This Week in Shows: Local Natives Yeah!!!!

I cant think of a better way to get excited about Friday's show than this great video by the boys of Silver Lake for their single, "World News". The band will be at Schuba's Tavern on Friday for a double header with openers, Suckers setting the tone for both sold out performances. It's the perfect match of East Coast/West Coast upcoming buzz bands, I will be shooting STAL ( Scene Through A Lens) sessions of both bands throughout the day for Indie Rock Reviews. The week begins at sister venue, Lincoln Hall where Freelance Whales return to Chicago for what seems their monthly visit opening for the Shout Out Louds. The former Three Penny Space, will be hosting an evening of film Tuesday with the double feature of Wes Anderson classics, Bottle Rocket and The Royal Tenenbaums. Saturday is a toss up evening as one could return to LH for Plants and Animals or over to the Empty Bottle for Greg Laswell

Freelance Whales/Shout Out Louds

Local Natives/Suckers

Greg Laswell

Plants and Animals

Coachella Set Times and Chicago's Record Store Day Festivities

The festivities commenced a little over an hour and a half ago, as many of folks flocked to the deserts of Indio, CA for this year's Coachella Festival. Unfortunately some acts (Frightened Rabbit, The Cribs) have been forced to cancel their performances due to the airborne toxicity from the volcanic eruption in Iceland. Fingers crossed these cancellations are kept to a minimum; also as Record Store Day has once again fallen on the same weekend as Coachella, the fine people of Zia Records will have a record store onsite. A bundle of artists will be stopping by for signings...On that note, in Chicago Permanent Records will have a free grab bag while supplies last and will conduct their annual Flaming Lips' Zaireeka Boombox Experiment. Reckless Records will host live performances from local acts at all three locations. And finally just past the edge of the city, Rogue Wave will be at Rolling Stone Records for a signing at 11:30. Pitchfork has been ever so kind to list out the endless amount of releases one could expect when making their way through the record store tomorrow. For those wanting to pretend they're in the desert Coachella's set times are listed here.

A Grand Introduction of Lawrence Arabia-Lincoln Hall, Chicago, 4.7.10

With much intrigue, I arrive early to catch the opener New Zealander, Lawrence Arabia. The stage is filled with five bearded men playing in a gritty bluesy rock fashion, harmonizing and complimenting Lawrence's tender and warm hearted vocals. Psychedelic black lights flash as the guys shudder around playing with intensity a full-bodied guitar rock. His lyrics a personal recounting of experiences pleasant and forgettable maneuvering the set's overall tonality through an array of emotions varying from jovial, sentimental and bitterly nostalgic. Romanticism gushes from stage in the grand caribbeanesque “Aukland CBD Part 2”, as Lawrence smoothly croons the crowd of former love. He cynically notes another dream related song, softly singing in a Buddy Holly fashion slowly unraveling his adolescent fantasies.

His prime ministers compliments him in harmonic style returning to a higher tempo with a beachy melody as smoke rises and the tambourine clatters. The band playfully jests with the venue's fog machine controller, beckoning a spray then quickly proclaiming too much. There is an overall pleasant way of their sound, familiarly blending past eras in a poppy singalong aesthetic as though offspring of Sgt. Pepper. His music an orchestral retelling of lost love letters of life leaving a certain Joie de Vivre in the air. Thanking the crowd and Fanfarlo once more before singing their final melody; a playful song of the pleasantries surrounding a beach environ. Stalling with the echoing sonorous do das before ultimately deconstructing in a dissonance of sound and a fog of the smoke machine.

Lawrence Arabia

"Go Home and Make Lots of Babies" Beach House-Metro, Chicago 4.2.10

Arriving to another packed house, the floor full of smooshed together fans gazing at the unveiling of the sparkly tacky chic stage décor the Baltimore duo has orchestrated for the evening's performance. Victoria Legrand's smoky sultry vocals have resinated in my head since their previous Chicago stop in November. The band's third album, Teen Dream a far front runner for the year's top spot has not left the current playlist since it's initial release in January. I am excited to see how these songs have evolved given the fact, I had some insight on many of the songs interviewing the pair prior to the album's release. After a brief introduction from sponsorship the lights dim and the duo arrive on stage with their touring drummer, Daniel Franz. Alex Scally greets the crowd thanking everyone for having them back, easing into the their set. Victoria dressed in what seems to be her “showman's” blazer half dancing as she pounds down on the keyboard. Alex taps along on his foot pedal as they sing of life's melodramas and the assortment of emotions paired with it's grand spectrum while epic chords overdramatize the mundane in an iridescently beautiful manner.

