Showing posts with label soho santa barbara. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Blonde Redhead: Still Noisy After All These Years

BLONDE REDHEAD
THE MAST
SOHO, SANTA BARBARA
05 SEPTEMBER, 2013
Tuning up for the inaugural LaunchFest in Sacramento, NY experimental indie-rock vets Blonde Redhead found time to visit Santa Barbara, fitting in a night at Soho. Hard to believe that it's coming up on 20 years for the band, the core trio of Kazu Mikino, Simone and Amedeo Pace still sound as playful and lively as ever. Even as their albums have gotten more sophisticated, the live show remains a rocking affair, with keyboards present on the stage, but more often they just fall back on guitar, bass, and drums. They gave a whirlwind tour through their catalogue, and thrilled a standing-room crowd.
For the uninitiated, their back catalogue is an embarassment of riches, and where to jump in depends firmly on your sonic leanings, given their evolution. Penny Sparkle is their most recent, but 23 or Misery Is A Butterfly will prove equally valid places to jump in for their more polished work. If noise is your game, start back with Fake Can Be Just As Good.

The Mast, an electro duo from NYC, brought along by Blonde Redhead for the west coast dates, acquitted themselves well with an intoxicating combination of beats and trippily layered vocals. "Temptation", and the tunes immediately before and after were the heart of the set. Their forthcoming album will be entitled Pleasure Island, and it's set for release as soon as they finalize label details.


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Nate Birkey: Back On The Block

NATE BIRKEY QUINTET
SOHO, SANTA BARBARA, CA
19 AUGUST, 2013
Nate Birkey brought his quintet back to Santa Barbara for an appearance at Soho. The former resident picked up stakes and moved to NYC seven or eight years back, so any time he makes the local scene, it's an automatic mark on the calender. Testament to his popularity came in the form of a packed house, on a Monday, no less. Birkey's sound is rooted in the cool jazz of the mid-50's, nodding to Miles and Chet Baker, but it's the originals that express his gift to the fullest, taking off in unexpected directions.
The night served as a tune-up for a studio date, and he weighted his set with a few of the numbers. The overriding theme is spirituals and hymns, and based on the songs played, should be a keeper. The vibe brought to mind the Charlie Haden/Hank Jones LP Steal Away in its focused intensity.
The high-water mark of the evening was the set closing take on "Delirio", from The Mennonites, which brought things to a full boil. All told, a night of old friends and precious sounds.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Play Misty For Me!

FATHER JOHN MISTY
ADAM GREEN AND BINKI SHAPIRO
SOHO, SANTA BARBARA
01 FEBRUARY, 2013
"I'm Writing A Novel" is not only the fourth track off of Father John Misty's Fear Fun, but a pretty solid assessment of where i'm headed at this point in my collected Misty musings. With this evening marking the end of the Fear Fun tour, the question mark of 'what next' lingered over the proceedings. Having freed himself from the shadow of the Fleet Foxes, and more than put to rest the hovering ghost of J. Tillman, would the Misty project continue, or that too shed aside? And how exactly does one follow up an indelible album like Fear Fun?
Having gotten to Soho early to meet an old friend for dinner, it happened to luckily coincide with soundcheck, which turned out to be a great way to start the evening, especially when the band worked through a new number. I walked out to the patio and peered through the doors at the band, transfixed. Even with stops and starts, the guts were there, and it was promising...It was more naked and personal writing-wise, and more full musically, with the band kicking in hard. My only hope was that it wasn't constrained to the sound check.

Kicking things off with the majestic, and by now, de riguer opener "Fun Times In Babylon", Tillman was loose and the band was tight, summoning keyboard and bass crescendos that trumped the studio version. Tillman's mock snarkiness and shady dance moves got the crowd howling, and at one point he broke to grab and kiss the hand of a girl filming, then apologized for fucking up her video. Having fun with the mores of modern performance frustrations such as cell phone cameras is something he's embraced with gusto, as opposed to the humorless signs and demands of his peers. He breaks again at the end, noting that "This is gonna be a good one", before the band slams into the grand finale.




