My gushing in reference to The Faint should stop by the middle of next week, but for now, I can't resist their delicious take on the 80's wave. Fuck all the haters. Seriously. Since they began their work-week-long stay at Webster Hall, I've rarely been able to listen to anything but their latest record Wet From Birth. After cycling through the tracks it dawns on me that this record hasn't torn up dance floors, (or maybe I don't hang out at places with dance floors). Either way, there are a couple tracks that completely transfix me. The first undeniable track is "Disappear" which is just a warm up to the truly unstoppable "Paranoiattack." The latter has everything I could want in a song that's built to incite riots among the little punkers. Granted the lyrics can be a bit cheesy in that they capitalize on the Bush administrations fear tactics, but the music… oh the music. It begins with an intro that makes you want to circle up and then with one solid punch to the gut you should be going absolutely ape. The track has a beat that invites even the goofiest of puberty deficient kids to bounce in unison. Couple this with an anthem bridge that calls for a chant of "Paranoia" before jumping back into an ass kicking finish, and you recipe for dance floor fire. Listen to this song and just try to contest it.

Enough of this. I sound like a high school girl who fell in love with the first danceable record her college freshman boyfriend gave her. Then she dyed her hair black and currently wears her belts backwards. Enough. Enough.

Yesterday was my first night off since Friday so I took the liberty to go straight home and hang out with the roommates. We dined on Mama's (new tip: get the mashed potatoes and liven them up with some bbq sauce) before Stevo stopped by to pick me up. On our way over to Rothko, I got a phone call from one despondent friend who wanted me to come help him Culkin the Olsen twins who were in attendance at the Mercury Lounge for Jared Leto's bands set. Unfortunately my mind was set on checking out Austin, Texas' Single Frame.

We rolled into the venue and saddled up to the bar. Forgetting the email I received earlier in the day, I ordered a $6 beer. As the bartender popped the top, a fellow patron reminded me of the free Red Stripe. Thanks man. It didn't take long for Single Frame to take the stage. The stage was decorated with various lit up cones and televisions. The three-piece only played three or four recognizable songs, and they left me with a middle ground feeling, (not impressive but certainly not bad). There were some funny moments like the band paying cassette recordings of noise, the drummer/singer working a typewriter into the beat of a song and the closer that had an intro produced by one of the prop televisions. Stevo and I were also fascinated by the guitar player's haircut. It was one of those buzz cuts with a real long top that hangs over his face. Like the dude from Less than Jake without dreadlocks, (I just blew up my own spot). It reminded me of being in 8th grade and going to hardcore shows where the older kids rebelled with the same haircut and cut off flannels. The best aspect of Single Frame is their crazy drum beats. They controlled the songs and indicated the changes. It was as if the rolls were reversed and rhythm duties were passed off to the keys and guitar. The drummer put together some super choppy, tempo jumping, off the wall beats that kept me guessing throughout the entire set. Check out Single Frame at Pianos on Friday night if you are a fan of the poppy side of Black Eyes or Liars.

Demander was second on the bill. After some changeover chat with Ms. Nelson and Mike, they took the stage and blasted through some killer tracks. This was my first time seeing them with their new-ish (he joined awhile ago) guitar player. Jared breaths new life into their songs with his razor sharp work on his ax. Sivan and Karen held it down as usual, but after half their set, Stevo and I ducked out so we could do some catching up before calling it a night. We set up camp at Johnson's, had a few drinks, shot some pool and parted ways happily drunk.

As I sat in bed, it dawned on me that it was only Tuesday. Will this week hurry the fuck up and be over? There is a weekend shitshow on deck.

My personal Wednesday recommendations:
Autechre @ The Parish (Austin);
Darediablo @ Double Door (Chicago);
Goldie Lookin Chain @ Troubadour (LA);
The Faint @ Webster Hall (NYC);
Gossip @ Berbati's Pan (Portland);
Architecture in Helsinki @ Café Du Nord (SF)