Friday, November 28, 2008

Walking Bicycles this December


Ok, this is just to remind...perhaps just myself that Wallking Bicycles are playing the Empty Bottle this Monday 1st December.  For those of you that have seen British post-punk bands like The Violets, and Ipso Facto on YouTube and long to see those bands live put away your passport 'cause we have an answer for them here in Chicago.  I bet they won't even bitch about being compared to Siouxsie and The Banshees like The Violets do.  Go see them.
Kaspar-Zig


Thursday, November 27, 2008

Asobi Seksu

  It's not a deliberate thing going to the Empty Bottle like every other week.  Last year I probably went like once.  A lot of bands I like happen to gravitate to there, now.  The venue is small, well Ronnie's on California (I think) is far smaller.  The 'Bottle  just knows what resonates.  On this Wednesday night in October Asobi Seksu played.  Post Honeymoon opened and damn I just went blank as to who the middle band was.   I liked all of them but my resources were limited to one thing.  The name Asobi Seksu I believe means "playful sex" in Japanese.  This is a  loud shoegaze  muscle car  driving down 26th street in Little Village.   
 Yuki the singer  drives it with urgency, like she's late for work.  One can dance to them like the Cocteau Twins.  Yet their blood pulses faster than that iconic band.  I say it like that because the songs are kind of fast for shoegazer.  Yuki's voice sometimes delicate and soft, seems to be on the edge of being consumed by the bass,  and fuzzy guitar, but no, these are dogs that she trained like Cesar Milan. Yuki can be soft and whispery in one moment and in the next she soars above the guitar and bass.  Every song has something to hook you with.  Sometimes it's the bass....for me it's often the bass, sometimes it's her voice.  Listen to "Thursday" on the Citrus CD.  Yuki's voice is at a calm pace in stark contrast to the faster chaos of bass and guitar, yet is never consumed.   The pace of most of the songs is relatively fast.  Yuki just calmly rides the storm.  With some shoegaze, one can get lost in the clouds.  The uninitiated just lose interest, they get lost in the fog.  AS never get that way.  Each song forms it's individual relationship with the listener.  "Strings" has this extra kick in the middle.  This segment just changes the pace and gives you another reason to like the song.  It almost feels like it's a different song but it totally fits.   As we compare Asobi Seksu to bands like Cocteau Twins, My Bloody Valentine, and so forth, it is my belief that we will be comparing future acts to this band here.  In the future I believe they will be called icons.  I just hit a wall.  Perhaps I will write more on them when my wit is easier to find.
Kaspar Zig



Monday, November 24, 2008

More from Faceless Werewolves


This is Ms Erica, drummer and singer for Faceless Werewolves.  She was so cool.  Part of why I go to see these bands live is to see how they handle the unexpected.  The drum kit had a set of spare drum sticks handy just in case.  And it happened.  During a song she lost one of the sticks.  It just flew out of her hand, she grabbed the spare, and saved the song.  That was a cool recovery.  I met her later on to ask her to sign the poster.  She did that and left lipstick on it, as well.  I hope they come back to Chicago.
Zig

Faceless Werewolves

You find the best things in the most unexpected days.  Here are Balderamo Valdez III, Kelsey Wickliffe, and Erica Barton of the Faceless Werewolves from Austin Texas.  I wanna go to Austin now.  These guys were that good.  It was a Tuesday night.  Normally an odd night to go see a band, but at the time quite the norm for me.  When you adapt your weekend to Tuesday Wednesday your reward is what gets stolen from the regular Friday-Saturday that most people have.  Faceless Werewolves played the Empty Bottle on I think 17 July.  As late as the Sunday before, I did not know they exist and now I listen to their music on most days like a recurring soundtrack.  
  All three band members sing, Baldo plays guitar as does Ms Kelsey, and Ms Erica plays drums.  Having all three sing is an advantage, for there are as many voices to like.  And there is something egalitarian about all three being the voice.   There is no one frontperson
So how do I describe them?  Texas indy garage-rock? That's one way but that's assuming I'm using the term correctly.   There is this working class thing to them as well, or maybe it's just how I hear "Phoenix Rose", "Life Is Strange", or "Get Me Howlin".  It's like when you are the first in your family to enter university.  Your working class roots never really leave you.  This working class thing they got....if it is not exclusively in my head is all over their music, and it can appeal to indy, art-rock fans.  They have that immediacy of garage-rock.  You can drive to them on long stretches of highway at 80 mph.  


