Sep 16, 2013
Listening to Mazzy Star's bluesy dream of an album, Seasons of Your Day, is making us really excited to levitate at their Terminal 5 show in November.
Get a glorious earful here

Listening to Mazzy Star's bluesy dream of an album, Seasons of Your Day, is making us really excited to levitate at their Terminal 5 show in November.

Get a glorious earful here

Aug 30, 2013

Ty Segall performs ‘Sleeper’ with the Sleeper Band @ Music Hall of Williamsburg 8.29.13


Last time we saw Ty Segall he was sharing a headlining spot with White Fence where they performed songs off their collaborative album, Hair. It was a crazy fun party, filled with as much chaos as a hazy garage rock band can inspire and it’s what people come to anticipate from the LA-based hyper active musician. For his newest output and tour, Segall takes a new direction, trading in electric fuzz for a stripped down acoustic vibe that inspires body sways and lighters up in the air instead of swirling mosh pits.

Riding on wave of complete ease, we walked into this show our first since May, where we saw and the gang play the blissful Sleeper album. For 40 minutes, we literally swooned through faves like title track ‘Sleeper’ and ‘Sweet C.C.,’ Segall’s drumming and mustachioed guitarist Sean Paul’s perfect whistles. The audience was mostly chill but to our minor chagrin some anxious heads couldn’t help but yell out requests for a jolt from the past. The guys complied eventually and everyone immediately popped into a headbanging, moshing, stage diving frenzy as the band kicked out the old school jams ‘til the end of the night.

We got some of or favorites from Melted, ‘Sad Fuzz’ and ‘Girlfriend’ while others had to go by the wayside (i.e. ‘My Sunshine,’ ‘I Bought My Eyes’ and so, so many more). guess that’s the price to pay for loving an unrelenting musician who cranks out instantly lovable albums like a speed demon! Ultimately, we’re just grateful to do what makes us beam with happy — seeing this riff whiz play, be it vulnerable acoustic songs or catchy shred fests that drive a crowd wild.

Words and shitty phone pic by Cheep

Aug 28, 2013

We are extremely excited to be saying farewell to our birthday week seeing Queens of the Stone Age (again) on December 14!!!!

May 18, 2013
Liars @ The Met
The best dudes, Ancient Egyptian style.

Liars @ The Met
The best dudes, Ancient Egyptian style.

May 9, 2013

The most decent of the shit pics we took during our week in shows. damn it was good! —Cheep

May 6, 2013
Moonface solo piano @ Littlefield…After the shittiest commute comes the reward. We fucking made it!

Moonface solo piano @ Littlefield…After the shittiest commute comes the reward. We fucking made it!

Jan 3, 2013

Governors Ball @ Randall’s Island 6.23 & 6.24.12

Summer made its weekend debut like a cheeky miss in a cotton dress blowing in the wind this past Saturday and Sunday and it felt as though the beauty of these days couldn’t be better celebrated anywhere other than Governors Ball.

Saturday was the laziest of days spent laying in the grass, taking a nap with a hat guarding our faces from the sun listening to Santigold, Major Lazer and others from a distance. It was the perfect summer day and spending it as packed into a crowd was not the way to do it. Sunday proved opposite as we shot into active mode darting between the two stages. Starting off with death by folk and adorableness via Devy Banhart to feeling too many feels with the soul-rattling talents of Fiona Apple and Explosions in the Sky back-to-back and putting the dot on the i with the wicked fun of Modest Mouse.

Overall, Governors Ball offered the most easygoing festival experience this city could ever give us. The smooth bus commute to and from the island, the wonderful food options HELLO WAFELS & DINGES!, free access to water, the choice acts, everything was just so well-organized and great we may just do it again next year.

Words & pic by Cheep

Jan 3, 2013

Better late than never: Refused & Ceremony @ Terminal 5 4.23.12


In my life as music obsessed person I’ve learned to come to terms with the fact that there are live shows, either real or imagined, that have no chance in hell of ever happening. Ideal lineups combined with venue preferences that shall live  in the far reaches of my mindscape until I cease to exist. Seeing Refused live was one of those far-fetched fantasies.

