Happy National Pizza Day, everyone. Hope you’re all having a good snow day, unless of course you had to trek into the office anyway (like me) and also made reservations at Rubirosa weeks ago for tonight (like me), then sympathies all around. Anyway, despite the snow and the inevitable slush-show tomorrow, there are plenty of rewards for anyone braving the elements.
Love is in the air, or not, this weekend; I’ll be able to help with the latter. Hopefully it’s a long one for all, however, with President’s Day on Monday. Forget about the potential -18 degrees Celsius temperatures (come on people, let’s stop using Fahrenheit, it’s so unbecoming and idiotic), wrap up warm and get out of the yawning chasm of nihilism that has been 2016 so far, we’re better than this.
It seems like a lot of the local news is on a bit of a downer this week, neighbourhood bars are closing while Starbucks gets an alcohol licence, and then of course, there is this; it’s enough to make you question humanity. However, just like the fact that we’re actually living in the most peaceful time in human history is a hard one to accept before looking at the cold, hard data, this city we call home still offers great excitement as opposed to a gloom of lost opportunity. With plenty of summertime left to enjoy/endure, make the most of it by catching some shows!
If you were at Cake Shop this past weekend for The Men’s headlining set, then you already know that their new record is going to sound like something you’d find crammed between Physical Graffiti and Paranoid on some 17 year old burnout’s shelf back in the late 70s. You also already know that one of the band’s cornerstones, BK recording virtuoso and outspoken Talkhouse-contributing punk Ben Greenberg is no longer with the band.
His new project with Drunkdriver’s Michael Berdan, Uniform, seems to have become his main gig for the time being, and while his brethren in The Men continue their obsession with exploring the rock and roll cannon with their LPs, Greenberg’s new stuff sounds more like it will fall more in line with his work with his old hardcore band Pygmy Shrews than the Springsteen-devoted anthems of Tomorrow’s Hits or the Neil Young-inspired sprawl of New Moon.
I’ve gushed over Uniform’s post-industrial noise before, but their latest track, “Buyer’s Remorse” is the most immediately satisfying piece of music they’ve streamed on the internet to date. The plodding, post-punk styled riff that carries the first third of the track almost suggests a band that has singles potential, though any semblance of melody is quickly deconstructed. The remaining two thirds of the song finds its steady guitar hooks completely swallowed up by septic dissonance; Berdan’s maniacal roar the only constant.
Uniform’s debut LP, Perfect World is out next week via 12XU, so be sure to pick that up. Don’t miss their record release party on June 27 at Palisades either; one of my favorite hardcore bands, Unholy Two are supporting along with Rectal Hygenics, Ligature and Astral Knife. Tickets are on sale now.
“Over the Counter” is a column focused on new and interesting music that isn’t heavily featured on major music blogs. In this edition: Uniform, GODMODE, Lost Boy?, and Vulture Shit. [Read more…]