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[ATTENDED: November 29, 2023] Deafheaven

I saw Deafheaven last year and found the show exhilarating and cathartic.  They played a lot of new music which is far less screamy and far more pretty (an unexpected thing from Deafheaven).

When they came back earlier this year (again at Union Transfer), I didn’t go (mostly because I had another commitment).  I wondered why they were playing TLA.  I think of it as a much smaller venue than Union Transfer, but the capacity limit is only 200 fewer people.  But I guess if they were in town just seven months ago, maybe they needed a different venue.

But for a full scale play of Sunbather?  The album that everyone thinks is amazing?  Heck yeah I was going to be there.  And I got right up front (but right behind a super tall dude).

The band came out–it was the same guys as last time.  But there was no backdrop–nothing fancy.  Just a low table for George Clarke to climb on and some pretty cool lighting rigs.

And after the cheering died down, they launched into “Dream House.”  And it was amazing.  The wall of sound was there, Clarke’s screamed vocals were there.  But you could FEEL the music.  Fascinatingly, it wasn’t all that loud.  Or, conversely, my earplugs were working exactly as they were supposed to.

I was in front of guitarist Shiv Mehra and bassist Chris Johnson–both of whom impressed me so much last time.  And I had a pretty clear view of the drumming machine that is Daniel Tracy.  It was amazing watching him play these super-fast machine gun snare drums like he was barely doing anything.

The only person I couldn’t really see was Kerry McCoy who was at the far side of the stage.

I was really impressed with the band last time and was even more so this time, since I actually knew this record pretty well.  They switched gears seamlessly and soon they were playing the quiet moments of Dream House, before ramping it back up again..

They also left the stage a lot.  Everyone but the two guitarists left the stage so that the two of them could play the pretty “Irresistible.”  Then they came back out for “Sunbather.”  And ripped through the song with ease,  I t was mesmerizing watching Clarke prowl the stage. He was wearing a button down short sleeve shirt and sort of dress pants.  But he also had elbow-length PVC gloves on.  You could see the sweat dripping off of them. He climbed up onto the platform and screamed.  Then he climbed down and screamed some more.  he even jumped down to the barrier and sang right in the fans’ faces.  I was a little surprised he never came over by us, but he did acknowledge us a bunch.

The band left and a taped recording of “Please Remember” began.  It’s like 3 minutes of droning noise and then both guitarists came out to play the pretty melody that ends the song.

Everyone was back in full for Vertigo and then they all left again for the nearly five minutes of “Windows” which was all played on tape.  It was kind of surreal to be standing, looking at a stage with no one on it–a recording of noises and dialogue playing over the speakers with throbbing lights pulsing on stage.  There was literally nothing to see, but it still felt pretty neat.  I hope the band got to rest a little during these pauses, but Clarke always looked dripping wet.

They returned once more for “The Pecan Tree.”  Like the other songs, it was intense and overwhelming.

And that was that. Yep, only 6 songs, but the record is about an hour long.

They left the stage and the Clarke came back and asked if we had time for one more.  he also announced that Kissinger was dead–so there’s a nice memory for the show.   He was kind of funny and giddy and he waited for the song to start.  He squatted and whispered in a kiddie voice “what’s it gonna be??”

They played Brought to the Water from New Bermuda.  It’s the same encore they played last time I saw them.  It was a massive hit with the fans then and it may have been an even bigger hit with the fans this time.  The song sounded huge. The quite parts were catchy and George danced on the platform to the melodic parts.

And then it was done too.

I am very glad I had quality earplugs in, because there was no ringing at all, and I have to assume that there should have been a lot of ringing.  I don’t know that I would need to see them again.  Perhaps it depends on what the new album will sound like.  They have changed their sound quite a bit recently, so I’m curious what direction they’ll go in.

 

2023 2022
Dream House § Shellstar
Irresistible § In Blur
Sunbather § Great Mass of Color
Please Remember § (drone opening played on tape) Honeycomb
Vertigo § From the Kettle Onto the Coil
Windows § [tape recording] Worthless Animal
The Pecan Tree The Gnashing
encore Mombasa
Brought to the Water ß encore
Brought to the Water ß
Dream House §

∞ Infinite Granite (2021)
♥ Ordinary Corrupt Human Love (2018)
∀ adult swim single (2014)
ß New Bermuda (2015)
§ Sunbather (2013)

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[ATTENDED: November 29, 2023] Touché Amoré

Touché Amoré (what a fun name to say) have been on my radar for a little over a year.  I assumed they were a dance band, not a punk band.  But indeed. They punk.

And they punk hard.