Hunched over her keyboard, Victoria gracefully moans and vividly unravels each line echoing throughout the theater, hanging in everyone's hearts sinking in as she sways back and forth. With demanding force she punches the air fiercely singing each delicately delivered verse, before the catchy hook rings in and Legrande sidesteps left and right. Thanking opener Bachelorette, Alex quickly explains the next song an R rated version of something (unfortunately I didn't really understand the subject of his commentary). Each song an epic vignette, disjointed noises echo throughout as the light shines hauntingly upward into Victoria's face. Playing with such ease, she drinks water while punching each note, as the anfractuous sounds come from Alex's mystery box. He alternates from sitting to standing with a half dance in a cock-eyed manner blaring the jovial lighthearted “Used to Be”.
Legrand dances while lyrically beckoning for her love's return home, missing one's enchanted past. She takes a moment to comment on the crowd's emission of excitement before resuming play with the opening chords of “Zebra”; passionately singing over the cymbal crash. Wailing her heart stricken emotion into the air, face dimly lit and hidden behind hair; Victoria serenades her innermost desires in dramatic fashion as the fog creates an ambience of mystery. She comically announces before they're last song the evening a perfect night for the audience to make many babies with love in the air. Swaying hunched over her keyboard singing her romanticized ideas, ensuring care to her focused love ending the evening's set. The crowd roars with applause staring up at the stage as the sparkled confettied diamonds rotate. They quickly return, jesting with pleasantries and stalling before beginning “Real Love” with an a cappella onset before raising tempo with each pound on the keys. Keeping that lighthearted atmosphere the trio finish off with “10 Mile Stereo” Legrand's voice reverberating a sense of longing for a former love. She desirously beckons in her entrancing slow delivery as Alex's playful melody sprinkles a dose of enchantment . The smoke rises clouding the stage and the three hunched over their instruments holding their note in conclusion.

"I Just Want it to Sound Good for You" Spoon-Aragon Theatre, Chicago, 4.1.10

Arriving in the nick of time, speaker music blares overhead the seemingly packed house of the mix of fraternity and hipster crowd of all ages. Lights turn off and the crowd turn around half-heartedly still conversing until Brit Daniel arrives on stage alone with his acoustic guitar. He greets the crowd and begins singing the classic, “Me and the Bean” setting the tone for the evening's set; ultimately fiercely strumming similarly to a mariachi guitarist. Stage lights shine and Eric Harvey joins Daniel supporting his intimate rendition of “Mystery Zone” on keyboards. The remainder of the band arrive, drowned in red and the bang on the piano keys raise the tempo while Daniel's scratchy voice reverberates throughout the theatre. Jim Eno begins pounding on the drums and Britt ditches his jacket, quickly revving his guitar prompting annoying drunken hipsters to cleverly invent peculiar dances. The Austin quintet have mastered this musical form of retaining this chaotic quality while orchestrating these harmonious melodies, playing these complex riffs in a simplified manner. The spotlight returns to Harvey, with a ghostly echoing effect Daniel quickly spills out the lyrically vivid lines of “My Mathematical Mind”. Hunched over his guitar, at times kneeling down with the distortions of his guitar ringing out slowly submerging the crowd into this musical sea of nostalgic excitement and introspective beauty.

