Katabatik Provides Underground Experimental Music in East Bay

(photo courtesy of Katabatik)

By Galen Barbour

Its 9:00 PM on a weeknight. I'm inside a renovated church in West Oakland, the name of which, at the request of management and common sense, will remain undisclosed. The door charge is a suggested donation and water is served out of a pitcher into mismatching cups. The available beer is cheap and warm.

Patrons clad in black, trickle in and mill about, waiting for something increasingly more illusive in San Francisco’s club-centric music climate: experimental live performance.

Once a land of plenty for obscure, pioneer and out-there sounds, the Bay’s underground music scene has been parched of its once lush warehouse/art-collective venue environment due to the infamous housing crisis that continues to rattle the creative community.

Evictions, high-rent, or tenant fear have squandered and oppressed available space for up and coming artists to tinker, bang and generally experiment in. In these desperate times where 6-figure salaries are barely making the grade, places like our nameless church truly become sanctuaries for the loud, bold and creative.

Headlining tonight is Sean (Dimentia) and Barrett (RMS) representing the corner stone east bay sub culture, the dark electro syndicate Katabatik. Who have been imprinting their sounds on the Bay’s underground music scene for almost two decades. The group’s namesake (spelled Katabatic meaning “downward spiraling wind”) speaks to the cool climes from which it’s founding member hail from, in Alaska and Seattle.

It wasn’t until the early 2000’s when Barrett and Dimentia joined the group after a run in at the Autonomous Music Festival. Ultimately settling down in the East Bay where they now claim as home.

Sean recalls becoming interested in the grey zone between the industrial techno and Goth scenes, exposing a trademark sound to which they are now known for today. “Back in the day we were too Goth for Techno fans and too Techno for Goth fans," explains Barrett. "It was a slow build to begin with, the crowd has changed considerably...there use to be a lot of freaks.”

Katabatik got its start through a monthly, fittingly named “Katanexus.” This was back during the electro clash where Goth made its angsty introduction into the world of synths and drum machines. The two recall drawing inspiration from groups like Skinny Puppy, Throbbing Gristle, Coil and German minimal electro from the early 80’s and so on.

But back in the late 90’s early 2000’s there were considerably more venues to choose from. The two recall taking their pick from any number of warehouse spaces in the SOMA district of downtown San Francisco, and Oakland.

“Warehouses were more conducive to experimentation…We prefer underground events where we can go later, louder and weirder,” says Sean, citing that private locations gave them the freedom to do what they wanted and express their true creative nature. “For the first ten years we never made any money, anything we made went right back into it." 

Although they play out at clubs here and there around SF and Oakland they say that they avoided venues that tend to misunderstand and misinterpret their music.  After all, what they do is quite appreciable and keeping the integrity of their performance often hinges on a crowd that understands how they're doing it. (i.e. One that doesn’t put in requests to a person using hardware to build the tracks live.)

Even still, Katabatik and other groups like them find themselves being put out by the very source of their anti-capitalist/establishment ideals: Money. As the ever-troubling resource continues to flood the area, floating rent and real-estate prices up while simultaneously washing away anyone without islands of affordable rent. There is still hope however, as these two have assured me that they continue calling the East Bay their home. 

If you like what you hear, see Katabatik for yourself at an up-coming show. Click here for details. 

East Of My Youth Looks Forward to SXSW

I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.
— Jack Kerouac

By now, if you are lucky enough to live in San Francisco, it's somewhat of a given that you have plans to head to Texas' tech capital next month for South By Southwest. Fortunately, East Of My Youth will be migrating westward from Iceland for the 10-day festival in mid-March. Formed in May 2015, the trio is set to drop their debut album this year. Feel the emotion from their 18 minute set inside the Kex Hostel in Iceland, so generously brought to us by KEXP.org.

Iggy Pop & Josh Homme Announce Their Album 'Post Pop Depression'

By Enrique Mendoza

With the recent surprise announcement that Iggy Pop and Josh Homme are working together on an album together, curious eyes certainly have something interesting to treat their ears to coming up in mid-March. With both musicians having relatively established careers and discographies, along with notable musicians from other bands (Queens of the Stone Age, Arctic Monkeys) Post Pop Depression has the opportunity to be a noteworthy collaboration.

With the long winded career of Iggy Pop, starting with the legendary proto-punk band the Stooges and numerous solo works under his work, Iggy has made his mark on rock music and pop culture for sure. Combined with the efforts of Josh Homme, who has a history of making decent collaboration albums in the past (Them Crooked Vultures particularly) and a great track record of projects driven by him (Kyuss, Queens of the Stone Age, Eagles of Death Metal), this combination certainly has the ability to be something worth spending time on.

Leading up to the release of Post Pop Depression , two singles have been released that also happen to be the first two tracks according to some reportings, being “Break Into Your Heart” and “Gardenia”.

“Break Into Your Heart” opens with what appears to be a duo between Homme and Pop, with a haunting melody and a fuzzy guitar playing to the tune of the vocals. The verses break with a distorted guitar full of attitude as the drums and bass march along to this plea of love and affection. The song comes off as if Iggy and Josh were traversing alone through a hot desert, all due to their ambitious infatuation and hard promise to love this person who’m which they desire to know absolutely everything about.  And while at moments in the song it can be difficult to differentiate whose voice is whose, you can feel their desire through their voices. While musically is nothing evolutionary for Homme and his style of playing with Queens of the Stone Age, it’s still enjoyable as a laid back rock ballad of love and desperation if you can get over it’s standardized Homme tone.

“Gardenia” takes a different tone and direction that “Break Into Your Heart,” holding a synth driven, 80’s new wave stylization, with Iggy taking over vocals for a majority of the track. A tasteful change in style, with a deep, sliding bassline and quick, trebly, guitar slashes, as Iggy’s deep, withered but lively voice croons about a voluptuous and curvy black woman that has caught his eye on a lonely night, wishing her the finest things life has to offer , like she deserves, with more than a couple hints to her being a prostitute. With Homme’s high pitched harmonizing on the chorus, it adds a sense of wanting and attraction of a gorgeous woman. This song is not just a love song to a gorgeous woman, also to what a lonely night has to offer for a man roaming the streets. The song maintains it’s synth drive for a majority of the song, giving some time for the guitars to shine and strum to the revelation of what the protagonist’s revelations of his habits. The song shows the group’s willingness to delve into topics besides love and break ups, as they reveal their ability to move beyond Homme’s desert rock style without dropping it completely.

While both singles certainly aren’t songs you fall in love with immediately, they have the ability to grow on you over a couple listens, leaving you just a little bit more to notice and discover each time. While these tracks don’t give off the feeling the album will be a phenomenal piece, it certainly feels like a nostalgic trip into both Iggy and Josh’s established careers and what those combined sounds can shape up to be. The lineup has potential that can most definitely be seized with the correct execution. Let’s hope the results are satisfactory in March.

"Adore Life" - Reviewing Savages New Album

"Adore Life" is Savages second album, which was released last Friday. 

By Enrique Mendoza

Savages is a post punk revival band that made their studio album debut back in 2013 with their well executed rejuvenation Silence Yourself released under the Matador and Pop Noire labels. The band consists of four members, Jehnny Beth, Gemma Thompson, Ayse Hassan, and Fay Milton. Women who sing, play guitar, bass, and drums, respectively. While all coming from more or less different backgrounds, all sprouting from a name between Jehnny Beth and Gemma Thompson back in 2011, according to some. 

Fast forward five years and the band is releasing its second album, Adore Life. Silence Yourself received much acclaim, and rightly so, as it was an album that stayed true to post-punk musically and stylistically, while modernizing it with aspects and foundations of other genres, fused with alternate rock and dashes of noise and drone. What I would say is a good way to recreate the fundamentals of a genre.

With a lively rhythm section being held down or sped up by the lead of Ayse and Fay, giving room for Jehnny’s vocals to climb and fall as Gemma  solos or creates distortion to add a uneasy yet intriguing atmosphere, usually to open or close a song. All together, they are a well brewed force of dynamic darkness and attitude. With an opener like “Shut Up” and attention grabbing hits like “I Am Here” and “Husbands”, the album certainly leaves a tempting door to enter. Silence Yourself was a great start to a band that certainly did leap to create something of their style, yet still retained so much room to grow and explore, it was hard not to look forward to the eventual release of the band's second record.

“The Answer” was the choice of weapon as an opening track for the sophomore album. It opens with hazy guitar and hypnotic vocals, as strong drums and bass come in to take control of the song’s rhythmic direction as Jehnny sings of misdirected love and the way a person changes. Everyone can be heard, and very clearly, remaining individual, yet a group nonetheless.

The sound most absent from the song is the guitar, not that it is invisible mind you. The guitar holds drone-esque tone throughout the song, before taking what I assumed was an eventual guitar solo. As a whole, the song takes a couple turns that are familiar yet lively for Savages, giving the guitar a handful of moments to take the spotlight, before the entire band comes back together, for a final climatic oomph . Jehnny vocalizes a final “If you don’t love me,” driving in a heartbroken nail. This was a way to start off an album that had a noticeable amount of hype shadowing over it’s head.