Years ago I saw Love and a 45 .  This movie stars Renee Zelleweger. I don't know if it's because I heard the band  say that their from Texas that suddenly I put them and this movie together, but they so belong on the soundtrack to it.  Their Texas identity casts such a large shadow that it reaches all the way to Illinois.  Some states can do that, and Faceless Werewolves are great ambassadors for Texas.  I just loved them that much.  Listening to "Get Me Howlin'", and "Money, You Ain't Got Enough"  gets you driving way over the speed limit on I90/I94.    
If one is curious about them, they can go to their websites facelesswerewolves.com
I met them after the show, specifically Baldo and Erica.  They were very nice people.  I wanted to bullshit with them a little more but sometimes your graceful exit presents itself before your wit.  I'm a shy person so it's the graceful exit that I took, but not before Ms Erica took pictures with me with her disposable camera.  I hope I came out well.  And I bought the CDs.  I should have bought a shirt as well but I did not.  

Friday, November 21, 2008

This is the second time I see Ms Ayria, Jennifer Parkin.  I've been aware  of her for sometime before.  I've heard her stuff played at Nocturna and Neo here in Chicago.  Very dancey, aggressive industrial from Canada.  I believe she was in Epsilon Minus.  I regret to say that I held the CD once in my hand when I visited the now defunct Evil Clown Records.  I held it in my hand but put it down.  I loved it but figured I can get it later.  And then Evil Clown closed on my ass.  Now I feel like I'm behind.  But in my defense I knew I would love this artist the second I heard her.  
  This performance was on a Saturday in October.  Ayria was touring for her new CD "Hearts For Bullets".    I forgot the date.  The venue Reggies is on the southside of Chicago.  It's quite a venue to have that far south.  There is a huge record store on one of the upper floors and still another venue next door.  One is a bar one is a restaurant.  If my pictures look bad it's because I just wanted to dance, and on and off I did.  There is something you get from documenting it the individual performance in picture and video.  You want to enjoy it for the long term.  They are just the best example of industrial dance music. I took Natalie my friend to see them with.  I was sure she'd like them, but they sounded too clean for her. I don't get it.  She liked I:Scintilla.  I thought this just liked that but ......anyway, I'm not surprised she's into Cradle of Filth . Ayria had everyone dancing.  It was one of those nights when everyone was there and got it.  It was a night when everyone was at the front of the stage as close to the fire as they can.  This was not a lackluster performance.  The crowd was into her like she was a headliner.  And she was into them.  It was as if no one saved their energy or attention for the next band.  This was what the crowd wanted  and got it.  And these images capture for me what I was feeling and thinking  at the moment, even if they are not apparent. It was a wonder to see how it was all produced in front of you.   And Ms Parkin looked lovely in black and white cyber gear.  It was not too extreme, black reflective skirt, industrial boots, white top, cyber yet functional enough to dance in.  Fem, yet dominant. 
   Ayria was touring for her" Hearts For Bullets" CD.  After the performance I knew that merch table was going to bleed me dry.  But when you like what you got, you never feel that poor.  You feel the investment.  On CD this does not lose any of what you get in performance.  You know how you can love a performance, that performance then prompts you to buy the music, and then in the car on the way home it sounds flat.  Not Ayria.  I'm always fascinated when an artist knows how to sell you (if dancing is selling) on themes of vulnerability, weakness, hitting rock bottom like in "girl on the floor", a harsh interior view of  oneself.   And we are dancing to it, identifying with it.  And the party just continues with "Invisible".  The lyrics don't strike as too sappy, but resonant as there is a fine line. The lyrics are worth just reading off the page because thats when you feel the full weight of the song.  On the Flicker CD, there is "Cutting".  And it's about.....cutting.  But we also have songs like "My Revenge On The World" to balance the inward facing rage.   The music is dancey as industrial always should.  Ok, Im almost hitting a wall.  
Kaspar-Zig



Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I:Scintilla at Reggies





These are from the latest performance of I:Scintilla.  This was at Reggies on the Southside of Chicago.  They played first in support of Cruxshadowes and Ayria.  It was a Saturday night.  Normally I work on that night but I did not want to miss this, a fabulous local industrial band performing with two awesome touring bands.  Cruxshadowes as much as I like them, will not draw me by themselves.  I am often influenced by who comes with them in support, yet I'm always glad to see Rogue, his wife, and everyone else perform.  You can just tell how authentic their energy is, how spontaneous it feels.  And they do it all the time, all over the world.  I shall write on them and Ayria later, but for now I just wanted to unload this few shots of Ms Brittany.  I:Scintilla is the kind of goth/industrial band that comes out of that subculture as well as supports it like any fan would.  I've seen Ms Brittany at the local goth/industrial places like Neo and Nocturna.  There are bands that goths like and then there are bands that goths are in.  This one I'd say is of the second variety.  I've seen them perform at least 5 times.   Each time in a different context that will never be repeated.  How many times will I:S perform along a burlesque troupe?  In that event, it seemed to me like the host was unfamiliar with the band when she presented them.  It was a little outside the box and it was more wonderful for it.  In this night at Reggies it was with an audience more familiar with them, and that is good too.  I've so many more pictures to unload, but for now this will do.  I don't want to exhaust all that I have to say.
Kaspar-Zig 

A Review of Panda Riot





  So here I am, finally referring to this event in the past tense.  These performances are fleeting.  It's the best of what we have and then it disappears.  It only remains if we as fans keep attending and documenting these performances.  Panda Riot has played in some great small venues, like Darkroom on Chicago Ave, and The Abbey Pub on Elston and Grace.  This was their Empty Bottle debut, and I believe their first as headliner, with BlackMath and Girls as support. Every band in this show was excellent.  I could not bring myself to buy the cassette tape BlackMath had.  It's just too retro.  I haven't used the tape deck in a long time, and I like hearing it in the car, I can only play CDs there.  That said, I wanted to buy a CD, but none was available.  I will write on them later.  At the moment it's all about Panda Riot.  "She Dares All Things" is a nice splash of cold rose water during a summer morning.  It wakes you up, and helps to frame all the little good things that happen to you during the day. I can say that about the song as well the entire album by the same name.  Indeed, I found myself listening while still feeling engaged with the world around me.   Hearing them and seeing them live is just as rewarding.  And also I like rose water. "Marker" stands out to me.  I believe they played it last night.   When Rebecca Scott sings "suddenly I'm happy just to be..." at least that is what it sounded like, I'm kinda drifted towards there.  It's the kind of shoegazer stuff that does not lose you in the clouds.  This is not Cocteau Twins singing in tongues, or the Cranes taking you on a tangent for two minutes before realizing you just missed two minutes of your life figuring out that you don't like what you heard.  Having said that, I must say I love Cocteau Twins and Cranes.  If one is inclined to like said bands then Panda Riot is most certainly for you.  One cannot help the comparison, yet it does not come with the same baggage we have come to tolerate from these other bands that we still love.   Also if you like My Bloody Valentine, don't lament the fact that you didn't go see their soldout show in Chicago, don't lament that Cocteau Twins have broken up.  Panda Riot is right here.  Don't wait until they sell out the Aragon.   Now that I've mentioned all these other bands in relation to Panda Riot, there is one other thing.  In goth clubs there is a certain way people would dance to this.  Cocteau Twins makes people dance so beautifully, elegantly.  Goths just concentrate their ornate movements, slow down their pace.  Panda Riot played in that set would perpetuate the elegance, and make you dance for another 5 minutes that you did not see coming.  A goth club is I think the only type of venue where people would feel inclined to dance to this at all.  It is where people discover the rhythm to make them dance.   