Totally immersed in their craft, the evening's setlist thus far reads like a greatest his album. Daniel and co. play as though they've orchestrated this concerto of masterful play; brilliantly transitioning the tempo and gracefully creating this cinematic ambience in their synchronization and focused play exhibiting this awesomeness on stage. With the alteration of color of lights, the set's mood mellows down. An alarming sound blares overhead, before the familiar notes of “Small Stakes” come from Harvey's keys. Listening to this song, I can't help think of the last time I saw Spoon live; it was eight years ago at the Abbey, an unforgettable evening. Since then, much finesse and maturity are apparent in the band's stage presence and eloquent play. I have come to expect faulty sound in the Aragon, but did not realize how troublesome it is for the artists, Britt has now noted again his annoyance. He announces the next a song by Wolf Parade, an endearing cover of “Modern World” played with a delicate Southwestern flair.
A meticulous production, Daniel narrates his intricate tales, full-bodied sound with a seamless quality transitioning the performance's tempo, unraveling in guitar play chaotically complimenting Daniel's composed delivery. The crowd begins dancing and moving along with the opening notes, “Don't You Evah”. He returns to his acoustic guitar, commenting once more of his inability to hear what they're playing; causing a sound person to confirm his inability. Fiercely strumming before Eno's drums kick in, Daniel serenades the audience; an array of instrumentation surround his unaffected raspy voice. A soft passionate exhalation of works packed with a toe-tapping rhythm. An explosive sound with an ear shattering drumroll, the jovial melody plays on ceasing with a chaotic spill of notes in the air, maracas continuing to rattle until, “Black Like Me” ultimately commences. A passionate recounting of experiences is what finishes this wonderful collection of the Austin quintet's catalogue of songs. Brit bows and exits the stage. Quickly returning, Daniel expresses gratefulness for the crowd's presence noting this their largest crowd in Chicago and modestly admitting a desire to sound good. The encore is filled with many Spoon classic tracks, crowd swaying back and forth; the music comes to an abrupt halt before Daniel revs his guitar back up as the spotlights flash throughout the crowd. He plays with intensity as the band waves good evening leaving the audience with the shuddering sound of distortion in the air.

Spoon

Vampire Weekend Return to Chicago: Riviera Theatre, 3.25.10

The young Brooklyn quartet run onto stage, seemingly more youthful in person than I expected; with high energy and excitement greeting the crowd and taking their places. They strap on their guitars and immediately begin with the newer track, “White Sky” the crowd goes in an uproar with elation. The set continues with “Holiday”the next track on their most recent release, Contra; playing with intensity in an upbeat tempo. Bassist, Chris Baio is dancing and jumping in place as Ezra Koening croons the crowd with his smoothly soft voice. Afterwards he casually greets the crowd, “Hello Chicago” he sings with this macho confidence, dancing around with his guitar. Koening has a “Jailhouse Rock” presence to his performance style, demanding attention as he serenades the audience with crowd favorite, “Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa”. Keeping a playful manner with the audience, we are orchestrated to assist the band with the chorus; energy stays upbeat through performance as the crowd is ecstatic to sing along.

Quickly spitting out lyrics, Koening sings “California English” as the song breaks down to his bare strum on the guitar he shakes his hips and Christopher Tomson crashes in on his drums. The band continues raising the intensity and tempo; with a quick strum everyone on stage and in the crowd are jumping and moving their feet. The lights dim, Rostam Batmanglij takes a seat at his keyboards as the other three appear as though they are playing on a street corner with more classical instrumentation. The girls swoon, chandeliers hang above the stage and the mystery blonde(album cover) hangs as a backdrop, glowing overhead in an eerie fashion. Koening shakes his head as he reaches a high note, often on his toes, he points into the crowd. Taking a breather and “giving the audience a moment” checking everyone's status throughout; he flirts with his fans, smirking with confidence and beckoning all of us to bounce along. Continuing to brag about the number of stops through Chicago thus far, he reminds those of the warm temperatures from last year's Lollapalooza, once again requesting aide with the chorus. With strobe lights flashing, there is a rhythmic synchronization between the drums and Koening's fast guitar strum emulate the heart thudding sound of a machine gun reverberating throughout the old theatre weaving into a mixture of African inspired beats and chants. Each member has a unique approach to dancing about stage as they strum along with the song. The sea of teenagers sway back and forth in awe, singing along and pounding their fists in the air with the chorus. I think the appeal has a lot to do with the combination of these jovial melodies and this sense of adolescence in the lyrics as the Brooklyn quartet retain this playful disposition on adult hood as they dance and sing these sugar-dipped tunes on stage.
After a brief break, the band returns to stage thanking the crowd and requesting one more sing-along chorus. As Ezra utters the words, “In the summer...” the theatre explodes with excitement as everyone sings the verses to “Horchata”. Tomson continues to pound on the drums in a pseudo tribal/marching band fashion. Koening playfully teases the crowd to keep up the intensity for the next song, commenting on the early hour. He challenges everyone to move their body for the next two minutes, they begin playing “Mansard Roof” at a fast pace. Stomping his feet and speedily strumming his guitar, getting alarmingly close to the outreached hands of the crowd. Canvas Nikes are the new blue suede shoes, as the crooning New Yorker shakes his hips; he bids farewell pointing in the air and singing with a suave machismo. The drums pounding hard, lights flashing, crowd jumping...strums and an explosion of cheers.