“Evil” kicks off with a quick drumroll to keep things moving along, retaining the fast paced feeling “The Answer” had left off with. Jehnny lays a bit off the dynamic climbs and falls off her voice, speaking with tone and precision as she let’s their lyrics stand on their own feet more than usual. The guitar dances around itself as the rhythm section keeps everything under control and steady, as the thick bass tone moves along itself and the repetitive drumming remains an unchanged variable throughout the duration of the verses.  Eventually, spicing things up during the chorus, where Jehnny pleas and pleas, “So don’t try to change, don’t try to change.”

The song exhibits the dark, shifty, Joy Division-esque post-punk sound they have revitalized. Jehnny sings and speaks as a person, whether a lover, companion, or total stranger, molding and adjusting the inner workings of another. The message of the song is simply drawn and delivered to the listener to be wary of this person that Jehnny is sitting from the perspective of as they do a classic full band volume retraction/closing slide to well, bring things to a close.

(photo via The New Yorker)

“Sad Person” has the guitar perform a sole, slow rise, as the sudden kick of drums and bass come at you from the side. The collective boom of the band is a strong one, providing good signs to a good song. This is when Jehnny comes in. Jehnny’s voice has always been one of my favorite things about Savages, as her voice is strong, clear, and dynamic, easily being the best parts of some of their discography. In “Sad Person” her voice needlessly proves itself again, demonstrating it’s power to grab attention, yet hold it’s dark alluring styling. Yet the words in the song initially come off as simple and one-tracked, with opening lines like “You are, you are, a sad, sad, person/Always been a sad, sad, person.”

While I never came to Savages because I found their lyrics up their with the likes of Waits to Malkmus or Brock, I always found them to hold a perfect balance of simplistic yet personal and leaving room to interpret. Initially I felt the lyrics were a bit half baked. But the lyrics regain themselves towards the latter half of the song, as she questions her skepticism on love and it’s effect on her, while still patting herself on the back with her strength against the “disease” and “addiction” that is love. Musically the song is a strong, quick march to one’s own resistance to love and acceptance of loneliness and sorrow, without leaving much to think or go from there.

“Adore” is a turn of pace, opening with a dreary, hanging bass line as the drums gently boom around, adding a feeling of uncertainty. The song is slow and patient, and even quiet. Jehnny sings of the human struggle and it’s worth to the world. Jehnny questions what is human and what is worth caring for, as the guitars lay a fuzzy atmosphere around the band. And with all these acknowledgements of pointlessness and shame and pain, the question that is brought up is how worthwhile is any of this? Will this sum up to anything? Is it worth living and appreciating? Does life deserve adoration? As this is asked, for a moment, the entire song stops in it’s place, and let’s the listener sit in the silence for a moment or two, wondering if it’s over, as Jehnny creeps back in, continuing her list of life’s faults and personal grim experiences, she states again “I Adore Life” more and more until she eventually asks the listener, “Do you adore life?”

This being in a sense, the title track of the album, could be a great sum of the so far album you have heard, with songs talking about manipulating and changing people, being depressed, coping with change and fate, does it some up to a well deserved “hooray!” or is it all a big nothing and waste of time. A song that you could say in existential in some senses, that makes the listener think about what they are listening to and accepting.

“Slowing Down the World” begins with a misty distortion as a buildup, as the guitar pulls out a shrill and tough riff, with the bass lively and active on the fretboard along with it’s six stringed counterpart. As always the drums provide steady and familiarity of rhythmic foundation, a well practiced formula of Savages, as Jehnny sings what i’ve found to be one of their more lyrically complex tracks on the album, as Jehnny discusses with herself her relationship with this other person, whom which she gives and gives yourself and her abilities to and their power over her. “Is it for you I search?/Is it for you I long?/Is it for you the hours are my own?/Something to be said about slowing down the world”. This gives the listener an idea of the target she is speaking of. A person who she desires deeply, who is on her mind. She paints this picture of a complex person to love. Someone who can come off and selfish and one sided, (“I offer you someone/To ship the word you like/Arm you with doctor’s eyes/Your lights will flame with fire.”) Yet still a person who is flawed and aware of it, wishing to improve on one’s self (“Bask in the light/That gave you important shadow/You were furious and petrified/Envious of the glow”). It’s a song that provides complex characters and views, and is capable of adding more layers to someone than a general depression blanket (I’m talking to you “Sad Person”).

“I Need Something New” starts with a confident Jehnny stating the title of the song, as she leaves room for a dramatic addition to the line. She desperately asks for something to spice up whatever is going on, as the rest of the band comes in to surround her with space and sound, waiting for the moment for a proper “kick”, as Jehnny keeps telling us her need for something new and what that could entail. This is another song by Savages that holds a lot of repetition, as towards the close of the song when the band has begun to play louder and louder, to the point of noise and directionless yet raw garble, as Jehnny belts again and again, “I Need Something New” again and again. A song that had much expectation to be dramatic and dynamic with her cold open and sudden impact of sound.

“When in Love” tackles again a topic not just popular with Savages but with all of humanity, love. With a scattered and distorted guitar intro as the bass slowly plucks to add appropriate tension, the song has mysterious tones to it, before the snares start the song off, with a fast paced, almost surfer rock guitar riffing, as the drums move around in a fashionable order. The instruments calm down for Jehnny’s vocals, as she discusses her struggles and experiences of love. Slowly throughout the song it becomes clearer to Jehnny, “Is this love?/This is love!” she approaches the unknown and slowly discovers and learns about the unknown in front of the band and the listener, as though she was giving a lecture as she improvised the lecture all at once. As Jehnny finally discovers what love is to her, band all comes together for, again, one final strong push to end the song and discussion.

“Surrender” opens with a eclectic high hat beat, as the guitars drone and thick distortion lays over the band, tonally being close to the style of Tony Iommi’s guitar tone in the “Iron Man” intro. A short guitar clicking or strumming against the strings lays in the background with dashes of echo and reverb to contribute to the already dark and brooding atmosphere. This provides Jehnny the opportunity to charge and vocalize, occasionally with herself as she asks the subject exactly when did they give up one your life, as she takes a tour in the mind of something who has lived their life with regrets of not doing enough, giving up on dreams and aspirations, and that time may be run out to turn on the choices made to make no choices. Bringing up how infinite the choices are for the children, and how it reflects on us, the people who are old enough to do what we want that makes us happy, yet never take the time to get out of the chair and do something. And the stronger the regrets become, the stronger the sound of the band becomes, as the volume rises, and double bass drums come in, as a fade out ensues to say goodbye to your dreams.

“T.I.W.Y.G”, which stands for This Is What You Get, is a fast song, with rushing more punk than post drumming. The bass is moving fast and forward, upbeat and unafraid to take control of how song’s tempo. The guitar picks fastly and moves swiftly around the fretboard, adding uneasiness and a sense of rush in panic as Jehnny tells you over and over again, “This is what you get when you mess with love.” Again being lyrically simple and overly repetitive, the song tells you over again the same thing, while providing very little substance or context on what you’re getting or why. The song felt half baked, leaning on it’s musical prowess that had definitely been topped by other tracks on the album, This song is all power and speed about how you messed up and are getting what you deserve, as well as Jehnny herself eventually. Then after some song has passed, they take a sudden tempo change, going from fast, simple, and rushed, to a calm, patient, thought out musical change, consisting of steady riffing and drumming on all parts, it does not last long as the song returns to it’s original form again, but now she’s saying “I mess with love”, again and again. Whether they made the lyrics limited for the song because they felt the music was either thick or thin enough to cover or camouflage itself with the tracked, the song feels just it comes off as: rushed. Which could explain the laughing at the end of the track.

“Mechanics”, the final track opening with an unsettling atmosphere, with Jehnny once again providing tender vocals. She sings of her dire need to know and understand and feel love. This songs moves slowly, with the band playing a limited and tastefully, with guitar licks that add to the need for understanding. Jehnny is the most front stage on this track than any, as she gives the album it’s last words and rites, as it is a self aware closing song. The band is visible but barely, and really feels more like a swan song if anything. It drones and aches as if it’s breathing it’s last breath, as it slowly fades out giving the listener and the band the proper amount of time to sit and accept the ending of the album, leaving the listeners on a slow fade out before a strong purposeful skip closes the song. And that is a nice way to leave, Sudden yet quietly, a quick “That’s all folks” that leaves you thinking and feeling the weight and dreariness of the themes and topics of the album.

Adore Life certainly was a response to Silence Yourself and an attempt to definitely take what their first album did and try to grow in a way that’s more somber and moody, and they certainly pulled that off on a couple tracks. Savages still retained their rhythm driven, raw, and drawing less attention on their slow, depressing stylings. Savages certainly grew in some ways,  it wouldn’t be fair to say they didn’t. While I definitely anticipated more growth and progress from the band and their sound, they still made a decent album, and that’s an accomplishment in itself. Even if there were tracks that felt rushed or uninspired. While Adore isn’t as strong as Silence was, it certainly lived up to some of the expectations set by the latter.

