Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Javelin (8/10/10)

Work kept me from making the first opener (Beach Fossils), but that was okay because I've seen them before.  They were good, but I was fine with missing them this time.

We got there in the middle of Warpaint's set.  What first struck me was that it female band (bonus!).  The longer I listened, the more I started to like their sound, which Wikipedia rightfully classified it as "experimental, art rock."  Though I think I enjoyed them live more than I enjoyed listening to their album.

Warpaint (8/10/10)

By the time Javelin took the stage, the crowd dissipated a bit.  But that really just left the most dedicated fans.  This Brooklyn Duo are what i've been calling "glitch pop," where they bring in all kinds of electronic sounds and samples of other songs.  They put these things together in an incredibly fun way - quite worthy of dancing, as the crowd demonstrated. They kept raving at the quality of our fans, and I hope they were telling the truth.  I'd love for them to come back again.

Javelin (8/10/10)

Lighting was terrible (for photography), so the photos aren't that great. I do want to share one of Javelin's promo photos, which is one my favorite promo photos ever!  (giggity!!)


I would highly recommend picking up their No Mas release.  From InSound:

Javelin throw a party that sees nothing wrong with dropping crooked disco ("On It On It"), schoolyard funk ("Intervales Theme"), abstract R&B ("Dep") and pitch-perfect pop ("Mossy Woodland") in the same set. At least that's the way things unfold on Javelin's debut album, No Más, the eagerly-awaited follow-up to a self-released collection of demos (Jamz N Jemz) and a pair of limited Thrill Jockey 12-inches (Javelin, Number Two). It's as if Javelin were programmed to reproduce the golden age of every genre known to man, bouncing between samplers and strings, drum machines and drum sets, and a growing collection of guitars, horns and homemade thumb pianos. You read that right: Most of the record's dusty 45 moments aren't lifted from actual record crates. They're painstakingly recreated, note by note, from the jukebox in Javelin's collective mind. So if you're trying to 'figure Javelin out,' don't bother.

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