Saturday, July 21, 2007
Post Show Wrap-up: Chic Nerve, Eagle-Ager, Slim Castle, Boyzone @ Velvet Lounge
Thursday July 19, was billed as "an evening of dadaist performance art, interpretive dance, experimental electronic music, and accompanying visuals." Boyzone from North Carolina open and the first 5 minutes were promising. The 3 girl-3 boy ensemble generated a din of cymbal crashes, metal thumps and droning vocals. But some equipment malfunctions pushed the group into pre-workout stretching & muck making like pigs rolling in a noise mud bath. Slightly amusing, but sonically uninteresting...their 15 minute set was about 18 minutes too long.
Next up Slim Castle, (ex-Kohoutek) on electric guitar with visual projections, which to his (and the audience's) amusement didn't actually project during his set. Synth guitar marred by factory presets inspired by the worst of 80s midi samples...ugh. But things got better when he switched guitars and jammed to some rhythmic backing tapes. Way more focused and cohesive.
From the hipsterville of Brooklyn were Eagle-Ager. Cardboard costumes, vocal singing and rantting, minimal drums, tapes, and full frontal nudity. Sounds good on paper but in execution it came off as a bunch of high school thespians sneaking into the school auditorium after huffing all the paint thinner in shop class. If their performance had some direction or plot I sure couldn't tell what it was. The best portion was the rancid tape recordings of Tibet monks played on boom boxes. I am a sucker for lofi drones and chants. With some refinement and direction they could evolve into something interesting, but for now it was just shits and giggles.
The headlining duo of Rebecca Mills & Ginger Wagg I had to bail out on. As is too often the case at the Lounge things got started way too late (especially for a weeknight) and the pacing tween acts setting up and breaking down was glacial. But I heard they were classy...
Hat tip to Amber for mobile phone photography.
Costumes, nudity, shit noise can be loads of fun if its done right. For me the yardstick by which I measure all practitioners of the genre is the Netherlands kings of shitnoise, the FCKN'BSTRDS. Watch and be inspired.