Overall, I give it a 8.2/10.

People Under The Stairs at The Fillmore

(photo by Harrison Laver)

By Harrison Laver

'Twas the day after Thanksgiving, on a crisp San Francisco (k)night, when Thes One and Double K of People Under the Stairs (PUTS) walked out onto the timeless stage of the Fillmore to perform in front of an energized Bay Area crowd. Though hailing from Los Angeles, the veteran hip-hop duo has garnered a loyal following here after years of love shown for SF.  On Friday, they delivered the goods yet again.            

From the opening moments of the show, two things were apparent: for one, these guys aren’t just performers; they’re entertainers.  The intense involvement with the crowd, engaging banter and storytelling, and gestured communication throughout the show made them incredibly in tune with the audience.  Second, they're all about the music.  I never saw ego from either one of them.  They have a deep understanding and love for what they do, which is a completely self-sufficient and pure method of creating hip-hop; the duo produces their own beats, then writes and records their own lyrics.  The synergy between the two seeps out into their music. 

PUTS started out the show with a few oldies that got the crowd moving.  Without stopping, the duo moved on to a few tracks from their new EP “The GettinOff the Stage, Step 1” which hit the shelves a week before the show.  The EP is nothing groundbreaking, but stays true to their jazzy, hard-hitting but smooth, nostalgic sound which has graced listeners since their debut title in 1998. 

Thes One hopped around the stage with a backwards cap and a scarf while Double K held down the turntables wearing all black.  They floated through the first fifteen minutes with the poise of classic hip hop.  Already I was standing in a pool of spilled drinks on the floor.  At times it almost felt like a punk rock show, the way the crowd bounced around.  The energy brought out on the stage was palpable all night.   

It wasn't long before Double K had stepped out from the turntables to join Thes One for some uncompromising flows.  The way those guys worked off each other was impeccable.  One line from Double K moved on effortlessly to Thes One, who threw it back soon after.  Their voices seem to fit the instrumentals so well, which I think can be attributed to their DIY approach to hip hop.  The sense of ownership that they take over their songs is a rarity in the rap world, as most instrumentals pass through different hands before they arrive at a rapper who will use it to write a song, as opposed to PUTS creating all the pieces themselves. 

After one beat closed, Thes One came out with some more discourse to further fire up the Fillmore audience, “You know, we’re so fuckin’ thankful for y’all.  The only reason we can be out here doing this is because of you guys.”  And with that, they dropped into “The L.A. Song”, which is a tune about their protectiveness of their hometown and upbringing in L.A.  Nevertheless, these guys reject the notion of tension between SoCal and NorCal.  They spread love for all areas of California, from “Humboldt to Oceanside, ya dig?” 

Before the next song began, Thes One asked the crowd if anybody knew the Rob Ford dance, which is a series of dance moves that PUTS jokes around with at their shows.  About a dozen people screamed, and Thes One pulled a guy standing next to me in the front row on stage.  The guy immediately went over to Double K at the turntables and slapped hands with him.  The guy was pretty drunk, so Thes One double checked with him: “You sure you got this? Can you do it?”  Laughing, Double K started the beat.  Sure enough, the guy screwed it up right away.  “Alright alright, step back for this one,” directed Thes One, and the beat began again as he performed the moves himself.  Needless to say, the second time around went much smoother for Thes' inebriated subject. 

For the final track of the night, Double K emerged from the tables to flow with his hip hop partner; a song of affection for the Bay Area called “San Francisco Knights.”  If you aren’t familiar, this song samples the classic chorus and guitar lick from the California Dreamers song called “San Franciscan Nights,” originally written by the 60’s garage rock band The Animals.  PUTS started out the track with a clip from the sampled song, then dropped into the smooth jazz guitar lick and heavy bass.  The crowd went crazy.  And to top it off, as Double K made his rounds across the stage, he picked my friends SF Giants hat off his head and held it up to the crowd as he and Thes One spoke the words, “We doin’ we doin’ shows in San Francisco.” 

The duo walked off the stage amidst resounding applause from the audience, after giving my friend his hat back of course.  The crowd never ceased clapping, so PUTS came back for an incredible encore song, then walked away from a satisfied San Francisco crowd.  Their show at the Fillmore was a testament to their musicianship and showmanship, from Double K’s scratching and DJ’ing skills on the turntables, to Thes One’s lyrical ability and charismatic persona.  It was fitting that they should play such a classic venue, one that has adapted and grown with the times.  PUTS is much the same, as they have paved their own route in hip hop between the old-school and the new-school.  Hats off to People Under the Stairs.  

"Island Styles" - Exploring A Full Weekend of Music on Treasure Island

By Harrison Laver

Treasure Island Music Festival is something of an elated dream; a final homage to the blissful days of Summer as Fall opens its cool wings upon the Bay Area.  Being somewhat of its own entity in the festival world, Treasure Island is two days of music on two different stages, which lie just a short walk from one another.  Performances never overlap, so festival goers dont have to compromise seeing one band or DJ over another, which proved to be one of my favorite things about the event.

For those unaware, Treasure Island itself is a man-made area which extends off Yerba Buena island, located between San Francisco and Oakland. Smack in the middle of the Bay, it effectively marks the halfway point between "The Town" and "The City."  Finished in 1937, it became an active naval base from 1941 to 1991.  The area has since been the host of many events and film settings with its wide open grounds, military instillations, and abandoned buildings.  It is said that parts of the island were once heavily contaminated with radiation, so if you got an unfamiliar buzz while dancing to Deadmau5 over the weekend, you know what to blame. 

After a Saturday morning of seemingly indecisive weather, the Treasure Island music festival began at noon under a warm but cloud-suppressed sun.  It was the first day of the festival, which was dominated by electronic and hip-hop artists.  Flocks of people arrived by shuttle bus in their festival gear, ready to let loose on the T.I. grounds. 

Skylar Spence was the first to play.  His set began on the Bridge Stage, which was the larger of the two stages and had a fantastic view of the Bay Bridge and the San Francisco skyline.  Almost every artist who played on the Bridge Stage made a comment on the beauty of the view.  Bob Moses followed on the Tunnel Stage, which was the smaller of the two and faced east onto the mysterious grounds of Treasure Island.  Crowd pleaser Viceroy was next, fully equipped with a Hawaiian shirt and a memorable man-bun and backed by a howling saxophonist. Meanwhile, Baio crafted a sweet set back on the Tunnel Stage.

Every artist so far was no doubt extremely talented, but it wasn’t until Gorgon City that I found myself in a trance of adoration.  The deep, consuming bass, topped with a swirl of synth and piano, then charged with powerful vocal harmonies was almost too much to witness.  They brought a strength to the stage that simply spoke for itself.  Live drums accompanied the group, and songs like Realand Imagination had the crowd love-drunk from from the vibes pouring off the stage. 

Run the Jewels was the next artist I saw, which came on with their wall of bassy hip-hop beats and tireless lyrical content.  The crowd was bouncing to the flurry of words.  They were aggressive for peace. Classic and original; reminiscent of their influences but facing the future.  Familiar beats like Oh My Darling and Blockbuster Night got the audience nodding their heads in a fit of filthy hip-hop rage.  

I spent the next couple hours walking the grounds with my group, sampling different food trucks, grooving in the silent disco, and re-energizing away from the booming stages.  It was then that I stepped out of my normal diet of Hawaiian pizza and chicken noodle soup to try a vegan dish: fried sweet-and-sour cauliflower.  It was surprisingly decent!  

At this point, Big Grams was up on the Tunnel Stage for a set of total magic.  Big Grams is the collaboration of Big Boi and Phantogram, which was evidently a match-made in heaven.  The sweet but haunting melodies of Phantograms Sarah Barthel complemented by the harmonies and raps of Big Boi (Antwon Patton) swept us tired souls into the clouds of the Bay Area night sky.  We never wanted it to end, but alas, it was time for Deadmau5 to take the main stage. 

As my friend predicted, it would be a good 10 minutes of suspenseful light shows and synth noises before the set would actually start.  But once it got going, Deadmau5, in the midst of his hexagonal neon cage, was doing what he does best: rocking the house.  It truly took me back to the days of 2008 when EDM was beginning to hit the ears of the masses.   His set contained nothing new, but classics like Ghosts and Stuff and Strobe will always be enough to make the crowd feverish with excitement. 

"Deerhunter" plays for a packed audience  on  the Tunnel Stage (photo by Harrison Laver)

Day two came swiftly, and although my group and I were late risers, we were stoked for another festival experience.  Upon entering the grounds, it was apparent that the vibes were different this day.  There were less neon bracelets colorizing the crowds, less go-go outfits, and the general feeling was morerock n roll.  Sunday was the day for bands of all kinds, and it was going to be a great one. 