The band came out and started right in with a big, clean sound and singer Jeremy Bolm screaming the lyrics.  The best thing about his screaming is that it is intense like old school punk, but it is completely clear.

I loved that for every verse or chorus he put the mic out for the audience to sing the last word or phrase. And they did.  There was a huge Touché Amoré fanbase there.  [There was a gross couple in front of me who had hands all over each other who, thankfully, left after the band was done].

At first I thought they were “just” a screaming punk band.  But I quickly got totally into them.  I loved the sound of the band–not too complicated but every song has something interesting going on in it.  Drummer Elliot Babin is a maniac behind the kit.  And I loved that you could hear both guitarists Clayton Stevens and Nick Steinhardt very clearly (Nick Steinhardt was on the far side of the stage, so I couldn’t see him very well, but I could clearly see his sparkly shirt).  And bassist Tyler Kirby would punctuate songs with excellent thumping bass.

But it was the lyrics that constantly impressed me.  I couldn’t understand them all obviously, but the ones I did were impressive. (more…)

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[ATTENDED: November 29, 2023] Mary Jane Dunphe

I didn’t know there was an opening act for this show until a few hours before the show.  I looked up Mary Jane Dunphe, listened to a song and didn’t much like it.

So, according to The Creative Independent

Mary Jane Dunphe is a poet and musician who tells stories—not through direct narrative but through embodied presence and performance, through cinematic and fragmented memory, the wild transmission of feeling. Her versatile songwriting has garnered critical acclaim in past projects such as the visceral punk of Vexx and Gen Pop, the minimal dream pop of CCFX and CC Dust, and the lonesome country-rock of The County Liners—and now Dunphe’s debut solo album, Stage of Love (out now on Pop Wig), is the start of a captivating new chapter.

Mary Jane came out on stage wearing a Sinead O’Connor T-shirt with FIGHT THE REAL ENEMY on the back.  A very promising start.  Then she told us it was her birthday.  When someone started singing happy birthday to her, she held up a finger and said “No.  I’m the singer,” and then laughed.

Then she hit a key on a device behind her, strapped on a guitar and sang a very mediocre song.  The music was okay and the lyrics were hard to decipher.  I see now that she is a poet, so I suspect that means the words are more important than the music.  When the song ended, she played chords on her guitar for a few more measures, eventually sliding up the neck to make a wall of noise.  When that stopped, she put down the guitar, tapped the device again and walked to the mic.

The music–even more spare without the guitar–filled the room.  Mary Jane swayed and spun and danced and hopped and occasionally sang.  It occurred  to me that the singing wasn’t really in tune or on time.

And her performing wasn’t particularly interesting either.  A lot of spinning, some stomping, occasionally touching herself.  There was even a somersault at one point.  It just felt a lot like what a little kid thinks performance is.  And since you couldn’t really hear the words, it wasn’t very impactful.

I honestly wondered if she was like the local promoter’s daughter who was getting her first shot at being on stage.  And then I discovered  that she has been in bands for years.

I am a very forgiving viewer, but I had a really hard time with this one.  I also assumed she’s be done after 20 minutes (12 was enough), but she was allowed to stay up there for 30.  Oof.

She received decent applause after each song, but I don’t know if people were entirely genuine about it.  Both Touché Amoré and Deafheaven sang her praises during their set, with Touché Amoré really hyping her.  But I didn’t get it.

I have also seen that Ringo Deathstarr opened for them on a few shows.  I would have 200% preferred to see them.

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[DID NOT ATTEND: September 12, 2023] The Spirit of the Beehive / Mary Jane Dunphe

I saw The Spirit of the Beehive six years ago and they were outstanding live.  I’d never heard of them before that show but they blew me away with their set which was a great mix of shoegaze and noise.  I said then that I’d like to see them headline a show.

Well, here they are.  But it’s the same night that we have tickets to see Beck and Phoenix.  So, sorry SOTB.

It turns out that the show has sold out, so they didn’t me anyway.

Mary Jane Dunphe is a poet and musician who tells stories–not through direct narrative but through embodied presence and performance, through cinematic and fragmented memory, the wild transmission of feeling. Her versatile songwriting has garnered critical acclaim in past projects such as the visceral punk of Vexx and Gen Pop, the minimal dream pop of CCFX and CC Dust, and the lonesome country-rock of The County Liners–and now Dunphe’s debut solo album, Stage of Love, is the start of a captivating new chapter.

I listened to a couple of her songs and I like the big fat synth sounds she uses but I don’t really like her voice.  I feel like I wouldn’t enjoy her set.

 

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