Monday, November 17, 2008


Here are some more shots of Panda Riot.  There will be more to post after this coming Tuesday at the Empty Bottle.
Kaspar-Zig
There was this Sunday I took off from work.  It was a cool down shoegazer Sunday at The Abbey Pub in Chicago.   A core group of local goths I know go for everything from industrial to shoegaze, goth and punk...post-punk, deathrock, Norwegian black metal.  It's amazing what you can find inside a goth's ipod. All of us went to see local bands Star and pictured here, Panda Riot.  They moved here form somewhere else.  I don't know where.  I just love this band.  They are just an easy sell for me.  I can so see this in a shoegaze set in a goth club.  I love shoegaze.  It's not the grey fog most people take it for.  I noticed I use the term "shoegaze" a lot.  It's just that it is the quickest, most efficient way of describing this band.  And I do believe that this band can have a wider audience than that word may suggest. Rebecca Scott's voice comes out clearly over the music.  "She Dares All Things" caught me wanting to dance, and it's so unintentional about it.  It just wakes you up like a spray of rose water.  "Plateau" begins softly enough to not see this pick up early in the song.  The guitar, the excellent use of drum machine, Rebecca's voice all then convince you to love this 6 minute song.  You don't even feel the time.  I like it when songs sort of sneak in this rhythm, this need to dance.  Indeed, this is what brightens a goths day.  This is not for brooding like Poe.  Indeed, this is for when you are done with that.   The "She Dares All Things" CD is consistent with songs that awaken this sense of wonder.  They just keep you engaged and listening.  In a goth club, which is the only context I know to put it in and play most successfully, this band would have fans.  Well at the least it is what happens when I hear it.  I bring this band up because they are headlining Tuesday night at the Empty Bottle.  I'm glad to see them as the headliner.  I'm going to see this band again.
  When Scary Lady Sarah put on a shoegazer song during Nocturna, people would just slow and concentrate their dancing.  The goths that learned their steps dancing to stuff like Cocteau Twins, the Cranes, Love Spiral Downwards...etc, have this intricate way of moving. Girls would use their childhood ballet skills.  Guys performed and refined steps recalled from old kung-fu movies. This is the visual I conjure and recreate when I dance Or maybe I just like grey fog because I stood in it long enough to see it's variety.  
Kaspar-Zig


Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Friday night with Regenerator