Jose Gonzalez was the first artist of the day that I got to see thoroughly.  His songs were so rhythmic and mesmerizing; some of them almost felt like chants.  The nylon strings of his guitar and the soft touches of his backing band took the whole crowd to a new place.  The wisdom of his lyrics and music came from a truly special place in the human mind. 

Father John Misty was the next artist that I saw, and one that I was incredibly excited to see.  I had heard of frontman Joshua Tillmans awesome banter and wit onstage, so I had my whiskey prepared, my cigarettes out, and my ears ready to soak it all in.  I sometimes hear people say that rock 'n roll has lost its originality in contemporary bands, and I think Father John Misty is a great example that successfully proves this hypothesis false.  The band produces simple, painfully honest, homegrown songs with a uniqueness of sound and emotion. Bored in the USA was one of my favorite tunes, which is a political and personal ballad about the difficulties of modern day life in the US.

As The War on Drugs sent forth their dreamy yet driving tunes upon the audience, it became apparent just how much the crowd had changed from the day prior.  This crowd was quieter, as if submersed in a haze after Saturdays non-stop party.  But it was comforting and peaceful to see so many people so relaxed, taking occasional breaks from the music to glance out upon the looming fog that hung above the building tops in San Francisco.  

Deerhunter played the smaller stage around 6:45pm.  Mist was blowing in sideways upon the audience as they began their first song, which was Desire Lines.  Frontman Bradford Cox had an issue with his guitar and had to swap with a backup, but nonetheless the tune was powerful and enthralling.  As the fog crept closer to Treasure Island, they played an appropriate song called Breaker, with the words I just drive, and then the fog rolls in.  Deerhunter went way above the expectations and, seemingly effortlessly, brought upon the perfect Sunday sound for the halcyon crowd. 

It was officially Sunday evening and people were beginning to feel the weight of the impending work week.  But our worries were momentarily swept away for the set of Chvrches.  Lead singer Lauren Mayberry had the perfect vocal touch for the sweet synth-pop beats of Ian Cook and Martin Doherty.  Mayberry spun around the stage, wooing the adoring crowd with every ultra-catchy melodic line.  Truly an exceptional act. 

Panda Bear also provided an amazing set and The National closed the weekend wonderfully, playing professional indie rock of the first degree.  Hits like Graceless and Dont Swallow the Cap were just the right touches to seal the deal on an incredible weekend. 

In sum, Treasure Island was the perfect entrance into the introspective days of Fall; a metaphorical kicking of the fallen leaves; a reminder that there are still festivals that do not boast absurd attendance numbers and ticket costs; a placid break from the weary weeks of the 9 to 5 to experience the joy of people and music. For that I say, thank you Treasure Island. 

"The little music festival that could..." (photo by Harrison Laver)

My Morning Jacket at The Masonic

Photo by Peter Horn

By Peter Horn

The first night’s show in a three-day run can often times be an exercise in restraint. Preserving songs for later setlists, preserving energy for the two nights ahead. While it could be argued the former held true, those in the crowd at San Francisco’s Masonic Auditorium for My Morning Jacket’s opening show certainly didn’t witness the latter.

After 17 years and seven studio albums, one thing hasn’t changed: My Morning Jacket’s Jim James is still your rockstar’s rockstar. He embraces the frontman role, but does so with an understated, enigmatic grace, equally at ease slipping into the shadows to focus on experimental guitar improvisations as he is reemerging into the light, face upturned with a quiet, confident smile. Wearing black from head-to-toe with a sweeping trenchcoat, black sunglasses and more than a head full of shoulder-length curly hair, he has the unmistakable look of a rockstar, of someone who’s not like you or me. But what’s missing is the pomp and circumstance that often accompanies frontmen. On an evening where all eyes were on him, not a word came out of his mouth that wasn’t a song lyric, an indication of his singular focus on why we’re all here: the music.

While each member of the group is a talented musician in his own right, it’s clear that the band goes as James goes. To that point, the band’s live performances have somewhat mellowed over the years, likely a result of James’ physical limitations after a series of on and off-stage injuries. In the show’s more spirited moments, where in the past we may have seen James jumping and thrashing his guitar with primal fury, we instead saw him sway and slide across stage like a kid wearing socks on a hardwood floor- each movement calculated and precise, a synecdoche of the evening’s performance.

The setlist reads like a My Morning Jacket anthology, featuring albums ranging from the recently released Stinson Beach product, Waterfall back to 1999’s The Tennessee Fire and (nearly) everything in between. The capacity-level general admission section responded appropriately to crowd pleasers: “At Dawn,” “Lowdown” and “Circuital”, while a number of lesser known tracks appeased the setlist junkies, including Tennessee Fire’s “Picture of You,” which was played for the first time on their current tour. James and fellow guitarist Carl Broemel each contributed songs from their respective solo albums, as did Bob Dylan in the form of two tracks from Lost on The River, a side project of James’ which features tracks based on uncovered lyrics handwritten by Dylan in 1967.

While the opening “At Dawn” brought its expected share of ebullience, it wasn’t until the fourth song of the night, “Golden,” that James seemed to settle in and open himself up, letting out a long, pained howl as he quietly strummed his guitar to close the song. He would stop and repeat this series two more times, revealing what would prove to be a theme of the evening: while he is an unquestionably entertaining performer, it was made clear that we were on his time. His music, his stage, and if he wanted to stand in the dark and howl for three minutes, then by God he was going to find the moon.

The band’s extended performance of “Dondante,” an emotionally loaded track born from the loss of James’ childhood best friend, gave the windowless Masonic a sepulchral feel as James bled from his guitar, head hung low wearing a mask of sweaty curls, the pain nearly palpable. It was Broemel’s saxophone that would act as water on the flames, giving James the opportunity to walk backstage to say hello to his passed friend, as is his tradition each time the song is played. And it’s this ability to share with the crowd such an intimate and emotionally charged experience that sets this group apart.

There were few major surprises in the setlist—save for some tracks pulled from dusty albums—until the jarring transition from “O Is The One That’s Real” into “What A Wonderful Man,” quite literally catching the crowd flat-footed. They pulled the audience in with the opening keyboard riff then refused to let go, and after a quick switch to James’ Gibson Flying V, kept the pedal pressed down for the set’s final song, “Holding On To Black Metal,” the juxtaposition of aggressive guitar licks and James’ impossibly high vocals a fitting summation of the night’s spectrum of lights, sounds and emotions.

The band’s retreat backstage fooled no one, and the crowd’s persistence was rewarded with a four-set encore that pushed the concert’s song count to 25 and the timer to over 2 hours and 15 minutes, finally punctuated by the majestically simple “Phone Went West.” And with a round of bows and two hearty thumbs up from James, the five of them slowly walked off stage, leaving behind a sweaty crowd both thoroughly satisfied and hungry for more. 

Flogging Molly Plays Hardly Strictly In Golden Gate Park

Photo by @TayBlake

By Jordan Latham

With 7 stages featuring over 100 artists, Hardly Strictly Bluegrass is a pretty epic music festival. Made even more awesome by the fact that, to spite all the big name performers, the cost of admission is zilch! -- The festival is totally free.
     

I showed up with my family quarter to 6 on Saturday night to catch LA Celtic punk band Flogging Molly. I had seen this band a couple times previously, but the east coast shows id been to, were a sea of scaly caps, mutton chops and Mohawks. This crowd is not that. Rocking all that classically San Francisco 70s era hippie fashion, nothing has changed. And everything has changed.  I guess it's marketed as boho. Adorned by the young, wealthy elite of San Francisco's techie population, it looks slightly disingenuous, and very far from free spirited or flower child.
   

Despite working several years on Haight Street in San Francisco, I had never made the actual festival before (weekends off in the restaurant industry aren't a thing). Boasting 750,000 attendees, there's a serious crowd at most every stage in golden gate park. The Swan stage was set above a shoulder to shoulder, packed field of festival goers. We perched our kids at the edge of the crowd, where people had pitched hammocks high in the eucalyptus trees to get a better view.
   

The hundreds of people walking between performers showcased a range of ages, from college kids to senior citizens. The scene at the Swan stage was more college aged, thousands of Jansportand Northface backpacks full of PBR. Given that the festival had started at 11 am, by 6 people had put in a good 7 hours of drinking luke warm beers and sharing soggy joints, and the buzz was palpable. To spite the intense wind, the skunky air was strong.
   

Because Flogging Molly has a very specific sound, people either really like them or they don't. The people on the outskirts of the crowd seemed uninspired when the first beats of the first song rung out. The fans were clearly down in front, as soon as the lyrics began I could hear the section of the crowd who had come with intent to see this band singing raucously along.
   

Dave King introduced the band with a quip about "if an old guy with crazy hair can get away with playing punk music, America might elect Burnie Sanders for president." After he said his name, I noticed people all throughout the crowd had taped Sanders for President 2015 signs to their jackets and coolers. If any one might agree with Kings statement, it would be this audience.
     