Vampire Weekend

SXSW: Day One-Warpaint Rules!!!

My SXSW festivities (first-time) began with an overwhelming mixture of excitement, confusion and a mild sense of nervousness unfamiliar of what to expect but confident regardless, I would have the opportunity to see some exciting acts and reunite with familiar faces I have seen in the past. Getting my bearings of Sixth St and laying out the land for Wednesday's day parties, I quickly headed towards The Mohawk for my first show of the week( The Austinist's day party). Taking pause to realize the crowds surrounding a parking garage were enjoying an AOL/Spinner pop up show featuring Broken Bells. The line wasn't too bad quickly squeezing through the packed bar; I am staring up at portraits of bearded men lining the bar (an obvious highlight of the bar, that had similarly bearded men slinging drinks to patrons). The crowd from the previous act's ambient environ depart the tiny room as the Silver Lake, CA quartet known as Warpaint set up for their performance. Definitely a band high on my priority list to see while in Austin, their debut EP, Exquisite Corpse has been on repeat since learning about them in early November. An album, which also made the year's top EP list.

Warpaint-The Mohawk: Austinist Day Party

Without note, music begins with a heavy thumping bass line and a delicately seductive delivery of verse creating a happy, yet funky harmony that has the crowded room dancing along. Almost in a meditative trance the girls establish an aura of ease and comfort. Genuinely one with their instrumentation there is a natural flow and transition in their song that captivates the audience as they seamlessly play into the popular single, “Stars”. Witnessing their music live is much more magical and ethereal than what's recorded as the quartet noticeably have a tendency to allow the music to control the length of play. Vocals are shared between guitarists Emily Kokal and Theresa Wayman; there is a warm contrast in style of delivery that unite in verse in a harmonious fashion. With a concentrated focus on their music the girls continue to play on, keeping an upbeat tempo throughout the set; bassist, Jenny Lee Lindberg spends most of the performance swaying and bouncing in the direction of the drummer, Stella Mozgawa. Stripping away the intensity to expose a gentle stroke on the guitar and a low intangible melody; complimenting the vocals of Kokal's (similar to Portishead's Beth Gibbons) serene and sultry sound with Wayman's (much like Karen O) delivery that has a sharper more punchier insistence. Finally greeting the crowd with a jovial, “how y'all doin'?” the girls take a deep breath noting two more songs and introduce “Elephants”. A song that has a soft onset and ultimately breaks down into a chaotic high tempo congruous explosion of sound. With an array of layers in their music which overlap upon each other transitioning back and forth from soft to heavy, it's nearly a system overload of music chewy center (almost something enjoyed more privately). Already with a yearning desire for more I quickly determine my next opportunity to enjoy the harmonic amalgamation of this Silver Lake, quartet.

