Thursday, March 24, 2011

SHE WANTS REVENGE


Monday night was spent at the Bluebird Theater to see She Wants Revenge. I saw them perform in LA on October 24, 2009 when they opened up the evening show for Echo & The Bunnymen on their Ocean Rain Tour. I liked SWR enough to buy a couple of their CDs which were promptly confiscated by my daughter, disappearing into her cluttered room, never to be seen again. So I had no choice but to go when I learned the were beginning their 2011 tour here in Denver, on their way to the Coachella Music Festival in Indio CA this coming April.


Wikipedia describes them as such:

She Wants Revenge is an American musical duo, based in San Fernando Valley, California.

Due to a broad array of musical influences, and a reluctance to stick to a single genre of music, She Wants Revenge's genre is often disputed.

Considered part of the post-punk revival movement of the 00s, the group have been compared to Joy Division or Interpol in the music press because both vocalists (Paul Banks and Justin Warfield) have similarities to the baritone vocal range of Ian Curtis. However, Justin Warfield has stated many times his band is more electronically based often referring to She Wants Revenge as "Dance Music."

Musically, their influences range from the dance of 1980s acts like New Order, Depeche Mode and The Psychedelic Furs to the alternative rock groups of the 1990s, such as Pulp, My Bloody Valentine and Sonic Youth to the darker rock bands of the New Wave and post-punk movements such as Bauhaus, Danse Society, and The Sisters of Mercy who helped create the aesthetics of the original gothic rock genre.

Justin Warfield speaks about the umbrella term darkwave which has been applied to She Wants Revenge's music:

“ ...Dark wave to me is darker than what we do, I mean honestly I just consider it dancy rock n roll: not like rock n roll like early Stones dancy rock n roll, but certainly rock n roll like dance. Sure we've said before it's like dark dance because that's an easy way for people to wrap their hands around it. If you want to get more specific, yeah it's dark.”


The show opened up with a DJ spinning records, followed by The Californian. Everyone was waiting to SWR, who put on a great show. When I shut my eyes I could swear I was listening to Interpol. I loved it! I'm glad they made it to Denver.


















































The show was recorded, yielding a very fine audience recording that captures their sound. Find it here:

For those of you who could not attend, enjoy!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

ONE AND TWENTY SEVEN YEARS AGO


A frustrating week at work, with much of my time and attention focused on an issue that is keeping me away from day to day activities, causing me to fall farther behind. However, lunch hour on St. Patrick's Day was spent with friends from the office, celebrating a pair of March birthdays. Always a fun experience, giving me the opportunity to find and present some interesting yet odd, discussion provoking gifts.

The tragedy continues to unfold in Japan while we begin an air war in Libya, the outcome of which is uncertain.














Almost exactly one year ago today I saw Vampire Weekend perform a great show at the Ogden Theater. It was recorded and I decided to pull it out and play it this evening under a nearly full moon. A really good set list of their best songs, this being an excellent audience recording. I could shut my eyes and feel like I was back there again standing before the stage.


Brittle rock slipping
Radiating waves of pain
Earth takes no notice


Burning deep within
Frightened by the prognosis
Facing eternity


Find the show and more pictures here:



Next up was Echo & The Bunnymen, performing live at The Savoy in New York on March 31, 1984, almost exactly 27 years ago. What was I doing back then? Good question. There is a possibility I was doing a self potential survey on the prairie south of Dodge City in Kansas, freezing my ass off. An excellent recording.

In bed by 1 AM.


Wanting certainty
While they're living in a world
so ephemeral


Snow on the pine trees
Bearing its unseen poison
Falling from the sky


Waiting for their words
From long silent cities where
no one is calling