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Monday, March 2, 2015

Noise Pop '15: No Joy

NOISE POP '15
NO JOY
W/DEVON WILLIAMS, VANIISH, and CHASMS
BOTTOM OF THE HILL, SAN FRANCISCO
27 FEBRUARY, 2015
 
The Sleater-Kinney road trip put a giant hole in the month of February, selling out my traditional venture to San Francisco's Noise Pop Festival. In lieu of the whole shot, I picked one show, and it was a winner. Montreal's No Joy put together a handful of West Coast shows around this appearance, with this night featured a particularly loaded lineup. Returning to Bottom Of The Hill, a beacon amidst the warehouses of the Avenues, an early arrival was imperative, considering... Things kicked off in the most literal of ways, with the reverential noisescapes of Chasms, riding the wave of last years Subtle Bodies LP, setting up the darkwave of VANIISH, with Keven Tecon (Wax Idols) stepping out to bring his visions to life, transforming a stellar debut into something much more on stage, with the help of his intuitive band, also featuring Wax Idols' Amy Rosenoff. Having found a home on Slumberland Records,  LA's Devon Williams skewed the mood with a set heavy on the power pop goodness, but with enough rough edges to keep the crowd engaged. With a new LP on the horizon in the summer, it was back to business time for No Joy, and the quartet led by guitarists Laura Lloyd and Jasamine White-Gluz stayed true to form, unleashing melodic treats both new and old, cocooned in waves of shredded guitar. Banging through their set with little formality or pause, just pure sonic assualt, and before you knew it, they were laughing and tearing down their equipment, the job done.

NO JOY












DEVON WILLIAMS


VANIISH



CHASMS

Friday, May 20, 2011

Wall of Noise: No Joy live

NO JOY
Muddy Waters,
Santa Barbara, CA
03 May, 2011

















No Joy (from Montreal) made an appearance at the homey Muddy Waters in Santa Barbara, taking the opening slot for the Vivian Girls. They wasted no time, blowing right into what might be their strongest song, the title track of the LP, Ghost Blonde (released last November on Mexican Summer).
From there, they proceeded to ratchet up the energy, with no time wasted on small talk, just the exhilerating wall of noise that they conjured up.

Before you knew it, they were unplugging guitars and coiling up cables, while the crowd stood stunned.
Their work here was done.

I've been over it in my head a few times since, and rarely have i seen an opening band totally control a crowd with such a concentrated burst. Truly look forward to seeing them in the future.

Sidenote: Curious how many miles the trusty van w/Quebec plates (parked behind the drummer) has logged...