This is the band Regenerator, an industrial band from California.  They played Chicago about a year ago, during Gothfest held at of all places Excalibur.  The choice of venue was odd in some ways because it is an established mainstream type of place, and it's in such a busy touristy area.  It's really hard to park in there.  The place itself looks fabulous like it was made for gothic-industrial type of events and in fact did host an industrial night ages ago, but trendies in that area are a little less tolerant.....well anyway, this is about seeing and hanging with Regenerator. It was Friday, and I went a little less for the bands than for the festival as a whole.  My friend Natalie from work could not make it with me that night.  To gothic-industrial events, I'm OK going alone.  This is I feel, my native habitat.  I have friends in this environment, and I can just follow my own whim this way. Goths just dance beautifully.  They make an extra effort to dress up for festivals.  American goths can be so casual and lazy, but how American goths dance is something to admire.  The custom is to dance alone and so people feel free to dance any way they please.  It's all about superimposing your own individual rhythm to the music.  And I can tell roughly how old a person is by how they dance.  People that learned their movements in the early to mid 90's are slower and more ornate, elaborate.  What ever movements are locked in, is what influenced you to dance when you first learned.  
  Prior to this night. I did not know who Regenerator was.  I did not go to see them.  So this night was far more special than I expected. 
    The festival took over two stages and a whole area dedicated to merchandise.  So when a band finishes here, another band is ready to start in the next stage, while a DJ takes over from the first band, no waiting for whoever, and my whim is impatient. You can go in and out of rooms, wander about the merch area and go broke, have their watered down drinks, and go broke.  Excalibur is said to be haunted but there was so many trad goths out that ghosts would appear  like under dressed Renaissance Fair people.  This is me on the left, and next to me is Patrice, the female lead singer.  Wrex is the male lead, he is the guy in the black mesh shirt above along with Patrice and the rest of the touring band.   Regenerator was actually one of the headliners, along with Black Tape For A Blue Girl, Attrition, and Redflag.  It was nice to see the bands just hang around like everyone else.  And many seemed to know each other, it's very trans-local  the gothic-industrial scene.  So I see Regenerator, and I take pictures and video.  I recall hearing "Apnea" and "Organism" from the Disease CD.  They are old pros at creating danceable rhythms. And they are not formulaic.  They are the Faith and The Muse of the industrial scene, old pros with a well deep enough to defy time.   They have been around for I think over 10 years.  They've put out a lot of music over those years. Their songs are thought provoking.  There is a passion behind every song.  I would later discover that they are vegan, and I can see how that would peek out in some of the songs.  Yet, this passion is part of what drives the urgency of the words without being preachy.  They are just so intelligent and also well traveled.  I was not knowing this when I saw them play.  My opinion was still unshaped when I first saw them.  
  In performance, Patrice dances and sings like she knows she looks good.  Yet she does not over state, just merely confirms what the audience already knows.  And I'm getting this all on camera.  And there were so many cameras on her in that performance.  Regenerator look good and they sing good, what else do you want?  You want to hang around with them?  Sure...they  are meeting with some of the Projekt people, including some from Black Tape at Greektown.  I took them there. They were originally going to take a taxi there, but I took them instead.  A cabbie ain't gonna give a shit.   Regenerator are incredibly sweet people.  We all dined on Vegan burgers. Bullshitted about casual stuff, like how long they've performed, and where, the oddness of my real name and it's origins.  I didn't like my name growing up.  It was odd and it was long.  Now when people hear it, they are pleasantly intrigued by it.  It's nice to have that happen.  I drove them back to their hotel, sleepy after just eating.  Patrice noticed the car smelled like roses.  Rose is like my favorite scent, and it's sweet when it is noticed around me.  There was one scary moment, brief but scary.  A truck was on my left and leaned right into my lane.  I veered to avoid him, in mid conversation.  Patrice noticed that too, and said "good driving."  By the time they entered back into their hotel, I was a fan fortunate enough to spend time with them.  I wanted to know everything but you can't just ask this ask that.  Let the conversation go, whatever they are inclined to tell you is good enough.  Many things seemed to go right on that Friday, yet sometimes I wish I had the conversational skills of an NPR interviewer.  
Kaspar-Zig


