Review: Water Liars ‘Phantom Limb’ Release at Off Broadway 02/24/12

Review and photos by Tara Pham
(click to enlarge photos)

 

Friday night saw the release of Water Liars’ much anticipated Phantom Limb at Off Broadway. Opening for the slow alt-country duo were Fred Friction and Bob Reuter’s Alley Ghost.

At roughly 9:15 with a mostly empty venue, Fred Friction took the stage. Clad in a white-on-white tie and shirt tucked into jeans on a skinny frame, Fred Friction seemed fittingly drunk to deliver his sad Western ballads, mostly about – you guessed it – scorned love and cheap sex. A few Stag bottles, lyrics forgotten, and song mistarts later, Fred Friction had established an audience split equally between charmed and bored. Fred Friction’s classic country songwriting became overshadowed by a likeness to the drunken depression of a truck stop open mic, seeming at once laughably entertaining and uncomfortably authentic.

 



By the time that Bob Reuter’s Alley Ghost was setting up, the Off Broadway crowd had filled out a bit more. A five-piece, including (of course) St. Louisan-to-the-bone and Bob’s Scratchy Records KDHX DJ Bob Reuter and Rum Drum Ramblers’ Mat Wilson, BRAG (fitting acronym?) exudes cool. The guys pull off sunglasses, cuffed jeans, dreadlocks, and old school hats – that is, paperboy hats and fedoras. BRAG achieves that brand of rock ‘n’ roll that you and your parents want to dance to; so, it didn’t take long for swing dancers to hit the dance floor. While Reuter belts a clear, melodic vox with rough edges in all the right places, his bandmates provide those choral echoes and spectacular instrumental solos that remind you what makes rock ‘n’ roll rock. Their set finished with a roar of cheers and whoops from a plenty lubricated audience.

 

After a teasing soundcheck from members Justin Kinkel-Schuster and Andrew Bryant, Water Liars began on the same feedback-laced, almost guttural guitar and drum blasts that kick off album Phantom Limb, on track “$100.” From that point on, the show was pure, creating that sense of connectedness between people that make these alt-country ballads so resonant. Much like he did in Theodore, Kinkel-Schuster performed a gut-wrenching, raw set that recordings can hint at but rarely capture.

 


Water Liars performed “Dog Eaten” and “Low & Long” to a dead silent, totally captivated audience. Through some of the harder, faster tracks like “Short Hair” and a cover of Hasil Adkins’ “Moon Over Madison,” the band hit every note and earned new fan after new fan.

 

The partnership between Kinkel-Schuster and Bryant is palpable. K-S has clearly found a platform that showcases his superb songwriting and haunting vocals. Quite frankly, he is demonstrating a skill that was always apparent with Theodore – but with Water Liars, it is not diluted by other members (who were powerful in their own right). K-S doesn’t need to share the stage with additional guitarists, bassists, horns, what have you. That said, there is a perfect balance with Bryant. Even at the back of the stage soaked in an anonymizing red light, Bryant commands a presence by way of his total passion for the songs. His committed snare and tom bangs punctuated graceful backing vocals and recurring grimaces wrought with the truth embedded in these songs. As they embark on a midwestern/southern tour, it’s safe to say that Water Liars will propel the national reputation of St. Louis music forward.

 

See it for yourself, when Water Liars plays an in-store at Vintage Vinyl on February 28th, at 6pm. The band will also be recording a Daytrotter Session on March 2nd, with a publication date TBA.

 

This entry was written by Tara, posted on February 26, 2012 at 8:30 pm, filed under Live, New Music, Photo Gallery, Review and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

What’s Going On: 2/23 – 2/26

The hardest part of writing the What’s Going On, is actually figuring out clever ways to ask What’s Going On in the introductory paragraph.

Thursday, February 23rd

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Parking lot jungle.

Brooklyn based duo Talk Normal whip heavy drums and guitar into a heady froth of minimalist art that would make Richard Serra proud. Drummer Andyra Ambrio wails from her gut to produce a poised yowl similar to the respected Karen O that goes down easy into a progressively percussive song like Transmission Lost.

The Luminary. 8 PM. $13 – $15. With Zola Jesus, who sings deceptively like Anna Calvi.

Friday, February 24th

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This is so Warhol-ian it ain't even funny.

