Music to Your Ears
I'm the Slime
Thirteen TV-related tracks
Plenty of music is worthy of a television-themed playlist, but this mix of sometimes sad, bitter or freaky songs is mostly relegated to the realms of punk, proto-punk and post-punk. The Web doesn’t yield some of the MP3s I wanted to include ("I'm the Slime" by Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention, or The Victims' original "Television Addict"). I also purposefully excluded songs that would have worked nicely ("I Hate the TV" by Violent Femmes) and included a few songs with no mention of television ("Look Back in Anger" by Television Personalities), but the TV theme is obeyed overall. I like that most of these songs regard television with some degree of hostility: It's nice being reminded to be skeptical of the establishment ... while enjoying some really sick guitar parts.
Raising hardcore babies
Fucked Up incites pandemonium.
Singer Damian Abraham (aka Father Damian or Pink Eyes) takes pride in the fact that all the injuries suffered at Fucked Up shows have been non-life-threatening. During an appearance on “MTV Live” in Canada, a fan got a mirror cracked over his back. In Austin, a stage-diving concertgoer knocked himself unconscious. “He did a running head-plant into the pillar and split his head open,” Abraham recalls. It seems the Toronto-based hardcore punk six-piece invites bedlam every time the lights go down.
Flyer on the Wall
Talk of the Town
“Gossip”—the photographic work of Josef Jasso, not the riot grrrl-soul of Beth Ditto—mouths off with a month-long exhibition at Blackbird Buvette (free, 21+). The Sunday, Feb. 1 reception features DJ Dirty Gold from 7 to 11:30 p.m. Tell your friends. (LM)
John Escreet Consequences · Two Tongues Two Tongues
Neither for the faint of heart nor the casual listener, pianist/composer John Escreet’s debut CD reveals itself only to concentrated listening. Escreet shows a near-symphonic ambition in his longer pieces, particularly the three-part “Suite of Consequence,” where dense, urgent, sometimes cacophonous passages deliquesce into pools of placid beauty, only to erupt again. While he does not hit all the compositional marks he sets, he does set marks worth hitting, and his command of the piano, especially on his solo rendition of Andrew Hill’s “No Doubt,” is extraordinary. Special kudos to David Binney (alto sax, electronics) and Matt Brewer (bass). (MM)