The mystery song from the sound check resurfaced, bolstered by the full slam of the band, and it slotted gracefully into the show. Given a tasty intro by lead guitarist Benji, Tillman spins a tale of true love found vs. the times we live in, spiked with his idiosyncratic wordplay. His own line sums it up best: "Don't ever doubt this/my steadfast conviction." As usual, half the fun is watching bassist Jeff dashing around, pumping up the drummer with body language, then racing back to the mike for harmonies.


That wouldn't be the evening's only surprise, as he dropped in another new number, done alone acoustically towards the end of the set. The intro is priceless, with Tillman introducing it as a new song over acoustic strumming, before dispatching the notoriously talkative Soho audience with some less than tender words, then proceeding to uncork a quietly devastating, but ultimately uplifting tale.



The remainder of the set followed form, with a righteous "Every Man Needs A Companion" giving way to a take on "Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings" that was even more jacked up than usual, descending into chaos with Tillman flailing the mic stand around, and we on the side ducking swipes from Benji's guitar. Frightfully fun.
Closing the night on full simmer, the band fell back on Canned Heat's "On The Road Again", and brought the evening, and the tour, to a successful close. Tillman and the band will be returning to action with an appearance at Coachella.

ADAM GREEN AND BINKI SHAPIRO
Adam Green and Binki Shapiro opened up the night in style, laying down tracks from their debut album with a full band, and winning the crowd over in surprisingly quick order. They've recently come back from a European jaunt, including an ill-fated van burglary in Manchester. Adam Green is probably best known for teaming up with Kimya Dawson in the Moldy Peaches. Binki Shapiro, from Little Joy, plays the perfect foil to Green, and they plumb the depths in a post-modern Lee Hazelwood/Nancy Sinatra vein. Their sole self-titled, (and highly recommended), album provided grist for the mill, and the highlights were "Pleasantries", (below), "What's The Reward" with it's killer surf guitar break, a moving reading of "Nighttime Stopped Bleeding", and the Binki showcase "Don't Ask For More". All in all, a satisfying taster, and more than enough impetus to see them again.





Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Ken Stringfellow/Maldives at Soho

KEN STRINGFELLOW
MALDIVES
SOHO, SANTA BARBARA
25 JANUARY, 2013
Ken Stringfellow
Maldives
While the glitz and glamour of the Santa Barbara International Film Festival heralded the closing of State St. in front of the historic Arlington Theater for the mob of fans awaiting an appearance by Ben Affleck, making his pre-Oscar push for "Argo", it was a different story across the way. Through a parking lot entrance and up the stairs, nestled above a maze of shops sits Soho. On this night, it was only the faithful that came out for an appearance by power pop savant Ken Stringfellow, known for his affiliation with The Posies, and maker of a few fine solo records in his own right, including 2012's one man White Album Danzig In The Moonlight.  As has been noted before, attendance at the Soho shows runs very hot and cold, and the audience, when it does appear, can be chatty...but this should in no way cast a pall on the extraordinary efforts of the club and bookers. As long as they build it, I will go. It was amazing to see Stringfellow bring these songs to life, alone on keyboards or guitar, save one duet spot. High points of the set were: a passionate take on "Shittalkers!", and a blinding electric guitar version of "Even The Forgers Are Fingering The Fakes". It's always difficult to watch someone pour their hearts out in an empty bar, especially without a full band to camouflage the atmosphere, and to his credit, he gamely stuck to it, no matter how squirm-inducing the songs were. A heroic performance...
Seattle's Maldives were a revelation. While tuning up, I overhead them say, (after observing the underwhelming audience), "Just treat it like a practice".  Started out with banjo-fed folk, then moved into Crazy Horse territory, and proceeded to burn the place down. Ferocious country rock of the highest order, bringing to mind nothing less than late-period Uncle Tupelo. Caught me out like a whack on the side of the head. See them.





Ken Stringfellow
Ken Stringfellow
Ken Stringfellow
Maldives
Maldives
Maldives
Maldives
Maldives
Maldives
Maldives