Dave King has a very comfortable, casual way of banter between songs. Having been born and raised in Dublin, his accent is definitively Irish, but slowed down enough to be discernible to his American audience.
   

Flogging Molly began their set with several older songs. Having been around since 1997, they have put out 7 killer albums and I liked them all. Drunken Lullaby, With in a Mile of Home, the section of people in front of the stage had moved back.
   

By the time the first two songs had completed a significant mosh pit had formed. The mosh pit is made up of the punk rockers who are here to dance to this band, and whatever drunk young men are feeling aggressive enough to throw themselves into the fray. Mosh pits at music festivals without security are controlled by the participants and surrounding audience. When some one falls, it's the responsibility of the adjacent people to strong arm them back to a standing position. It's on the circle pit members to avoid trampling any person on the ground. The audience and dancers are responsible for pulling apart any fights that may break out, and keep a slightly watchful eye on any person acting too drugged out or crazy. To spite these unspoken rules there will be bruised ribs and bloody noses. To a true fan in the moment, you won't feel the pain.
   

Due to the rapid beat fueling most Irish punk bands, Flogging Molly puts on a high energy, fast and furious set. Dave King turns red and sweaty right away, and gets redder throughout the show.
     

Wrapped up in Tomorrow Comes a Day too Soon, I didn't notice a dude with a fancy camera circling and taking pictures of me and my kid. When he started asking me questions about where I was from and if I wanted him to email me photos, I could almost catch a buzz off his breath. He swayed back and forth snapping pictures, telling me my kids were beautiful. "You're not English?" He slurred. "You look like you're from the UK". He won't remember this when he looks at his camera through his head ache tomorrow, so I feel no obligation to be polite,  and we move away from him farther up the hill.
   

The sound carries well, and even though we ve moved farther back, the acoustics are still good. At our new spot on the hill, we re between a guy selling beers out of his cooler and a gaggle of girls clearly on a hallucinogen ride, wearing expressions in response to things we couldn't see. Dave King sang "don't sink the boat, you built to keep afloat" and I settled back into listening and rocking my kid to the the tune of the Irish fiddle.
     

As the sun prepared to set, the wind kicked up. It seemed at times like all the drought induced dust was being sucked into the sky and blown at our faces. The fall leaves that have begun to litter the park were funneled into the air around us. The canvass covers of the stage pulled wildly at the rope constraints.
 

The band appeared un phased. If anything, they were energized by the unruly weather. with tight grips on their instruments they showed no sign of being aware the stage might lift off and blow away over our heads.
 

We joined the throngs of people who had had enough of the wind and left before their set was through. My two year old was officially pissed off in his stroller, where he'd digressed from dancing to throwing a weather induced tantrum. On our long walk out, drunk people left and right had words of wisdom for my kid about hanging in there. One tall man in black said "he sounds like a highway to hell" and as he yammered on about ACDC lyrics my kid was so weirded out by the nonsensical noise coming out of a grown up, he forgot to throw his fit.
 

As we sat in bumper to bumper to traffic on our drive back to Oakland I thought about how watching a band play live is such a different experience every time. Watching an intimate show in a bar, or at a concert venue, Flogging Molly was a different performance than what I had just seen. Their performance at Hardly Strictly, was gracious and spirited and intentional. A big part of my adoration of live shows is the intensely in the moment aspect. Sharing a one of a kind memorable experience with the strangers around you. They're no longer strangers, they are the other people who got to see that set in that venue in that year. That band will never play that same set the same way again. Concerts are like snow flakes, all the details that set them apart from each other, no two live performances will be exactly the same.

The stormy wind shaped the environment and the energy at theFlogging Molly performance at Hardly Strictly bluegrass 2015. It swirled the music around the massive audience, it amplified the feeling of experiencing something together that was special, and unique and rad. If you live in the San Francisco Bay Area and have not experienced the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass music festival, make it happen. It's an adventure in concert going, you never know what will happen. You can say you were there when...

"It Was Only Rock 'n' Roll (but Sacramento Liked It)" – Tom Keifer at Ace of Spades

Photo by Tanja M. Alvarez

By Tanja M. Alvarez

The story has it that Tom Kiefer's career and that of his Cinderella band mates got a little push after a chance encounter with Jon Bon Jovi at Philadelphia's Empire Rock Club back in 1985. Exactly 30 years later, after the rise and fall of glam metal and struggles to regain his voice after a paralysis of his left vocal chord, the talented singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist is pushing himself to new limits. Supporting his highly anticipated first solo record “The Way Life Goes”, which has been in the making for about a decade and was released in April of 2013, Keifer electrified his Sacramento audience with nothing less than an arena-worthy performance.

Dixon-based Force of Habit did a great job warming up the crowd, which, after a shorts break, immediately came to live with the first chords of Cinderella classic “Falling Apart at the Seams.” Two new songs, “It's Not Enough” and “A Different Light”, were also well received. Then Keifer greeted his fans and exclaimed: “I hope you're feeling loud.” Possibly due to his encouragement but most certainly brought about by the singer's explosive performance fans made lots of noise during “Save Me” and “Shake Me.”

For the next few songs Keifer took a seat at the front of the stage with guitarist Tony Higbee and bassist Billy Mercer at his side. Providing a still intense but more intimate atmosphere for a crowd he's had wrapped around his finger since he first set foot on the stage he delivered an amazing version of “Heartbreak Station.” Right before “Don't Know What You Got” the tall singer shared that his wife Savannah will not be able to perform this song with him as usual because she is in the hospital. He then got out his cell phone, called his wife, and asked flattered fans to sing to her.

The setlist, which was actually dominated by Cinderella songs, was every fan's dream. “Night Songs” was truly incredible and “The Flower Song”, which should have been a huge radio hit, made every 70s child in attendance feel warm and fuzzy inside. However, most notably, all songs seamlessly blended together. There was no distinction between Cinderella songs and solo material assuring that this show would be a wonderful musical experience instead of a drawn out sales pitch.

Speaking of wise choices Kiefer doesn't only know how to pick the right songs but demonstrated great skill in assembling his solo band comprised of a group of seasoned musicians. The performance's skill level did not allude to the fact that these guys have only played 101 shows together and the interplay of whirlwind guitarist Tony Higbee's and cool cat bassist Billy Mercer's personalities was great to watch. Heavyweight Paul Taylor, formerly of Alice Cooper and Winger, took on the important role on keys and Paul Simmons grooved on the drums. 

Soon many were wondering how Kiefer would manage to end this incredibly engaging performance with a bang. With that vivid fire in his eyes his fans love so much he returned to the stage for the encore with two covers and “Gypsy Road.” What at first glance seemed like a bold move with so many well-loved original songs to choose from quickly turned into a triumphant finale. Joe Cocker's “With a Little Help From my Friends” would have made the late icon more than proud, and fans not only liked but absolutely loved his juicy rendition of the Rolling Stone's “It's Only Rock 'n' Roll” getting seduced by Kiefer as he sat at the edge of the stage for part of the song.

You know you are witnessing a great performance when you become so engulfed in the music that you simply forget everything around you for about an hour and a half. Without a doubt, this evening was a glorious revelry of rock 'n' roll. Undeniably, Tom Kiefer is one of the most talented musicians of our time. Remarkably, he put as much energy into this performance as if he was playing the Madison Square Garden. Very possibly, he will be getting secret job offers from Keith Richards, Ronnie Wood, and Charlie Watts once they find out about his rendition of their song.

"The Louder the Better" - Motörhead at the Warfield

By Tanja M. Alvarez (words & photos)

It will be so loud that if we moved in next door to you, your lawn will die” is what Motörhead founder, voice, and bassist Lemmy Kilmister has reportedly said about his band's music. Last Monday, while the power trio's 40th anniversary tour stopped at San Francisco's Warfield Theatre, fans could hear for themselves whether Motörhead is truly “louder than anyone else.” The consensus was that there is no arguing with the legendary frontman who has 22 studio albums under his belt and has sold more than 15 million records worldwide. Unfortunately, there was no lawn to kill in the Warfield's immediate vicinity, but finding out exactly how many decibels the historic venue will be able to withstand appeared to be an easy second choice for Mr. Kilmister and band mates.

Needless to say anybody who wants to stand a chance of opening for the “Loudest Band Ever” needs to know how to turn up the volume. British rockers Saxon seemed all too familiar with that dial and magically catapulted the audience back in time to the heyday of heavy metal with their unique riffs, song structures, and an overall sound that now belongs to the Zeitgeist of the past. It was refreshing to see the Brits still going strong after over three decades of rocking, and many are looking forward to the release of their 21st studio album “Battering Ram” this October.