Comprised of Theodore‘s former lead howler, Justin Kinkel-Schuster, and Oxford, Mississippi housed Andrew Bryant, Water Liars deliver a simple and studied take on folk-rock that cites The Black’s Keys‘ aggressive drum/guitar rampages ($100), and Harry Nilsson‘s knack for intimate, romantic vocals (Dog Eaten).

Thank Andrew Blank (OMG RHYMING) for the kick ass review of Water’s Liars’s debut LP, Phantom Limb in this month’s issue of Eleven. Not only was his assessment fair, it was accurate and intriguing. #JUSTSAYIN’.

Off Broadway. 9 PM. $7. With Bob Reuter’s Alley Ghost and Fred Friction.

Saturday, February 25th

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Dawg.

ONCE UPON A TIME…there was a baby monkey named Britches. He grew up hard, and he grew up fast in the cruel world of laboratory experimentation. It wasn’t until 1985 that he made his escape by personally phoning the Animal Liberation Front. An inspiration for captive stump-tailed macaques (pronounced: MAH-KAK!) everywhere, Britches went on to captivate the world with his woesome tale of sensory deprivation in the name of SCIENCE.

Whether his tale is one of animal cruelty, or one of a morally ambiguous science project for the betterment of mankind, remains unclear. Also on shaky ground: if the mask wearing, noise rock outfit Britches acquired their name from that little guy. For all we know, they could just be really into pants.

Lest I digress, Britches is a trio of possibly pro-furry lads who meld Lou Reed melodrama (“Stand Tall or Don’t Stand at All”) with the explosiveness of Brand New‘s f*$#ing great The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me (“The Good Years”) into a concoction of hyped up weirdness that’s been thrown into a dumpster only to be crushed into a cube a-la Wall-e, them become broken apart and strewn about into a segmented version of its former incarnation. Yeah.

Schlafly Tap Room. 9 PM. FREE. With Global Distance, and Radiator Greys.

Sunday, February 26th

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Biodome, anyone?

Safer than a tanning bed, a nature to nature, and a Pauly Shore allusion (?), The Climatron is STL’s own synthetic summer. Escape the winter blues by stripping to your June-July-August best with a bunch of strangers and enjoy what is being dubbed a “Beach Party”. Right on, sister.

Missouri Botanical Garden. 12:30 PM. $4 to get into MOBOT if you’re a St. Louis citizen, $8 if you ain’t!

This entry was written by Blair Stiles, posted on February 23, 2012 at 1:43 pm, filed under News, Upcoming, What's Going On and tagged , , , , , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Jane’s Addiction at The Pageant, 2/22/12

Sex is at the heart of Jane’s Addiction’s message. Beautiful sex, dirty sex, twisted sex, illegal sex – it’s all there. Wednesday night at the Pageant, as they launched their “Great Escape Artist Tour” off at The Pageant, it was again front and center. From the setlist to the stage design, sex oozed through the show. Being the first night of the tour, fans weren’t sure what to expect. In the Internet age, setlists and stage shows are rarely a surprise to many concertgoers these days, but this was completely fresh to everyone. In true JA style, there were both statues of naked women and actual nearly naked women dancers, in addition to the multiple video screens and even a life-sized stuffed bear. Perry Farrell may be 51 years old, but on stage he has the same presence he’s had since he was half that age. He has the same boundless energy, the same crackling charisma and while father time may have robbed Farrell of some of his range, it’s the same haunting voice, frail and powerful at once. It’s that voice that defines the JA sound, but the swirling guitar from Dave Navarro and hard-pounding beat from Stephen Perkins are just as important and both musicians are in fine form. Navarro is a rock star in every sense of the word, blaring his solos while posed as a rock god to Farrell’s right and Perkins has always been the driving force hidden behind his kit.

As the setlist showed, this is an album that Jane’s Addiction is very proud of. For the first time in years, through multiple reunions and various lineups, they look and feel like a happy, solid band. The brief, 14 song setlist was drawn mostly from the new album, The Great Escape Artist and from the legendary studio albums from their early days, Nothing Shocking and Ritual de lo Habitual; 2003’s Strays was represented by only one song, “Just Because”. The show opened with the first track of the new album, “Underground” and ended with the last song “Words Right Out Of My Mouth”. In between, the played the biggest hits, like “Been Caught Stealing” and “Jane Says” and well has the fan favorites, like “Mountain Song” and the show stopping, highlight of the night “Three Days”. In the middle, the band convened at the front of the stage for a 3 song acoustic mini-set that included “Classic Girl, “I Would For You” and the aforementioned “Jane Says”. While the show did feel a little short, time wise, the energy in the crammed-to-the-gills Pageant was off the charts and it did not let down once all night, culminating with the entire crowd belting out the lyrics the “Stop!” with Farrell near the end. And short or not, everyone in the crowd was surely left satisfied.

