It’s hard to believe it, but it’s been a full year since South Williamsburg’s finest (well after Death By Audio and Glasslands, of course) venue opened it’s pristine, lacquered doors. Like most “babies,” I suspect the folks who run Baby’s All Right won’t remember much of their first birthday as they celebrate one of the best debut years a music venue has seen in some time. They’re still figuring some things out and finding their niche like any baby, but the indie pop heavy lineup they’ve curated for Friday seems to fit in nicely with the programming we’ve seen from them as the year has gone on. Looks like this lil’ guy is going to be an indie rocker! Friday night gets the nod over Saturday’s Frankie/Porches show because Regal Degal rules. Looking forward to next year’s TODDLER’S ALL RIGHT celebration. Ok. I’m done.
Friday, doors 8 PM
AKA the show sixteen-year-old me would have lost their shit over. I’m gonna level with you… I sorta think Xiu Xiu’s Jamie Stewart is the most underrated songwriter of our generation. Sure, everything about him is completely over the top and kinda seems like the sort of stuff any music critic could kinda laugh at (weird ass electro soundscapes that appeal to the post-Hot Topic crowd proudly made on a Compaq Presario, lyrics about getting cremated after a bodybuilder cums on his lips, Joy Division fanboyism worn as a badge of honor, being named after an obscure Chinese film… you get the point) but has anyone in music ever delivered SUCH HONEST FEELING so unabashedly before? Has anyone ever made such unsexy, offputting but absolutely glorious music before? Probably, but nobody in music has ever managed to make such an absurd package work so goddamn well for as long as Xiu Xiu has. Oh, and Yvette are incredible.
Saturday, doors 8:30 PM
Being tagged as a throwback to the halcyon days of home-recorded indie pop sounds like a backhanded compliment in 2014, but it’s completely befitting of Radiator Hospital; one of the few acts who manage to utilize the format earnestly instead of as a shallow stylistic choice. The project of Sam Cook-Parrott sounds an awful lot like the earliest Modest Mouse cuts, but with more of a self-aware playfulness to it more along the lines of Ween or Beat Happening. He’ll be joined by a strong undercard boasting Swearin’s Alison Crutchfield (who appears on a recent compilation with Cook-Parrott), Slutever and more. Oh, and doors are at 6 PM, so you don’t have to worry about being too beat on Monday morning.
Sunday, doors 6 PM
I mean, if you’re reading this then I don’t really think I need to tell you that you should go see O.G. J Mascis shred the shit out of his jazzmaster for like an hour-and-a-half at Bowery Ballroom. Do I?
Friday, doors 8 PM
Speaking of O.G.’s, the #1 slot, somewhat surprisingly, given that Coleman isn’t writing this column this week, goes to one of the O.G.’s of contemporary thrash – the almighty Skeletonwitch. The quintessential “live band” constantly pushes its boundaries to challenging and rewarding places, aping sounds from Norwegian black metal, Swedish death metal and Bay area thrash to create a spellbinding sound all their own. Skeletonwitch have always been a band best heard live, and in 2014, there’s perhaps no better place to witness their spectacle than at New York’s own metal cathedral, St. Vitus. Better hit Stubhub if you didn’t nab a ticket for this one, it’s been sold out for a while.
Saturday, doors 10 PM
AKA the show fifteen-year-old me would have lost their shit over
AKA the show fourteen-year-old me would have lost their shit over
AKA the show forty-three-year-old me would have lost their shit over if I had become a dentist and only listened to Pandora