Foot Village is my new favorite band since Friday (when I heard locals Mammal Eggs for the first time). Pounding their way through the states on a brief tour, these four drummers build up so much juice in a room it bursts out of even the most stoic listeners. They push segments of four drum kits together, and the result is not necessarily polyrhythmic cacophony. Instead, Foot Village plays what are essentially rock and pop beats really fucking loudly while screaming out phrases. They perform in the center of the audience, surrounded on all sides, drumming hard hard, hitting the heads and cymbals with all their strength until the entire Foot Village is purple and panting. I don’t know who’s who, but the female member did the lion’s share of the singing last night, leaving her throne to run and skip joyously in circles around her bandmates while shrieking her head off. Everyone I spoke to after the show came to the same conclusion—it looked like the funnest band in the world to be in. Really, take a moment to sweat with these guys. And if you haven’t caught a show at the Curio yet, it’s pretty much my new favorite venue in town. Health, my favorite band for a few nights last year, is coming through there on Sept. 26.
Foot Village Knocked My Socks Off
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From myspace.com/footvillage.
