+++++++++++++++Patriomismo Codependence Hour: An Explanation++++++++++++++++++
I had originally begun booked the promising but relatively unknown touring acts Yellow Crystal Star and Black History Moth as long ago as August of last year, intrigued by the heavy water drops and dream blobs of YCS, which evoked in me a degree of nostalgia for my totally fuzzy days in Brazil as a disciple of street yahoos schooling me in the preferred techniques of glue huffing, which involved nothing less than produce bags of the supermarket variety. Clearly days are clearer now, and when months and months ago the prospect of an Independence Day noise show coalesced, mine eyes lighted. What better way to mimic the soul and distance of fireworks with an extravaganzer, a kablooey, a feastival. I searched high and low, spamming bands and gauging interest and wondering who is crazy enuff to play a show on July 4th? Evil Weiner always plays on July 4th, some weiner roastie, but this is somehow escaping my purview, and I yearn for a Nightlight night of classic raws, noisey rock and experimental forms, but accessible for youngster delight. Clearly the time was night.
But at the risk of manifesting (mynifesto), I must admit that somehow, the terms and times have left me thinking of this night through a lexicon of convoluted permutations, derivatives of Independence Day, for we are going to celebrate, but what ... Probably not a "Patriotic" thing, more like a "dispatriotized" thing, curiously entitled-
Blast off to Freakery
Freedom from What? Night of Rock
Nightlight Codependence Fireworks Mimicry
Nightlight Patriotismo Mismo Noise Rock Extravaganzer
July 4th Day of Nothing meets Nothing
Patriotic Nonsense Brouhaha Tomfoolery Shenanigan
Grassroots Dispell Retake Fuck Bush Rock Fest
Tyranny of the Eardrum Patrio-Riot-Eyes Fest
And so on. Clearly the promoter is confused about adequate labels, but the spirit is there - that in these times of times when cluster bomb meets Iraqi innocent, judicial arrogance meets disadvantaged margin, and arrogant prick meets world via Oval Office, there is some cynicism in order on the day when we celebrate our independence from Britain, since what we bought with that independence seems so fraught with hypocrisy and dependence on fractured models of politcs and economics that seem to benefit but a small fraction, that fraction being the death machines and military masters. It's all being stamped with disapproval through our subtly curated night of rock that is the Nightlight July 4th Show featuring
In the Year of the Pig - fav noise rock outfit of NC hands-down best pummeling feedback with a mask on saying we are mean but nice, like a puzzle board smashed into fragments of itself and reassembled by mashing pieces together that don't fit, creating a new jig-saw puzzle that sounds like a band saw/jackhammer duo, yet somehow beautiful and melodic. Featuring members of Horseback, Un Deux Trois, The Hem of His Garment, Cantwell, Gomez, & Jordan, so much more - a nexus of sounds that you are privileged by hearing.
Inspector 22 and the Bramble Ramblers - fractured Beefheart moments and homemade folk rock filtered through dessicated brainwaves and put up in smoke, cheated, lied, and then screenprinted to the bottom of a pair of faded levis, tossed in the laundry, and then hung up to dry in the cul-de-sac of the occult. Todd Emmert's solo project Inspector 22 retooled as a classic rock band featuring members of the Kingsbury Manx with noise-ish tendencies, like the Sun City Girls as Lou Reed's cover band covering songs written by a guy you swear you see every day.
Crowmeat Bob + Craig Hilton - masterful ambience, like pasta of horn, like drone of brown, like a real live life-like reflection of a dinosaur train of thought, like fake jazz on the Ghost Rider's tail pipe. Shaved Heads, heavy metal, and thinking realistically about zound.
Yellow Crystal Star - to be determined, myspace clues for your perusal. Hints suggest Tangerine Dream, Lester Bang's earwax, and unused Kleenex soaked in gasoline.
Black History Moth - Doo-Doo sounds, pugilistic mind-rot, and wave porn.
9:30 PM $6
But at the risk of manifesting (mynifesto), I must admit that somehow, the terms and times have left me thinking of this night through a lexicon of convoluted permutations, derivatives of Independence Day, for we are going to celebrate, but what ... Probably not a "Patriotic" thing, more like a "dispatriotized" thing, curiously entitled-
Blast off to Freakery
Freedom from What? Night of Rock
Nightlight Codependence Fireworks Mimicry
Nightlight Patriotismo Mismo Noise Rock Extravaganzer
July 4th Day of Nothing meets Nothing
Patriotic Nonsense Brouhaha Tomfoolery Shenanigan
Grassroots Dispell Retake Fuck Bush Rock Fest
Tyranny of the Eardrum Patrio-Riot-Eyes Fest
And so on. Clearly the promoter is confused about adequate labels, but the spirit is there - that in these times of times when cluster bomb meets Iraqi innocent, judicial arrogance meets disadvantaged margin, and arrogant prick meets world via Oval Office, there is some cynicism in order on the day when we celebrate our independence from Britain, since what we bought with that independence seems so fraught with hypocrisy and dependence on fractured models of politcs and economics that seem to benefit but a small fraction, that fraction being the death machines and military masters. It's all being stamped with disapproval through our subtly curated night of rock that is the Nightlight July 4th Show featuring
In the Year of the Pig - fav noise rock outfit of NC hands-down best pummeling feedback with a mask on saying we are mean but nice, like a puzzle board smashed into fragments of itself and reassembled by mashing pieces together that don't fit, creating a new jig-saw puzzle that sounds like a band saw/jackhammer duo, yet somehow beautiful and melodic. Featuring members of Horseback, Un Deux Trois, The Hem of His Garment, Cantwell, Gomez, & Jordan, so much more - a nexus of sounds that you are privileged by hearing.
Inspector 22 and the Bramble Ramblers - fractured Beefheart moments and homemade folk rock filtered through dessicated brainwaves and put up in smoke, cheated, lied, and then screenprinted to the bottom of a pair of faded levis, tossed in the laundry, and then hung up to dry in the cul-de-sac of the occult. Todd Emmert's solo project Inspector 22 retooled as a classic rock band featuring members of the Kingsbury Manx with noise-ish tendencies, like the Sun City Girls as Lou Reed's cover band covering songs written by a guy you swear you see every day.
Crowmeat Bob + Craig Hilton - masterful ambience, like pasta of horn, like drone of brown, like a real live life-like reflection of a dinosaur train of thought, like fake jazz on the Ghost Rider's tail pipe. Shaved Heads, heavy metal, and thinking realistically about zound.
Yellow Crystal Star - to be determined, myspace clues for your perusal. Hints suggest Tangerine Dream, Lester Bang's earwax, and unused Kleenex soaked in gasoline.
Black History Moth - Doo-Doo sounds, pugilistic mind-rot, and wave porn.
9:30 PM $6
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