Tuesday, November 11, 2008


This is Puerto Muerto.  A band I'm so glad lives in Chicago.  Tim Kelley and Christa Meyer are married and formed this band together.  Tim sings and plays guitar.  Christa sings and plays drums.  Their music has  been described as "artsy country, gothic cabaret" by Monica Kendrick from the Reader.  I tend to agree. But what kind of gothic and what kind of country?  How about Nick Cave street in unincorporated Johnny Cash County.  They put this manly tension in songs that on paper can sound just plain too sweet.  Their dark folk impulses are effortless, and are in everything they play.   They don't even need to dress all in black.  Imagine them to be not fans of Nick Cave, but his former roommates.  Chicago has to wake the fuck up and support this local stand out of a band.  They deserve to live off their music in a charming somewhat haunted house in Willow Springs.  They deserve renown from all over.
They do enhance and deepen the local culture. I understand they travel and perform abroad.  I know they performed all over Europe.  They've been to England....Spain.  I read about them here and there in the Reader and the Tribune.  Their name just stuck.  It was just this fabulous name.  It's bold and dark. 
   This article in the Reader finally taunts me into going.  They were opening for the Mekons, at Schubas.  I was late, but something made me buy the cd from the merch table.  I've only read of them.  I could really feel fucked if I still don't like what I hear in the car.  It turns out I only felt fucked because I missed the performance.  They are amazing.  Their music as dark as their name suggests.  Naturally this builds anticipation for next time.  Each song forms it's own relationship with me.  "Hello Moscow" left me feeling this spaghetti western euphoria.  The darkness in  "Be My Husband" comes in the delivery of the song. In all their songs darkness is a fog, intangible but evident, and undeniable. Yet, it would not be evident if you just read the lyrics off the page.  
So, now fast forward to this past Monday, they are playing at the Hideout, here in Chicago.  The Hideout is something else.  I believe Neko Case has played there.  It has been renown for having some really cool "insurgent-country", quirky folk, music.  It sits on the edge of this industrial park.  This is my first time going, and it's to see Puerto Muerto.  It's actually my second time seeing them, by now, yet it still feels like the first.  I arrive early, just as the first act is on his third to last song.  He's actually not bad, but I'm here on a mission.  At last, Puerto Muerto perform.  They don't wear black....they don't need to.  Christa Meyer's voice trots a horse in a Faulkner novel when not joyriding the back of an endangered eagle.  You feel these ups and downs when she sings.  Very operatic, and tense.  Christa's hands wringing together when she plays these songs.  It's amazing to finally see it live.  I so wanted to meet them after, because their music has been what I've been listening to constantly for a year.  And I'm so glad they are local.  So after their set, I brood around until finally work the nerve past this shy streak of mine.  They are actually nice.  I hope I did not freak them out, because you never live it down.  

Thursday, November 6, 2008



This is Haale.  She is from New York.  I believe I wrote about her before.  Last year she came to Chicago during the World Music Festival to promote her two powerhouse eps "Paratrooper" and "Morning", and again last March to tour for the full length "No Celling". I missed her during the festival and even to the free performance at Borders on Broadway.  I finally was able to see her play at the Kinetic Playground, on Lawrence in March.  When you see her, get her CD's get her shirt, poster, mug, pen, magnetic sticker.  It's all entirely worth it.  Go broke.   You'll be bragging that you did years to come.  This girl needs to keep writing and performing because....she ain't done yet.  With everything that she has out, I get this feeling like that is not all.  The well is deep and it is evident in every song.  You buy the CD because you want to keep hearing, and preserving.  You go to the concert to experience the fleeting performance, and to see it drift from the recording.  This is not a bad thing with Haale.  "Ay Del", from "Paratrooper" did sound different, but in this fabulous way.  The guitar just took charge.  On the recording the percussion stands out to me.  
  Saying that she sounds like this or that is only temporary.  We'll be saying "this sounds like Haale".  To call her an Iranian PJ Harvey is only one way to describe what comes out of her. Maybe you only heard "Middle of Fire" or "Off Duty Fortune Teller".   It's accurate to me because of her mastery with the guitar just like PJ.  But PJ don't also go off in Persian, sounding  like Dead Can Dance at random moments.  I'm there before you can even finish saying PJ Harvey, but that is not the only way to describe Ms Haale.  Have you listened to "Haste"?  You'll be dancing to it like you have to DCD, early Faith and The Muse.  This is the kind of artist goths look good dancing to.   This is what we need to slow down to after listening to all that ebm.  This is who you include in a set that has Mediaeval Babes, Rhea's Obsession, Cocteau Twins, DCD, Faith and the Muse, Delerium, Hungry Lucy, Mors Syphilitica.   This is not just me name dropping.  I believe that many of these artists as legendary as they are to me, are always in danger of disappearing, surrendering to the day job, or some overwhelming pressure. And so it's necessary to keep invoking them, talking about them because they are the true culture that we seek.
Kaspar-Zig