During the intermission those in attendance who didn't have their ear plugs ready yet knew to quickly get a move on as equipment was briskly moved across the stage and a huge Snaggletooth banner with the words “victoria aut morte - by victory or death” became clearly visible. Not long thereafter Lemmy, guitarist Phil “Wizzö” Campbell, and drummer Mikkey Dee appeared, and fans were welcomed with their signature greeting “we are Motörhead and we're here to play rock and roll.” With that said hands were raised in the air and bodies started slamming into each other in the large mosh pit on the main floor.

Despite the imminent release of the band's 22nd album “Bad Magic” the setlist pleased fans with lots of classics. “Damage Case” from the 1997 album “Overkill” started the auditory attack followed by “Stay Clean” and “We are Motörhead.” Lemmy, dressed in black as usual, with a black hat and red foot gear, sounded as great as ever. Just as fans have come to expect, the lead singer left excursions to the front of the stage to guitarist Campbell and stayed put behind his microphone taking an occasional sip of his beer.

Although Lemmy's larger-than-life persona often stands in the forefront, due respect must be paid to his band mates. Phil Campbell did not only relentlessly work the crowd but dazzled fans with a beautiful guitar solo. During “Dr. Rock” (Orgasmatron, 1986), Mikkey Dee, who was very strong all night, impressed with a thunderous drum solo. The three musicians worked together like a well-oiled machine, and the sound couldn't have been any better or louder.

The set concluded with more hits such as “Just 'Cos You Got the Power” (No Sleep at All, 1988) and “Going to Brazil” (1916, 1991). The most famous “Ace of Spades” (Ace of Spades, 1985) was preceded by a warning from Lemmy: “This is the last song of the night unless you make some noise.” The crowd was more than obedient and hence earned the encore “Overkill” (Overkill, 1979) and the heartfelt compliment “you've been a lovely crowd tonight!” It suddenly became quiet again in the beautiful theater which luckily remained undamaged. Motörhead will continue to make very loud music across the United States until the end of next month and then move on to kill lawns and shake buildings on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

Fort Lean Brings a “Beach Holiday” to San Francisco

By Mandi Dudek | @TheSeekologist (words & photos)

If you’re at all familiar with the weather in San Francisco, you'd know that the months of June and July bring a rare chance of sunshine. However, the past few weeks west of the Bay Bridge have proven the legendary quote by Mark Twain ("The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco") to be a tad inaccurate for the summer of 2015. Tuesday, July 14th happened to be a perfect evening, as you could throw on a light jacket to peruse the streets of downtown San Francisco while looking up at a clear, fog-less sky. This is also the night that Fort Lean rocked the Rickshaw Stop with an intimate, dynamic performance.

The Brooklyn-based, American indie-rock band, Fort Lean, released their first EP in April of 2011, including three singles and a video. Since then, they've released another EP in 2012 and their first LP, Quiet Day, in early 2015. Since the band’s formation, they've toured with talented acts such as We Were Promised Jetpacks, Bear Hands, Joy Formidable, and Surfer Blood. They've also popped up at music festivals like Waking Windows and SXSW. The Rickshaw Stop was the third stop on their tour of southwest America, playing alongside Chappo and Yukon Blonde.

Rickshaw Stop, a former TV studio, is the perfect combination of a welcoming ambiance in an adequately small space with minimal in-your-face lighting; giving it a feel as if you are watching a show in the comfort of your own garage. Prior to the show, the five members of Fort Lean were found socializing near the bar and blending-in with the few dozen fans, setting a comfortable, friendly atmosphere for the show ahead.

The music from the venue's DJ slowly quieted as the group members nonchalantly took the stage, backlit with deep blue and magenta lighting. The crowd moseyed toward the band, leaving a few feet of space between the stage. Frontman/lead singer/guitarist, Keenan Mitchell, got on the microphone with a friendly, "Come closer!" As the audience closed the gap, the band broke out into their opening song, "High Definition" from their first EP in 2011, setting the bar (and energy level) high for the rest of the show. The ensuing keyboard solo by Will Runge caused the crowd's cheering to escalate as everyone clapped in unison to the beat. As the opening song finished, it was clear the night was going to be fueled by inexhaustible energy.

Fort Lean continued the show with an assortment of new and old songs, making sure to bring the enthusiasm back up to its peak after their slower tracks. During "Do You Remember?” the crowd swayed back-and-forth together as Mitchell mesmerized the house in an emotional production. Each strum of the guitar-solo was felt powerfully, followed by several "Whooo!" shouts from the audience.

In between each song, Mitchell would interact with the crowd, at times singling a person out, to make everyone feel like a group of old college friends. The strong bond between the guys of Fort Lean was obvious, on and off stage, and their enthusiasm was contagious. During long breaks in songs, they'd rock out and dance together, making sure to use every inch of space on the stage. As a song ended, they'd all take sips of their beer as they transitioned into the next track. This close-knit demeanor only made the audience feel more intrigued and contented throughout the show.

A noticeable crowd favorite was "Cut To The Chase," from Fort Lean's new 2015 LP, as it displayed a powerful performance from each member of the band. The combination of Zach Fried on guitar and Jake Aron on bass created a gripping tempo as the crowd shouted every word to this undeniably catchy song. 

The band wrapped up their set with a couple hits to seal the deal. "Dreams (Never Come True)" was the last of the slower songs and yet another emotionally charged one at that. Mitchell has a way of not only using his voice, but his body language to express the feelings behind a song and it almost locks you into a hypnotic-like state. But of course, when you think there couldn't be anymore jumping and dancing, Fort Lean performs "Envious" and gives everyone the most exuberant, impressive performance of the night. Sam Ubl exuded relentless energy on the drums the entire show, as he performed as if he could go all night during this track. 

Fort Lean capped off their set with the much-anticipated hit, "Beach Holiday" from their 2011 EP, giving the audience all the oomph they had left in them. It's nearly impossible to stand still during this quick, fired-up summer anthem. It proved to be a perfect ending to a lively and exuberant show.

Although the performance was far too short, it was exceptional nonetheless, leaving the crowd clamoring for more songs to hear. The solos from each member were flawless, the energy was endless and each person in the audience was left with ringing ears and an infectious smile.

Van Halen Still Runnin' With The Devil After All These Years

By Tanja M. Alvarez (words & photos)

Drama is no stranger to Van Halen, one of the most successful American rock bands in history. Over the course of their long and prosperous career the group has undergone a few not-so-amicable changes, some of which were accompanied by public statements of dismay. Despite the seemingly tumultuous relationships between band members, the quartet has written and performed some of the best known rock songs of the past four decades and has sold over 80 million records worldwide. 

July 5th marked the beginning of Van Halen's current North American tour with all-time members Alex and Eddie Van Halen on drums and guitar, Eddie's son Wolfgang on bass, and David Lee Roth on lead vocals. Due to the release of their live album "Tokyo Dome Live in Concert" just a few months ago, thousands of fans in every major city once again eagerly awaited a display of enormous musical talent accompanied by a measure of unpredictability capable of taking the entire show in a whole new direction. The well-documented tension between the band's  guitar virtuoso and its flamboyant frontman has spilled over onto the stage in the past, and Roth's inconsistent vocal performance almost begs you to place a wager on whether he's going to absolutely nail or terribly butcher the next song.  

Nevertheless, or possibly exactly because of that, over 10,000 fans came to the Concord Pavilion on July 9th to see their favorite band. Many appeared instantly mesmerized as the rockers took the stage with whirlwind opener "Light up the Sky" from their 1979 release Van Halen II. "Running With the Devil" ("Van Halen", 1978) was a great strategic move as a follow up keeping the momentum alive. The whole stage was illuminated with red  lights and David Lee Roth immediately started working the crowd, kneeling down in front of hypnotized fans. "Everybody Wants Some" ("Women and Children First", 1980) and "Feel Your Love Tonight" ("Van Halen") were also great choices and definite crowd pleasers. 

About ten songs into the set, Alex Van Halen delivered a skillful drum solo. Fans took in every beat and appeared to love every minute of it. The slightly older one of the Van Halen brothers, Alex proved to be in great shape. Looking slick with his dark glasses he appeared to enjoy not only his time in the spotlight but the entire show. At the end of his solo he stood up, thanked fans, and appeared genuinely gratified. 

The 25-song set continued with a mix of greatest hits and songs that haven't been played live very much, at least not for quite some time. "Women in Love" ("Van Halen II", 1979) was reminiscent of old times, especially when Dave was joking around with Eddie in between lines. "Ain't Talking 'Bout Love" ("Van Halen") was  another crowd favorite, and loud screams prompted the frontman to turn directly to the audience announcing: "I'm just feeling good. How about you?" 

Overall, Diamond Dave appeared to be his dazzling self minus a little hair and some height on his signature karate kicks. His big smile, his grand gestures, and many wardrobe changes were all still the same. His comments and stories continue to bear undeniable parallels to his singing: sometimes hilarious, sometimes a little inappropriate, but always entertaining. He sounded amazing during quite a few songs, such as "In a  Simple Rhyme"("Women and Children First"), "Ice Cream Man" ("Van Halen"), and "Unchained" ("Fair Warning", 1981). In all fairness, Roth's vocals are as unique as his antics, and his fans, who know to expect the unexpected, love him for exactly that reason.  