The Setlist:
Underground
Mountain Song
Just Because
Been Caught Stealing
Ain’t No Right
Ted, Just Admit It…
Twisted Tales

Mini-Acoustic set
Classic Girl
I Would For You
Jane Says

Irresistible Force
Three Days
Stop!

Encore:
Words Right Out of My Mouth

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What’s Going On: 2/16 – 2/19

Scotty‘s playing Lotus, and it’s making me sleepy, and yearn for a cuddle with Hector (the dog) who is NO WHERE to be found. What’s Going On?

Thursday, February 16th

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Call it a plague upon the House of Rock, but the epoch "bands with animals in their name" is not going anywhere. What would Mercutio have to say about this?

Bear Hive‘s 4-track EP A Mountain to Maintain is a trek through the lushest of indie-rock forests. On “Wigwam”, the band delineates catchy  synth into their undulating tempo to work itself into a sweat before taking a dip into the river of interlude.

Bear Hive will be playing at The Firebird with Union Tree Review, Grandkids, and SLOTHPOP. $5. 8 PM.

 

ALSO! If you dig what you hear and have the means, here are some upcoming dates for the Union Tree Review, Grandkids, and Slothpop tour!

Friday, February 17th

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Don't let your eyes deceive you, this photo was not taken by a visually impaired nine-year old.

Four score and seven year’s ago, or forty-five minutes ago, really, I have no idea, Dave Stone Trio became the tenured Friday night act at the notoriously chill South City bar, Mangia Italiano. Or, if you’re hip to Tower Grove’s colloquialisms, it’s the best 3AM bar in proximity to a post-office, Mangia.

Dave Stone composes free jazz and experimental mood music that urges the boozing and conversation despite their propensity for getting loud, which is all in the nature of a night at Mangia, which reaches its zenith just beyond 1AM when all those chased out of closing establishments wobble through the door.

Free. 10PM.

Saturday, February 18

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After encountering the band live, Lotus fans are known to experience bouts of flashbacks where light beams come out of their partner's eyes when they make love.

Tara Mahadevan got to the past, present, and amorous intentions Lotus has for the Midwest in the feature Sound & Vision from Eleven’s latest publication. By placing their  feet in the pools of jam and electronic, Lotus has evolved from an improvisational rock duo into a sensory overload with a compass pointed towards the direction of  dance music.

Their prints are still in the sands of live instrumentals, but their heads are in the clouds of a groovy version of heaven. Check ‘em out at The Pageant. $25. Openers Goodness Gracious and Conspirator start at 7:30 PM.

Sunday, February 18th

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My kingdom for a good photo!

It’s a three-day weekend, and the most important holiday of them all practically spooning us. Why not celebrate President’s Day by heading to the East Side for some local H-E-A-V-Y M-E-T-A-L from Fight for Midnight, fungonewrong (IT DOES WHAT?!), We Could be Kings, Ideal Weapon, and K9 Squad (WHERE THE F&%$ IS HECTOR?!).

Pop’s. $6. 6 PM.

 

This entry was written by Blair Stiles, posted on February 16, 2012 at 8:47 am, filed under Uncategorized and tagged , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

What’s Going On: 2/9 – 2/13

No, but for real, What’s Going On?

Thursday, February 9th

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Harry Bertoia, Untitled, 235, ink on paper, c. 1950s

 

When taking the metrolink to UMSL, post-departing the platform and hesitantly crossing the tracks, a weary traveller will happen upon Gallery 210 and promptly walk past it. If you have time today, tomorrow, this weekend, whenever… check out the worm hole that is 210. Pocketed carefully by UMSL as a craftly means of capitalizing on contemporary art, as Curator Terry Shure chooses a variety of artists for his disparate galleries. Separated by inches, Galleries acutely labeled A, B, and C house national and local artists in objectively disparate roles. Shure rarely melds his  galleries together. He tends to have them stand on their own as his own means of making artwork.

See Harry Bertoia‘s 40 Years of Drawing, an original permutation of his monoprints, sculptures, and furniture at UMSL’s 210 until March 17th from 11 AM – 5 PM.


