So here’s what happened. We get a call yesterday at around two in the afternoon, someone talking about coming over and dropping off their equipment over at the warehouse. We had no idea who it was or what they were talking about. Apparently a couple bands were in town on tour and looking for a place to play. To make a long story short, a few hundred beers, sixty people, roughly a dozen noise complaints, five people on the boat, four bands, a three person mosh pit, one bonfire, one visit from the cops, three-quarters of a fire extinguisher extinguished, and half a head shaven later, we’re all still alive and sufficiently hung-over. It was a kick-ass party, and all on a day’s whim. So here’s a shout out to the bands that surprised us and rocked out the warehouse last night, you guys brought a liberating variety of sounds, good vibes, and a shit-ton of equipment. Hell yeah.
Also if anyone has any pictures from last night, please please please share them with me! My cameras malfunctioned last night and I have no pics. (You can find my email on the ‘About’ page.)
The first band was a noise-pop rock band from San Francisco, The Tambo Rays. Check out their website where you can find links to their Facebook and Soundcloud. They’re catchy, elaborate, and reverberantly noisy in the good way, as you can hear in their song Itchy Eyes. And there’s also a great music video for their song Dragging Our Bones, elaborate indeed. They’re playing with MEAT MARKET on June 22nd at the RVCA store in the Haight. I’ll be going, as should you.
The second band was a garage rock band formed in Santa Cruz and relocated to Oakland, MEAT MARKET. Check out their Tumblr and listen to their stuff on their Bandcamp page. I’ve seen them play nearly a dozen times and they never get old. I’d put them somewhere near surf rock but, as clearly stated in their song Don’t Surf, they don’t surf. Dirtier, louder, and more umph than a late-60’s psychedelic garage rock revival band, they pack some good punk rock. I eagerly await the day that their fame grows to beat the local carnicerias on the google search results page. Stick with the beat, hang with the meat.
The third band was a glum rock band from Pennsylvania, Viking Moses. They were only a couple songs into their set before they were interrupted by a visit from Oakland PD. I was just coming back from a liquor run when the police arrived so I didn’t even get to hear a single note of their stuff. Hell of a bummer. This is a link to their website but it doesn’t seem to be too current. You can find their more recent stuff if you look up their recent uploads on Youtube. Their older stuff on their Myspace sounds sweet and soft, soothing for melancholic moods. I saw some videos of them playing their last album live and I’d say they’ve been growing rougher, heavier, and bluesier. Gave me a first impression of something like BRMC or Cold War Kids. Pissed they couldn’t play. Sorry guys. They’re on tour now and they’ll be playing in Echo Park on Thursday, so Los Angelinos be sure to go see them.
After the police gave us a warning we closed the garage doors and Teenage Mysticism played a low volume semi-unplugged set without the drums. They’re also from Pennsylvania, are touring with Viking Moses and share elements with them. The sound was very melodic, the mood calm and relaxing. Good tunes for coming off the heavier stuff and to close off the night. A friend of mine said they remind him a little bit of Velvet Undergound but a little less lo fi, sweeter vocals and more constructed. They remind me of a band but I can’t put my finger on which. Listen to them here on their Bandcamp page.
I’ll update the post with pictures as I find them.
For now here’s one from the aftermath of the fire. Bader woke up at five in the morning to the smell of smoke and ran outside to find this mattress on fire. I guess it was a little too close to the smoulders of the dying bonfire. Him and Micky put it out. Then Micky put it out when it caught fire again the second time. Saved our lives twice in one morning. Thanks for reals dudes. I don’t think I would’ve woken up from my drunken sleep if my mattress lit on fire.
Here’s a picture taken by the Tambo Rays