When it was time for Eddie's guitar solo, the gears abruptly switched from unpredictability to dexterous precision. Not many guitar players are able to captivate an audience with such skillful and distinct styles as this accomplished master of the six-string. Eddie showcased some of his signature styles, among them a technique called "tapping" which he is pericularly known for. It was a great pleasure to watch him elicit such beautiful sounds from his instrument with such ease. 

The roughly two-hour show wrapped up with a few more big hits. Kinks' cover "You Really Got Me" was part of the package, as well as "Panama" ("1984", 1984), which elicited a strong reaction from the audience. Finally, Roth addressed fans one more time asking: "Do you want to hear the encore?" knowing that this had to be a rhetorical question. "Jump", Van Halen's one and only number one on the US Billboard Hot 100, fit that slot perfectly with its high energy and Roth twirling a baton.   

When everything was said and done, fans had no reason to be disappointed. May their personal relationships be as they are, on stage everyone did their part, from the Van Halen brothers' amazing drumming and strumming to Diamond Dave's exquisite showmanship. Not to forget Wolfgang Van Halen who was not only amazing on bass but was also instrumental in teaming up with his dad to save the day more than once with great back up vocals. Fans left happily hoping that the sentiment was equally peaceful backstage.

Smashing Pumpkins on the Road With Marilyn Manson

By Tanja M. Alvarez (words & photos)

After playing only a few select dates last year following the release of their latest album "Monuments to an Elegy," the Smashing Pumpkins have joined forces with Marilyn Manson and embarked on a North American co-headlining tour. The "End of Times Tour" started in Concord, California on July 7th and will wrap up on August 9th in Nashville, Tennessee.

Billy Corgan and collaborators were well received by fans during their opening night and played many of their old hits. (See below for a complete set list.) The band was re-joined by original drummer Jimmy Chamberlin.

After struggles with their musical direction and a break up in 2000, the Smashing Pumpkins appear to be back to not only create new music but to enjoy and honor their past success. Frontman Billy Corgan just recently tweeted: "It's time to celebrate the legacy, camaraderie, the journey, the kinship, and the band's unique relationship to fans."


 1. Cherub Rock
 2. Bullet With Butterfly Wings
 3. Tonight, Tonight
 4. Ava Adore
 5. Drum + Fife
 6. One and All (We Are)
 7. The Everlasting Gaze
 8. Zero
 9. The Crying Tree of Mercury
10. Mayonaise
11. Disarm
12. Landslide (Fleetwood Mac Cover)
13. 1979
14. Run2Me
15. Thru the Eyes of Ruby
16. Stand Inside Your Love
17. United States

 Encore:
18. Today

Setlist courtesy of setlist.fm

"Pray For Hell Not Hallelujah" - Marilyn Manson Kicks Off End Of Times Tour in Concord

By Tanja M. Alvarez (words & photos) 

He portrays the ultimate villain. He is the Antichrist and the self-proclaimed God of F***. Worshipped by fans, condemned by conservatives and blamed for many things gone astray in this society, his image has become larger than life perfectly reflecting the juxtaposition of his stage name.

People either love or hate him; with Brian Hugh Warner, aka Marilyn Manson there isn't much in between. His power lies in his ability to create controversy, such as luring religious activists away from feeding the homeless and other good deeds to rush to his shows and harass concert goers instead.

Last Tuesday, the rocker, who discovered his attraction to things one isn't supposed to do while attending a Christian school as a child, set out to bring chaos and non-conformity to the beautiful Concord Pavilion on the first date of his  "End Times Tour".     

The stage was covered in its entirety with a heavy black curtain allowing Manson to slip onstage unseen by the audience. Loud cheers of anticipation erupted, and the dark obstacle soon gave way allowing fans to get their first glimpse of Manson dressed in all black, with short, asymmetrical  hair, and his signature pale make up.

With the first notes of the opener "Deep Six", the second single from Manson's ninth studio album "The Pale  Emperor" released earlier this year, screams got even louder for an appropriate welcome.  

Amidst clouds of thick smoke, an intent Manson energetically swung his mic around surely indicating that he was about to unleash a brutal visual  and auditory attack on the over 10,000 Manson faithful in attendance. "Disposable Teens" (Holy Wood, 2000), "mOBSCENE" (The Golden Age of Grotesque, 2003), and "No  Reflection" (Born Villain, 2012) all left fans screaming for more. Then followed a second and final song from his latest release "Third Day of a Seven Day Binge".

Much to the pleasure of his fans, Manson has never been an artist to relentlessly push his new material making his shows a  better qualitative experience as opposed to a shallow attempt to promote a new product. One of the classics that everyone was dying to hear was Eurythmics cover "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)" which first earned Manson  substantial notoriety way back in 1995. Fans were not disappointed as the Ohio native appeared on stilts, a spectacle reminiscent of his entrancingly creepy music videos.

From here on the tension continued to rise. During "The Love Song" (Holy Wood, 2000) the former music journalist posed behind a podium with a double barred cross logo, taking on a charismatic persona full of innuendos. Then, during "Lunchbox" (Portrait of an  American Family, 1994), he simply sat on the floor delivering an exquisite vocal performance with intense screams. 

Although this show wasn't as extraordinarily outrageous as many of his past gigs, Manson wasn't ready to call it quits without some of his villainous spectacles he is so well known for. He performed "Antichrist Superstar", title track from his 1996 studio album, partly standing behind a second, even larger podium decorated with his infamous shock symbol, partly sitting and laying on top of it. The encore came way too soon but Manson didn't let up until the last note.

He jumped into the crowd during "The Beautiful People," shaking hands and becoming acquainted with fans in the front rows. Finally, he jumped back on stage teasing long-time bass player and collaborator Twiggy Ramirez and knocking over a couple of floor lights before vanishing for good. 

This roughly one-hour long performance was too short, but sweet nonetheless. Co-headliner Smashing Pumpkins was on deck, and there was a curfew to be cared for.

Despite the somewhat toned down presentation, this show was a Manson extravaganza, if you will, with special attention paid to the music and vocals like (possibly) never before. Rarely has Manson appeared so focused and determined. He was very much on top of his game.

According to Manson's philosophy: May evil prevail, freedom of expression conquer conformity, and critics accept their insignificance.

July 11th: Death Cab Visits The Greek; Jurassic 5 Headlines The Fox

On Saturday July 11th, east bay music fans will be faced with a welcome ultimatum. See Death Cab For Cutie outside at Berkeley’s Greek Theatre? Or head inside to the Fox Theatre in downtown Oakland to catch some hip-hop vibes from Jurassic 5? Regardless of your taste, take a moment to indulge in both bands below…

Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue
— Death Cab For Cutie

Lyrics be burning like brush fires
Spreading vocal leprosy
Using discrepancy
Lyric weaponry
— J5

"Coverdale Re-visits Roots on Purple Tour" - Whitesnake at SF's Regency Ballroom

By Tanja M. Alvarez (Photos & Words) 

David Coverdale apparently has no difficulties letting go of things associated with fortune and fame. After walking away from Deep Purple early in his career he disbanded his brainchild Whitesnake at the height of their success in 1990 only to regroup and dissolve the band once again less than a decade later. Fortunately for his followers, Coverdale can’t seem to stay away from the microphone for too long. Last Thursday night, "DC," as fans affectionately call the eloquent rocker, blew away the audience at San Francisco’s Regency Ballroom confirming the long-held suspicion that it can only be his true passion for making music that keeps him coming back for more and more.

Right around 9 PM, Coverdale and bandmates exploded onto the stage with opener “Burn,” a track from their latest studio release “The Purple Album,” a compilation of remakes of Deep Purple songs and tribute to Coverdale’s former collaborators. Whitesnake original “Slide It In” followed without hesitation, and fans temporarily relieved the singer from his job as he proudly pointed the mic toward the audience. At this early point in the show the energy already reached a level of intensity many bands only hope to achieve during their encore.

Coverdale, who was dressed in a white, buttoned down shirt and black leather pants, projected pure confidence. He was on fire, effortlessly conjoining bold raunchiness with the poise of a seasoned rock star. Throughout the evening, the British born frontman took full advantage of his power by toying with fans in the front rows and elegantly raising a toast with a glass of wine.

After a whirlwind of alternating Whitesnake compositions and Deep Purple remakes, the audience was in for a special treat as equally talented guitarists Reb Beach and Joel Hoekstra delivered brilliant solos. While Beach, who splits his time between Whitesnake and Winger, dominated his instrument in a heavy, forceful, yet intricate manner, Hoekstra appeared to be hugging his blue glittery six-string creating an effortlessly flowing, almost angelic resonance. The skill level was exceptional, but what made these presentations truly magnificent was the notion that they could simultaneously exist on one stage without evoking the slightest need for a comparison.