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Lone ranger, Dave Beeman.

David Beeman is the poster-child for music St. Louis. He’s fronted numerous bands, most recently Old Lights. There’s a little but of Tom Petty in Beeman’s delivery. The same concentration on the frontal lobe, he nasally woos the microphone. The kinda sound you wanna listen to after a stressful day.

See him play with Kit Hamon (of the recording studio Native Sound and Old Lights), for freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, at PLUSH. 8:30 PM.

Friday, February 10th

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From their melancholic "Blue Period"

Before I had seen them, I had read about, heard about, and been bitched at about Little Big Bangs. Suffice it to say, they have penchant for mayhem. And if the rumors are true,  Little Big Bangs might just embody the danger missing from local rock n’ roll both on and off the stage.

 

Churchill Downs would be equal parts shocked and appalued by this comparison, but the band tears into each song like it’s the last turn before home at the Kentucky Derby. The intensity makes the audience roar louder after every song, push each other around, demand that the band play harder, and the band will return such feral behavior by running itself into an oblivion of muddy grunge riffs and coyote howls. If you want sweaty flanks, flared nostrils, and a drummer that beats. the. shit. out of his ride until it crosses the finish line, you have come to the right place.

 

Catch ‘em come unbrideled at The Boulder (3200 block of Knapp St.) with Scripts n’ Screwz and 18andcounting. 8PM.

 

Saturday, February 11th

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She's got leeee-eeeehhhhggggsssss. She knows how to uuussseee ttthhheeemmm!!!

 

Thought Hollerlujah was a riot? Wait until you see what we have up our sleeves this time around… We’re turning The Skatium into a discotheque complete with faux-70s garb, music, and the right to boogie down.

…and I’m just ganking the rest of this off our Facebook…

“Presented by Eleven Magazine, DJ Invisible Cola, & DJ Boogieman, with special guests M.S.I.F.

It’s cold outside. Stay warm in a pair of roller skates, as Eleven Magazine teams up with the city’s most in-demand disco DJ duo to bring you a night of grooves, moves, and booze.

That’s right, we’re getting down roller disco-style.

Don’t worry though: no previous skating experience necessary, only a willingness to boogie. If you’ve got a bad case of skate-fright, there’s plenty of room for roller-less foxy trot hustlin’. Be sure to wear your finest threads. Sequined and polyester clothes STRONGLY encouraged.

The magic maestros DJ Invisible Cola and DJ Boogieman will lay down the groove sound while you get funky and do the body-to-body boogie. M.S.I.F. will take center-rink at 10 PM for a special music & dance performance guaranteed to get you caught up in a one-night love affair.

Tickets are $8 at the door and include the cost of unlimited skate rental. Once you’re in, it’s $2 beers and $3 well drinks.

This is a 21+ event, so sorry to all the underage groovers and shakers!

M.S.I.F.’s choreography by Jo Morris. Special shout-out to Zoë Scharf for laying down the poster.”

 

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"Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same." - Emerson

Navigator doesn’t sound like the same band live that they do on their record Bad Case of theVisions. Quiet, confused, and sentimental, when placed in a live setting, the band explodes out of the confines a 7-inch like an atom bomb. They blew the roof off Hollerlujah, changing the molecular chemistry of the night. We’re still brushing the atomic dust off out of our hair.

 

Accept the radioactivity and watch ‘em level Lemmon’s with Estevan, Potomac Accord, and I.O. Media at 9PM. $5.

 

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Cayetano Valenzuela licks starburst flavored colors onto canvases with the benevolence of a Lisa Frank spiral notebook. His brushwork is flimsy, his pencil work is flimsier, if not sophomoric. The whole deal is common, colorful, and a little pretentious. It’s almost like his unrefined hand lacks the know-how, or realization of its own rudimentary aesthetic. The only work that hints at formal training is Static Radio Behind the Train Tracks which incorporates acrylic under pencil to delicately maneuvers the folds of the subjects sweater. The clothing is done with such tenderness, it initially appears malleable. With that fraction excellence so confined within the bend of an elbow, Valenzuela eliminates the trivial motifs that charge Aisle 1 Gallery‘s walls. Nighttiming, halos, skulls, stiffly drawn figures are common within the work of uncommon Valenzuela. Overall, the exhibit is unimpressive, but, that minute moment of tenderness caught between the softness of a sleeve’s wrinkles, is enough of a reason to glimpse Valenzuela’s work and ponder its future.