Freelance Whales-Galaxy Room: Paste Party

I quickly bolt over to the Galaxy Room on Sixth, where the Freelance Whales are tuning up and a good sized crowd eagerly wait for their set to commence. Sunlight dims through the windows and Paste creator, Josh Jackson arrives on stage to express his excitement and honor to introduce, Freelance Whales. With a pluck at the banjo and orchestrated howls in the air, the set begins with “Generator First Floor” the opening track on their soon to be released debut, Weathervanes. There's a magical sensation that exudes from stage as the quintet from Queens,NY sings in an off-tune synchronized fashion and this rural fantastical tale unravels with each word Judah Dadone sings in verse. Quirky noises and orchestrated melodies ring from the rest of the band as Chuck Criss tings away on the glockenspiel. After a short greeting, Dadone continues with the set punching away at the keyboard. The group exhibits passion and emotion with each breath; resuming their high intensity performance, with second track, “Hannah”. They briefly mention their own excitement to be playing, this is Freelance Whales debut at SXSW. Continuing to play, alternating in tempo with intensive energy and animation on the arsenal of instruments arranged on stage; painting colorful imagery of a farmhouse love story that transitions through a bittersweet narrative emitting a combination of happy and sad simultaneously. Guitar distortion reverberates from Kevin Read's bow as Doris Cellar sways the harmonium back and forth. There's an introverted geek fashion of dance occurring on stage as this quintet continues this sweet saga, singing along eyes closed with affection. The set concludes with the happy sing along “Generator Second Floor” with plenty of the crowd dancing and assisting in vocals. Judah shakes with emotion, as the contrasting beauty of his voice with Cellar's exhibit this romantic magical affection.

Acrylics-Peckerheads: The Music Slut Day Party


Making it inside as the band begins their first notes with Molly Shea singing lead as Travis Rosenburg and Jason Klauber playing along with two additional band members. Im immediately re submerged into this cinematic weaving of layered sounds and romanticized lyrics. Saying hello and comically beckoning the crowd to approach the stage, Jason smoothly bargains for a beer before the music returns. Having a more full-bodied sound with the additional instrumental support while retaining the endearing intimacy present in an old Western love story. Travis delicately brings in the next tune plucking the melody on a slide guitar, before the tempo explodes in a crash of drums with the song's chorus. Jason and Molly quickly dispensing each verse, singing towards a symbiotic bright future. Keeping a conversational connection with the audience, Jason continues to jokingly banter back and forth with the lone howler in the crowd. Ultimately he announces the next song, “Molly's Vertigo” pointing over to Molly introducing her, who bashfully says, “hi”. Contradictory to her shy disposition she sings with excitement and passion exploding with personality on stage deciphering her thoughts and feelings through the song's subject-matter. After quickly swapping guitars and requesting more acoustic, Jason begins strumming a newer song; a sweet love song nostalgic for 70s era duet. This afternoon's set comes to a conclusion with the EP's title track, “All of the Fire”; ending a strong performance for a crowd seemingly unknowing of expectation but in awe with an imminent enjoyment of a lyrically amazing young band.

Finally getting an opportunity to catch my breath and feed my blood sugar level, and returned to the Galaxy Room and patiently wait for Paste's headliner of the day, Frightened Rabbit. The crowd slowly trickles in and begins filling the once emptied room chattering with excitement of the first day's festivities listing the day's parties that topped each other's lists. Keeping patience as it becomes apparent the band's having issues with instruments quickly determining a resolution to make the afternoon's performance worthwhile.

Frightened Rabbit-Galaxy Room:Paste Party

The sun slightly sets through the window dimming the room and the band is ready for their set. Scott Hutchinson wearily greets the audience mentioning equipment malfunction (but more colorfully) explaining they have pieced something together to play with. Apparently affected instrumentation are no big problem as with the crash of Grant's drums the Scottish quintet play a seamless rendition of “The Modern Leper”. Scott asks of our well-being with an excited expression, having success with the makeshift instruments and finally moving onto “Swim Until You Can't See Land”. The crowd cheers and the band eases into the set spotlighting the new direction taken in their most recent release, The Winter of Mixed Drinks. The Scottish band's third album exhibits its evolution as a band slowly gelling as a more united force tackling ambiguous subject matter rather than Hutchinson's past heartbreaks. Dancing about stage, Scott blurts out in his lovable Scottish tongue his tale of new adventures. Still struggling with instrument difficulties, the issue is remedied with the crowd favorite “Old Old Fashioned” The set is turning out to be a happy marriage of previous album's pains and their newer songs which displays the growth that comes along with life lessons. “Living In Colour” another new song beckons for the crowd to clap along; Scott wails with intensity into the air. Seemingly limited with material given the situation, they finish the set with “Keep Yourself Warm”. The music strips down to his pain stricken voice shedding his misery before returning to the upbeat tempo,leaving the crowd roaring for more.