After two more Deep Purple classics it was time for veteran drummer Tommy Aldridge to take the spotlight. The double bass pioneer beat his drums with such ferocity that left stunned spectators exhausted from merely attempting to study his moves. Just when it appeared as if the tension couldn’t soar any further, Aldridge threw away his sticks and proceeded to drum with his bare hands, which has become one of his trademarks throughout his phenomenal career.

Newer members proved to be invaluable as well. Bassist Michael Devin, who has been with Whitesnake since 2010, delivered a solid performance and demonstrated great showmanship playing harmonica during “Mistreated.” Latest addition “Italian Stallion” and renowned voice coach Michele Lupi played an important role on keys and lend his expertise to the back-up vocals.

While songs from “The Purple Album” were well received the crowd really went wild during “Is This Love” and “Here I Go Again.”  The latter closed the set and the band quickly disappeared into the dark. Fortunately, drained fans didn’t have to scream for long before the sextet reappeared determined to do the seemingly impossible by turning up the heat one more notch with “Still of the Night,” very likely one of the greatest rock songs ever written.

What happened that evening when Whitesnake took the stage at the Regency Ballroom perfectly illustrated the difference between a great show and a truly magical experience. The energy was so intense words don’t appear capable of producing an adequate description. However, one thing was certain: this was pure rock ‘n’ roll performed by true masters of their craft.

Sylvan Esso at the Fillmore

(Photo by @heartsoulhappiness)

By Peter Horn | @PeterCHorn

Sylvan Esso’s Tuesday night show was a marriage of the synthetic and the organic, a sonic reminder that opposites do indeed attract. Nick Sanborn’s beats are intriguing and multi-textural, Amelia Meath’s voice satisfying and just enough unique. But his DJ work and her voice alone don’t sell out San Francisco’s historic Fillmore two nights in a row. The synergy between the two sell out The Fillmore two nights in a row.

Tuesday was an evening of contrast and anticipation: the bass was deep and hard-hitting but purposeful, her voice childlike in the face of Sanborn’s violent hooks. Both can stand alone—and both do: his bass powers Megafaun while her vocals drive Mountain Man—but paired together, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. His beats pull the hotel room shades down low; her voice cracks the window, letting just enough daylight in.

The duo from Durham enhances the contrast with the art of anticipation, stacking blocks precariously high, drawing the audience in with a “watch this” wink then, when the tower is wavering, stacking one more and kicking out the foundation. Buildups are impossibly long; by the time the beat finally drops, the crowd is personally invested. As the bass dropped, we dropped.

The show was spirited, in the way a car wreck is jarring. Framed by a pulsing backdrop of glowing angles—an appropriate arrangement of “greater-than” signs—Meath punched through the heavy fog sitting over the stage in a torn black tank top, perfectly incongruous with her sprightly vocals. At her best, her voice approaches Norah Jones- a sound nearly innocent.

Five feet to her left, Sanborn bobbed frenetically over a laptop and soundboard, doing actual onstage DJ work… or at the very least a convincing acting job. A true multimedia experience, lights flashed in synchrony with his deepest hits, highlighting that which needed no highlighting.

“Coffee” and “Hey Mami” were played with the passion of a band not yet tired of dancing with the one that brought them, while new material demonstrated their limitless appetite for creative juxtaposition. The latter featured a track in which a xylophone and rainforest sound effect broke into the evening’s deepest bass line, the contrast so glaring it teetered on comical.

The group was miles away from its hometown of Durham, NC, a point illustrated by the tepid response to their North Carolina shout-out, as well as the strong impression made by San Francisco grocery stores (“Every time I walk into Bi-Rite, I stand in front of the carrots and weep”). Durham is a city better known for a certain university and minor league baseball team than its music scene. Bands like Sylvan Esso and Hiss Golden Messenger are starting to change that.

Throughout the duo’s 90-minute performance, there was sweat and there were heart-rattling bass lines and eyes-closed dancing, but there was also a sense that some was left on the table, understandable for the first show of a two-night run. The encore—a vocally driven “Come Down” that was refreshing and genuine, if a bit anticlimactic—seemed to revel in this fact, leaving the audience smiling and rubbing the smarting handprint of previous bass hooks.

And with an unassuming wave goodbye, Sanborn and Meath quietly walked off stage, the pair somehow larger than the two silhouettes disappearing into the fog. 

"Running The Musical Playground" - We Became Owls Steals the Show at the GAMH

 

The Great american music hall, hallowed ground of the bay area music scene (photo by Josh Hunsucker)

The Great american music hall, hallowed ground of the bay area music scene (photo by Josh Hunsucker)

By Josh Hunsucker | @jphunsucker

Last Friday evening was a typical spring evening at Mosswood Park in Oakland. Former NBA players to local playground regulars laced up their kicks to get a run on one of the Bay Area’s legendary street ball proving grounds. Across the Bay, the Great American Music Hall, a cathedral of the Bay Area local music scene, hosted an equivalent night of pick-up Americana music. Although the lives of local musicians and basketball players (sharpening their skills on the hard courts and clubs of the Bay Area) rarely cross paths, they often closely parallel each other.

For every Green Day or Grateful Dead or Jason Kidd or Gary Payton that make it, there are thousands of Andre Nikatinas and Lemon Yellows and “Circus” Kings and “Hook” Mitchells that never escape the local scene. For many bands, clubs like the Great American Music Hall are the musical playgrounds where they get a shot to put their fingerprints on the Bay’s rich music scene and potentially rise to the national level. Friday night was no exception as the Great American Music Hall hosted a lineup of four formidable bands.

The highlight of the night was the Oakland-based We Became Owls, a self-proclaimed alternative Americana band. I describe their music as Desert Island. The lyrics are haunting and personal, the sound is authentic but familiar, drawing on the classic roots of folk music. It has kind of soulful sound that that you would chose to play on a loop if you were Tom Hanks stranded alone in the South Pacific.

On Friday night, WBO strolled on stage with something to prove. From the opening notes of “Oak Tree,” the lead track off their new EP “there are other animals at the zoo,” there was something different about their sound. Maybe it was the decidedly hometown crowd but there was a different and bigger energy from the band, like they told themselves before the walking out, “we are f$#&ing stealing this show.”

Lead singer Andrew Blair sang most of the night with an intense stare, aimed just over the crowd. His focus rarely breaking, with the exception of a few laughs aimed at few well-served fans, as though he was extracting the rich sonic history embedded in the walls and repurposing it back into every note. The initial push-pull rhythm of the show, interspersing the up-beat and scathing “Table for One” with the darker “Victoria” played like a welcome challenge to the crowd, “hold on if you can.”

Even the more subdued songs, like the aforementioned “Victoria” and the new “I’m Your,” carried the performance’s energy as Audrey Baker’s June Carter-like harmonizing vocals gave depth to the performance, which operated within the set like a great pick-and-roll duo.

 

Andrew Blair and Audrey Baker  convincing the crowd that they are telling the truth (photo by Josh Hunsucker)

Andrew Blair and Audrey Baker  convincing the crowd that they are telling the truth (photo by Josh Hunsucker)

The highlight of the show was the back-to-back performance of “Lovely and Lonesome,” the band’s most crowd friendly (dare I say commercial?) song and “Mask,” my personal desert island anthem. While “L&L” is somewhat of a break from the classic WBO sound, in the sense that the sound is richer, more complex, and bigger, the heart remains the same. The fact that WBO has been able to merge its foundational songwriting, the kind that makes you feel all the feelings, with a sound that is likely to appeal to a broader audience, demonstrates the growth of a band forged in the dimly lit clubs of the Bay Area.

The arrangement of L&L underscored a performance that infused this newer approach, alluded to on “I’m Done,” the last track of their self-titled EP, and prominently featured on the new EP. Even long time WBO tune “Hangin’” has been scrupulously tinkered with to fit into the bolder arrangement, a stark contrast to Andrew and Ross Warner playing together at the Red Devil Lounge circa 2011. The chip burdened shoulder WBO played with both commanded and captivated the hall, resulting in a 40 minutes of hell type performance that effectively ran other good acts, like Ardent Sons, out of the building.

WBO closed out the show with a Steve Earle cover sandwiched between two new songs, which served both as a platform to demonstrate the virtuosity of Ross’ fingers and as a welcome preview of more things to come from WBO. The only thing lacking from the show was the encore demanded from the vocal WBO fan base in both English and Spanish alike.

Who knows if WBO will ever ascend outside of the bay area club scene? Like so many musical acts and kids with hoop dreams, the chances of success are both relative and/or low. However, from an outside perspective it seems like the band has a floor of a Leon Powe and breakable ceiling of a Damian Lillard. The road is still long, obviously, and the grind will be real. However, if Friday night serves an example of what fans can expect from WBO on a nightly basis, then it is not outside the realm of possibility that when WBO headlines a sold out GAMH show in 2025 it will be a full circle homecoming for a big band returning to their roots where they once stole a show from the headliner on a random Friday night.

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