Amyl and the Sniffers, Nick Cage, Sähd White Guys at Market Hotel
Genre: Punk, Electronic
Melbourne, you oh so far conglomerate of musical explosiveness, you have taken over 10,000 miles of earth’s turf and landed straight onto Brooklyn’s Broadway at Market Hotel. You brought us King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, Courtney Barnett, Eddy Current Suppression Ring, and now Amyl and the Sniffers? What are they sniffing for? It seems to be sort of lead towards U.S. rock glitz much like their contemporaries Surfbort–but lest we forget Australian veterans such as The Saints or Radio Birdman, whose energy could transfer through the landlines and record needles of 1977 and then overtly written in the history books of verse chorus verse punk versatility that is still being made and influenced from. Amyl does their punk forefathers well, and this will be a show to be remembered.
Tickets *SOLD OUT*
Awesome Tapes from Africa at Elsewhere
Genre: World Music, Electronica, Disco
Local DJ’s across town owe it to the re-issues on label Awesome Tape From Africa–you might as well see the people who established it play the World Music dug out of basement cassette crates and mp3s for your groove pleasures.
Mekons, Fond Farewells at Music Hall of Williamsburg
Genre: Punk, Rock, Country
Mekons began as an art collective alongside their contemporaries Gang of Four, but quickly became a sound between satirical oi punk and new wave with serious political themes. Throughout the years, left-wing tendencies turned towards a cow punk sound–yet aiming at the same target they once had as students at University of Leeds.
Fascinator at Turks Inn
Genre: Psychedelic, Experimental
He’s an alter-ego shaman; his band members are rotating and play air instruments or meditate for the entire set; he has a hotel room in Gramercy you can rent for parties as his music plays on loop. Now, Lord Fascinator’s playing the Sultan Room at Turks Inn, the most recent addition to the Bushwick boom of venue openings. Fascinator has the goo of experimental psychedelia in his hands and then squeezes it. The ooze that emerges from between his fingers is a result of deep ambient trip-hop–a drum and sitar track mantra chanting against the Australian psych rock bandwagon, as his usual opener slots are for his fellow Spinning Top Music friends (Tame Impala, Pond, and the like). For this headlining show, there may expect unpredictability and contrast from the rest of the music scene’s he’s affiliated with.