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Presented: the allegorical transformation of Anarbor's extracurricular activities.

Anarbor is, above all things, a pop-rock band. More so, they are a cooperative of five friends who have been playing music together in the badlands of Phoenix, Arizona since middle school. Rare long-term compatability aside, Anarbor also happens to be one of the most potential-ridden bands to access the mainstream in a while. When listening to their major label debut The Words You Don’t Swallow, Cheap Trick charisma, and The Kink’s knack for smirk-inducing subject matter, make for an arresting aural experience.

 

Lead singer and bass player, Slade Echeverria slings two syllable words like “women” (wuh-mhhhnnn’s more like it) out of his gullet with a wild west passive-aggressiveness that a secure talent can provide. He just sounds like the guy who purrs into your ear all night, then leaves the bed cold in the morning after he’s done cleaning his pistol in the sink. If a one-night-stand had a voice, it’d be Echeverria’s.

 

When performing live, he brings the same Jesse James-swag to his front-man position while members Mike Kitlas, Adam Juwig, and Greg Garrity comfortably handle the stage terrain like mustangs that have managed to escape the clutches of fun sucking cowhands.

 

Notes are hit, guitars are swung, fun is had. See Anarbor at The Firebird around 8 PM with these people and ask yourself why they aren’t the headliners.

Sunday, February 12th

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Where's the E?

I watched a lot of the documentary Hoop Dreams when I was trying to figure out whether or not I wanted to quit basketball in my Junior year of high school. The tale of two boys struggling to access the higher floors of the sporting industry was more relatable for me, an underfed-over aggressive giraffe with a daring J, than Basketball Diaries or He Got Game. Given my familiarity with the doc of Chicago players William Gates and Arthur Agee, I never thought I’d see the film’s title, a postcard for their troubles as poor, young African American men become a track for synthful- electronic act Teen Girl Fantasy.

See ‘em for $5, or free if you have the money to attend Wash U, at The Gargoyle. 8PM.

Monday, February 13th

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That poor penguin.

If being previewed in this month’s Eleven wasn’t enough,  it’s time to brace the “why” in “why you need to see” Talkdemonic.

 

A grind-producing hybridization of folk and electronic, Talkdemonic are a muse for a smokey-night by the pond in summer. Their live show rest lax restraint on the ambient echoes of a slow moving current towards floatation. Get a raft, lay down, mold to it in the water, and you have Talkdemonic’s loving sound.

 

Check ‘em with locals Navigator (I though fishes could hibernate?) at The Gramophone. 8 PM. $12.

This entry was written by Blair Stiles, posted on February 9, 2012 at 3:59 pm, filed under News, Uncategorized, Upcoming, What's Going On and tagged , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

HUMDRUM To Record with Steve Albini

by Matthew Ström

It may come as no surprise to you that being successful in music takes hard work. What might surprise you, however, is just how many of your favorite local bands are putting in that hard work and just how successful they are poised to be. One such band is Humdrum, the weird-pop quintet with two records under their belt and much more to come. When I ran into Humdrum percussionist Mic Boshans — who also percusses for dance-fevered electro warriors Neé — behind the bar at his day job, he casually mentioned that his band was slated to spend a few days in the studio with none other than the ever-prolific Steve Albini. If the name doesn’t ring a bell, his rap sheet will: He was the engineer behind The Pixies’ Surfer Rosa, Nirvana’s In Utero, the entire discography of Big Black — a band he founded and fronted — and roughly 2,000 other records in the past 30 years. I was floored by Boshans’ modesty. While Albini is regarded highly for his willingness to work with any band that he deems “got the rock,” regardless of size, label, or monetary resources, spending time and money with the legendary engineer demonstrates a remarkable level of dedication. When I asked Boshans about Humdrum’s decision to seek Albini’s help, he explained:

Steve Albini is a big name for a reason: he’ll give us a really amazing-sounding recording that we can really do things with. It’ll make more people interested in seeing what we’re doing, because we’re taking our music seriously enough to take that step and record with Steve.

