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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Our Skins Wear Thicker.

Last night’s Bravery show was a bit more successful than the previous evening. The band didn’t sound as good, but more people showed up. Included in this mess of people was HOVA. Yes, Jay-Z was escorted into the club right before the band played. He rolled up to the Bowery in the back of a new Rolls-Royce, and cruised up to the balcony without any personal security. Jiggaman took to the show with his label friends, and I was in awe of his presence. On his way out of the club, I managed to snap a quick photo, but it was on a disposable, (fuck digital anyway). Look for it on a t-shirt near me.

Anyway, let’s get back to
The Bravery. Holy bulldog. If provoking emotion is one of the aims of music, then these guys are top of the pops, (as long as rage counts). I’ve never hated a performer more than their lead singer / bass player combo. This feeling doubles due to the fact that it’s nearly impossible to keep still while they jam out their dance tunes. Did I say this yesterday? It feels so fucking calculated, and yet I can’t look away. They are like a 20 car pile up, but for some reason the emergency response team is able to keep a couple lanes open so traffic slowly streams by rubber necking all the way. It makes me want to punch myself where my balls should be while trying to give myself head. If you were able to bottle-up MisShapes and sell it as cologne, these kids would wreak of it. It’s everything I hate about the New York music scene, and yet I occasionally find myself hoping for a spot on the fashionista runway they’ve perpetuated.

So is it jealousy that forces me to keep The Bravery at arms length? Sometimes you might think so, but when the wannabe
Adam Ant bass player takes off his shirt and sprays the crowd with beer it’s safe to say this isn’t the case. It’s impossible for me to like this band on personal principle. Much like Diego of Elefant’s constant need of a Culkin; this band is asking for it. There has to be a line where serious simply becomes ridiculous. While some bands manage to cleverly straddle this chalk line, The Bravery takes a collective piss on it in hopes that it will disappear.

Let’s get this over with by putting them on tour with Orgy.

Anyway, if you go ape for
The Strokes (I do), Duran Duran (shit yeah), Hot Hot Heat (I did) and 80’s new wave bands like a-ha or Bananarama that were only good for soundtracks (guilty pleasures are a fact of life); then you might fall in love with The Bravery. One warning: the pool looked awfully shallow so don’t fall head first.

Did I mention
Mr. Carter was there?

Words From The Street.

*** I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Bob Saget is king.

*** New York bands looking for some solid exposure should consider entering CMJ’s
Five-Borough Battle of the Bands. If I recall correctly, The Head Set won last year’s battle, and were given an opening slot for Sonic Youth at Irving Plaza. Make sure you’re a bit on the hip side because the discernable ear of Vice Records, Adam Shore, is one of the judges.

*** CNN profile’s Family Guy
creator Seth Macfarlane. I can’t wait for the May 1st return of the Griffin family.

*** Some Libertines
hug and make up. So when the fuck is the reunion tour?

*** EMI’s future is on the
shoulders of Chris Martin? Then the industry tells him to, “lighten up.” This seems like a contradictory message, but I’m sure X & Y will move a heap of units.

*** Remember The Darkness? Yeah, I don’t really either, but they came up on WFMU this weekend and it reminded me of a crazy summer Noah and I shared. Anyway, Justin Hawkins (don’t call him Pham) isn’t
very good at water sports.

*** Who is that Antony and what about his Johnsons? The Independent
profiles the singer whose voice is turning all kinds of heads.

*** Talks of a fall Broken Social Scene release lead to
boners all over indie land.

Kick ass and take names on this Tequila Tuesday. If you are looking to get into some trouble this evening check out
VICIOUS at Rothko where the bill boasts sets by Eugene, The Hong Kong, Benzos and The Harlem Shakes.

3 Comments:

jinners said.

i love jay-z

4/19/2005 10:05 AM  
jayloose said.

you and me biz-oth

4/19/2005 10:40 AM  
mk said.

nice guy, but he is one small dude. once he gave my friend the avian flu.

4/19/2005 12:32 PM  

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