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here’s something intriguing about Los Angeles rapper and producer Busdriver’s eccentric, in-your-face style that leaves you wondering whether you should be offended, alarmed or ecstatic. On his new album Perfect Hair, released this week via Big Dada Records, he does all three of these things and makes us love every bit of it.
Mmm yeah, definitely
Conceived in 2007, rising from the ashes of its predecessor, Party in the Park, WSUM’s Snake on the Lake Fest showcases the student radio station’s aural acumen, bringing local talent and small touring outfits to play (for free!) for the benefit of the student body.
If you’re reading this, congratulations! You’re bona fide Badger material! Now, I’m sure you’ve got a million questions swirling around your mind about college and the future and all that business. SOAR is a good place to answer some of those questions, but come September, you’ll not only be in school, you’ll also be in a city bustling with people and life and art! Especially the third one! And to ensure you’re up to speed on every bit of music, movie, painting, theater and literary opportunity in town, The Daily Cardinal is proud to present this short guide to the Arts in Madison.
In its second year at the University of Wisconsin-Madison campus, Revelry Music and Arts Festival brought over 20 artists to play at the Memorial Union. Read on for coverage from The Daily Cardinal Arts staff.
Fire Retarded, Madison's premiere scrappy garage punk band, rocked the High Noon Saloon with their patented rave up.
Cloud Nothings' show at the High Noon Saloon toed the line between punk ferocity and an almost solipsistic disinterestedness.
It’s been a strange trip for Cloud Nothings, Dylan Baldi’s jangle-pop-cum hardcore punk outfit from Cleveland, Ohio. Their first two records—mostly unassuming; pleasant, if not forgettable—were generally kitschy little indie rock collections. Lo-fi, fuzzy and bubbling with an infectious warmth. It was a bit of a shock when 2012’s wonderful Attack on Memory threw it all away in favor of a raucous post-hardcore assault. It’s certainly the high point of the band’s career to date—even if this year’s Here and Nowhere Else is an absolute blast, it never captures the manic/depressive jitters of its forerunners, sucked dry of lead guitarist Joe Boyer’s interplay with Baldi’s chest-thumping rhythms. It’s almost been like watching a band slide backwards into the primordial ooze; texture, style and finesse have all given way to primal urgency. It’s been fun, but whether or not it’s the right choice for the group still remains to be seen.
Punk music usually revolves around protest, rebellion and fast-paced, mosh-inciting style. Therefore, the scene can sometimes be written off as off-putting and relentless. However, Ex-Cult’s sophomore release, Midnight Passenger, shows clear signs of maturity and musical depth in the youthful neo-punk act’s career. The gang somehow found time between touring the States relentlessly to write some new material. Instead of lazily recreating their first release, the band decided to expand their sound, experimenting with new genres, guitar effects and musical depth. Unlike most punk bands that strive to embody the most powerful, brutal and noisy sound, Ex-Cult looks to refine their sound in a way that shows they aren’t a one-dimensional band.
Erika M. Anderson, former co-frontwoman of the apocalyptic noise-folk duo Gowns and current mastermind of EMA, is much less reserved than her music would suggest. Between her former work and her newer endeavors, patterns and motifs have emerged: isolation, alienation, violence, discomfort and so on. Over the phone, however, Anderson is talkative and forthcoming, eager about her art and the forces that mold it—even joking about Portlandia.
Hear ye, hear ye! For those of you enamored with cacophonic punk-styled rock, then the High Noon Saloon should be your primary destination Friday night. May 2, Cloud Nothings, alongside Fire Retarded and Protomartyr, will be bringing their mutual noisiness together under one roof, ready to blow off that aforementioned ceiling.
Australian punk rocker Brody Dalle has undergone many transformations during her music career, beginning with The Distillers and Spinnerette. Dalle’s latest reincarnation as a solo artist brings out a new intimacy and courageous delicacy to her sound.
Gustave, “The Moveable Feast,” stood over six feet tall, a simultaneous monolith and iconoclast. He dressed well—perhaps lavishly would be a better term—with a wardrobe appropriate and commodious to his stature. Standing behind Foster, The Moveable Feast wore a sepia-tinged houndstooth jacket, wide shouldered on his barrel-like rotundity. A pine-green handkerchief, redolent of balsam, was tucked in his left breast pocket. Foster could smell it even over the smell of vegan pastrami disintegrating upward. He wore no tie; instead he wore a turtleneck whose hue matched the handkerchief. He wore black dress pants and polished leather shoes to complete the ensemble.
San Francisco rocker John Dwyer can’t seem to sit still. Along with touring with lo-fi trio the Coachwhips and releasing his own electronic music under pseudonym Damaged Bug, Dwyer has just released the supposedly last record—before an indefinite hiatus—of his garage rock band Thee Oh Sees.
There are two sides to that old Danny Brown. One’s the madman—the cartoon embellishment of all of rap’s biggest tropes, the one who goes “dumb and ignorant when [he’s] on that clitoris”—and the other’s the sensitive introvert—the one who worries over girls who party all the time and who’s “smoking by [his] lonely, by his goddamn self.” The latter, for better or for worse, didn’t make an appearance at Brown’s sold out Majestic show this past weekend—he knew the crowd, knew what they expected, and delivered it in spades.
With a name like Death, you know the music is going to be interesting at least, and Death does not disappoint on that front. Their mixture of Motown and punk is an extremely unique combination of genre. It may not be the best or most polished music you’ve ever heard, but Death III does offer an original listening experience.
Wasted Potential is a very fitting name for a band that sounds like something your parents would probably disapprove of. With obvious influences from early metal and punk, Wasted Potential’s self-titled EP is an adrenaline-fueled beast that insists on being loud and in your face at all times.
With a band, the name matters perhaps as much as their sound or ethos, especially for fans. It’s just plain fun to tell someone, “I’m a Radiohead fan,” or “Yeah, I listen to the Beatles” or “Mitts yeah I know about A Hell of Heaven!” Caveat lector: So far as I can tell there is no band named A Hell of Heaven; nonetheless, in my head, they would sound like Plague Vendor do in real life.
What do you get when you combine a modest indie pop star and a pop-less alternative punk star? Aimee Mann and Ted Leo’s The Both comes to mind. The two music veterans joined forces in the last couple of years to find the right harmony between their starkly different voices and make an album reflecting the results. The self-titled debut album combines the gritty, distorted punk sound Leo is all too familiar with, and the niche feel-good acoustic pop sound Mann has grown to master. While some of the songs blend into one another, the album as a whole sounds refined, polished and what one would expect from two people who have been writing music their whole lives. However, their age might be catching up with them, as this album offers nothing new. It’s a safe, easy-sounding record that differs from their individual work, which embodied traits of painstaking effort and all-out emotional commitment.
The duality of Protomartyr’s debut, Under Color of Official Right, is both an asset and a curse. The dynamic provided is interesting to the listener, but once they get over the initial novelty of said dynamic, it becomes jarring and ill-conceived. This leaves the impression that Under Color of Official Right isn’t wholly complete, or that it was originally two projects that were somehow combined.
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