised of one half of the late Oh, Ranger!—Boyd Reno and Luke Heath. Imbued with the Reno-and-Heath touch—sad guitar and cheeky lyrics placed in a squirming pop context—Mighty Tiger is ever-so-slightly reminicent of their earlier local projects, but with more mature, higher fidelity results. See Mighty Tiger perform live on Tuesday, March 16, at Low Spirits (2823 Second Street NW) with fellow Seattleite Grand Hallway, along with Albuquerque's Bellemah and The Giranimals. The show begins at 9 p.m. and $5 gets you in.
When Victorian dandyism and new media art collide
Describing the work of Alfred Darlington, known on stage as Daedelus, is no easy task. The experimental Los Angeles-based, Ninja Tune-backed electronic musician and producer inhabits realms of emerging technologies, oxymoronic juxtapositions and avant sound. A vanguard concerned with invention, he was among the first to use an instrument called a Monome box in live performance, all the while dressed like a 19th century sophisticate. Prior to his first performance in New Mexico, we questioned Darlington by means of electronic communiqué.
Southwest by Northwest
The Scrams, The Dirty Novels and Broken Water at Burt’s Tiki Lounge
How long has it been since a band has not only hit Burque but hit it over the head, taken it hapless prisoner in a trashed garage and subjected its collective ears to hip-swivel rock? Fifteen years and change I’d say, harking back to the lo-fi ruckus of The Drags when it was acceptable to not only rock but to roll. The Scrams haven’t forgotten that a band can maintain dance-worthy melody while playing as loose as a pair of two dollar shoes. No costumes, no front, no shtick but a pure adrenaline injection to your spinal cortex that dares your feet to stay still. You can see it happen live this Saturday on a triple-threat bill at Burt’s.
Flyer on the Wall
ABQ SWXØ Fest 2010
During the last half of this month, various underground entities will do their best to jointly exploit the talents of local lunatics and the wealth of weirdos traveling to Texas in an event known as Albuquerque Southwest by No Fest. Show info can be found at www.myspace.com/albuquerquediy.
Like all of Black Francis’ solo career, NonStopErotik is stylistically all over the place. The album misleadingly starts with unexceptional alt. rock that harkens back to ’90s bands like the Toadies. Then it spans sexy Ween-esque synth ballads, bug-eyed surf noir and explosive rock that could only be called sweet noise. “We all got wheels to take ourselves away ... come on wheels, take this boy away,” the gigantic-voiced Francis sings on “Wheels.” You sometimes get to wondering what the legendary Pixies frontman’s personal life is like, spending sleepless nights recording this debaucherous long-play in Brooklyn, L.A. and London. In the album’s press release, Francis wrote “I want to be all inside you ... sucking at the only thing that matters”; NonStopErotik gets my vote of approval, but don’t blame me if you feel violated.