The Albuquerque Sound
Raven Chacon curates the city’s underground
In life there are certain truths: What goes up must come down, all's fair in love and war, a stitch in time saves nine and one who makes a synthesizer out of a cougar pelt is wicked awesome. Musician, teacher and installation artist Raven Chacon is familiar with the latter, having made just that as part of a Winnipeg-based project by his interdisciplinary American Indian arts collective, Postcommodity. When the piece is pet, the pelt synth purrs, and when it’s twisted it raars. The group also fashioned an antler cello and antler harp, and made a drum from a boar bladder and a coffee can. The instruments, says Chacon, are meant to be played by a futuristic tribe representing the last of its culture.
Music to Your Ears
Long before the BP oil spill disaster, and even before Hurricane Katrina and that skank Rita ripped through the Gulf Coast five years ago, the Louisiana shores were already suffering. “Since 1900,” says the Coalition to Restore Coastal Louisiana, “Louisiana has lost more than 1 million acres of wetlands and barrier shoreline as a result of natural processes and human activity.” Louisiana’s land loss not only compromises habitat for fish and wildlife, but it removes a natural buffer against storms. With oil smeared all over the problem, the situation is truly horrifying.
Birds & Batteries lands at Low Spirits
Imagine you’re in one of those centrifuge rides at the state fair and the blaring theme music is some sort of ’70s rock. The cylinder spins faster and faster, pressing you against the wall and lifting your feet off the floor. On every rotation, as you whip past the speakers, your ears catch a blur of electric guitars. The centrifuge is also next to the funhouse, so high-pitched synth melodies, drum machine hits, and other electronic bleeps and blips swirl past you. Suspended next to you on the ride, your friend, who happens to have a lovely voice, is telling you loudly about a dream he had last night. Floating in space, enveloped in this musical blend, is what it’s like to listen to Birds & Batteries.
Flyer on the Wall
Dead and Alive
The head of an Old Testament villainess depicted in ’80s religious workbook style wears the body of a runway model and the pants of a David Bowie and proves that, yes, mixing silvers with golds is often a good idea. This figure represents Post Burial, a monthly psych / glam / post-punk / goth / new wave night taking place at Blackbird Buvette (509 Central NW) on Saturday, Aug. 7, at 9 p.m. DJ Evan and others provide the music, and it’s free. (Jessica Cassyle Carr)
The latest incarnation of The Suite Unraveling—Lily Maase (guitar), Michael Kammers (sax), Greg Heffernan (cello), Alex Mallett (bass), Nico Dann (drums), with guest vocalist Sunny Kim—takes a prog-rock approach but rejects the genre’s tendency toward precious self-consciousness. Of course, the band plays Maase’s remarkable, fearless compositions, which are anything but precious or self-conscious. With an exceptional ear for timbral values, especially the sonic interplay between sax and cello, she orchestrates expressive textures alive with rhythmic impulse. Prog-rock it may be, but it rests on a strong jazz foundation and an unselfish approach from every participant. Turn it up. (MM)
UB40 • reggae, '80s, pop
Once upon a time in the late '70s, pop music married dancehall reggae and the couple had a few very happy, musical children who ended up playing in bands with names like The Beat, The Specials, Madness and of course UB40. The latter outfit, named after an unemployment form used in Old Blighty, went on to become an international rocanrol superstar on the strength of stoney-groovy hits…
Korn • metal • Alice in Chains • alt.rock
KoRn and Alice in Chains arrive at Isleta Amphitheater on Tuesday, Aug. 27 at 6pm to soothe your alt and nu metal needs. Something takes a part of you in the pit for $108.50 general admission; if you’d rather the music inside of you forever preach rather than reach, opt for lawn seats as low as $38.50. It’s an all-ages show, and bring your kids to show them how much better life was in the late '90s and introduce them to a whole new world of sights and smells. So long as you’re not a square or the colloquial man in the box who's down in a hole, get tickets from livenation.com. Even figure out a cool way to incorporate a joke about mohawks to tell your friends, “Yeah, here comes the rooster,” but only if you’re a talented writer who is wildly clever about things like that.