It is apparent in talking to Boshans that Humdrum’s goals are both ambitious and well-considered. Despite the limitations of operating independently from a label’s support (the drummer expressed his frustration at the band’s inability to “really do … justice [to] recordings because of time or money constraints”), Humdrum has successfully released two full-lengths flush with beautiful sounds, catchy hooks, and unpredictable twists. With their forthcoming release, though, the band aspires to push beyond their previous efforts with “a high-fidelity recording that’s hard-hitting, and an accurate representation of what we do live.” With Albini’s predilection for a no-frills, balls-out sound, Humdrum’s mission shouldn’t be hard to accomplish; how the band’s dense, experimentally-founded arrangements will match up with the producer’s straightforward and spare techniques, however, is considerably more uncertain.

This entry was written by Tara, posted on February 7, 2012 at 1:00 pm, filed under Interview, News and tagged , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

What’s Going On: 2/2 – 2/5

Anybody else hear about Madonna getting that special half-time gig and wonder to themselves, What’s Going On? If she doesn’t bust out that pointed bra deal then there’s no hope for this civilization.

 

Thursday, February 2nd

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Is this not a fantastic photo? Golly!

Jubilee is not only a badass player in the X-Men game, but the stage name for another righteous lady coming to STL to bring a special blend of authentic hot jazz and swing music. Miss Jubilee combines playful stand-up bass with vocals that sound like they come right off your record player. Songs like “All of Me” bring energetic vocals akin to Miss Patsy Cline (think “Stupid Cupid“) with a the constant rhythmic trotting of a Hackney Pony.

See her 8 PM – 11 PM at The Schlafly Tap Room. Free, or so it seems.

Friday, February 3rd

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 The Skekses are a duo of Elly and Evan who bring the sleepy-pretty to Nashville sound. Acoustic compositions like “Mattress Truck” have the quiet composure of timeless country music without the cacophonous twang associated with contemporary songs. Just don’t ask me how to pronounce that name! Need more music? Peep their 9-track album, Collapse of an Alternate Universe here.

Also playing: Spoken Nerd (“satirical indie hip hop” = deft white man’s rhymes) and HUMDRUM. At The Schlafly Tap Room from 9 PM – midnight. Fo’ Free!

Saturday, February 4th

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Yeah, their lives shows are kinda like that...but bigger.

Bo and the Locomotive have garnered a lot of attention from STL music connoisseurs. To site a few recent instance: they make a video for STL.today’s LISTEN, their drummer Steven “interviews” Pretty Little Empire for KDHX as part of the ongoing Show Me Shows project,…oh!, and some publication I’ve never heard of called The Riverfront Times deemed their album “On My Way” as one of the best local releases of 2011. Not to mention, some of us (OKAY ME) at Eleven have this super professional propensity for getting drunk and seeing them live while simultaneously having the time of their lives…but whatever. Passionate, loud, exciting, and pretty damn talented, the group has a relatability and pervasive energy that make you feel at so at home, that you forget they’re not your house.

If you haven’t seen them live, you kinda owe it to yourself to get on the bandwagon and get down to The Firebird at 8 PM. It’s a $5 show so bring enough money for beer and celebrate The Firebird’s 3rd Anniversary with Bo and the Locomotive, Mutts, The Blind Eyes, and Sleepy Kitty.

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These team names are unreal...M-80s?! I love it!

Are you a fan of Drew Barrymore‘s feature length directorial debut, Whip It but always questioned the legitimacy of roller derby? Pontificate no more. STL’s Arch Rival Roller Girls are heading into their playoffs and demand you to come screaming and cheering for the packs of women haulin’ around a rink crackin’ skulls and scorin’ points in order to make their championship dreams come true.

See the action in Queeny Park’s Midwest Sport Hockey Rink around 7:30 PM for $15. No one said watchin’ chicks sweat and kick ass was free!

Sunday, February 5th

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I'd date Donald.

Head on over to CAM to check out Christodoulos Panayiotou‘s One Thousand and One Days exhibit. Themed on what cultural ceremonies says about a place, the exhibit of mainly black and white photographs (including some stunning full-color sunsets) explores different rituals of our domestic cultures and those foreign to us.

The photos are strikingly literal, you’ll wander around and see some familiar faces (Santa Clause, for instance), and moments of foreign tendencies that’ll make you scratch your head. A little incongruous, mostly intriguing, the photographs spark a conversation about how our cultures can relate to one other through what were commonly thought of as idiosyncratic moments of custom.

 

This entry was written by Blair Stiles, posted on February 2, 2012 at 3:13 pm, filed under News, Upcoming, What's Going On and tagged , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.