Through most of high school and during three years worth of bus commutes to university, I listened to the Swedish post-hardcore band, picturing singer Dennis Lxyzen get on that James Brown tip doing splits and shit and me going buck wild to “Summerholidays vs. Punkroutine.” I could see myself going hoarse belting out “Rather Be Dead” or “New Noise.” All of this in vain, as the bittersweet reality that I would never see those four Swedes do their thing, front row as chaos reigns in the pit, always kept me in check. Watching their documentary, Refused Are Fucking Dead not only gave me a taste of the unattainable but solidified the fact: These dudes are never going to get back together and make my life by playing a show in NYC. This was true for very long time…until 2012 rolled in.

Announcement of a reunion tour included a show at Terminal 5. At ticket sale time, everything seemed to be against me. Scalpers scalped and credit cards malfunctioned, all seemed lost until it wasn’t. A second date was added due to popular demand and the deed was done: I was going to see Refused rip Terminal 5 a new butthole. On a Monday night, nonetheless.

My dream wouldn’t exactly be fulfilled as I imagined it. Much Iess daring than I was back then, I found solace from the impending whirlwind pit of sweat, skin and aggression that was bound to develop below on the last floor of the venue, with a bird’s eye view of the stage.

Nostalgia wafted through the venue as the pre-show playlist blared all the bands I fell in love with over a decade ago along with Refused: At the Drive-In, early Thursday, Glassjaw blared through the speakers until openers Ceremony hit the stage.

The California punks warmed up the crowd with a short set, highlighting the tracks on their punchy 2012 debut Zoo. The singer was absurd yet charming flailing across the stage like a contorted Smiths-era Morrissey — coif ye high in a stretched out worn white tee and faded black jeans — sideways inclined and falling short of oscillating wildly. The band inspired the semblance of circle pit that fizzled quickly (maybe they were just saving their energy for the headliners?). It didn’t phase them and they played on for what seemed like 10 minutes. We sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to some guy named Robbie then next thing I knew the singer was blowing kisses at the masses and it was over.

The curtain went down for the last time and through the veil flashed “REFUSED” in amber, the crowd yelling the band’s name at the rhythm of the light. Once the veil dropped and the band got rolling it was full steam ahead. Dennis was just unstoppable. Owning the stage with complete finesse, he sashayed all over, got a few splits in, jumped off stuff and into the crowd. He’s got one of my most favorite stage personalities since Cedric Bixler-Zavala. These guys are soulful creatures with endless energy oozing out of their lanky bodies until they’re dripping in sweat. When he wasn’t being a choatic yet graceful swan on stage, his on stage banter comprised of gratitude and self-deprication. Especially before Lou Koller of Sick of It All came out and he said they were just a band trying to sound like the NYHC legends before going into a SOIA cover.

Needless to say, the band was loud, the whirlwind growing with the volume, reaching it’s apex when that solo introducing “New Noise” played. That was fun and expected and all but the most memorable moment for me was hearing “Rather Be Dead” live. It was cathartic, as usual, like a shot in the arm. I damn near lost my head yelling, “RATHER BE AAAALIVE!” it was as if everything was Millhouse and nothing hurt. 

I walked out to buy some merch right after ‘New Noise,’ to beat the crowd. Came back to the floor for the finale and after Dennis shouted “Stay curious, stay wild and stay fucking hungry,” I walked out before the masses had the chance, heart warmed and full of hope and happiness much like I always do after a really good show, sad that I couldn’t share this with Snail but happy I could now say that the seemingly impossible happened and it was pretty damn sweet. —Cheep

Photo by Jonathan McPhail via brooklynvegan

Sep 12, 2012

Dreams do come true!



It’s time to resurrect excited middle aged Asian man because two years later our October will still be of epic proportions and Everything Everything is returning to New York City for CMJ. The fest runs from Oct 16-20 but the official schedule is TBA so we have no idea when they’re going to play yet!

Aug 19, 2012

I had a date with these three tonight, it was pretty fuggsin’ perfect. —Cheep

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Jul 29, 2012

This is what we did today, plus exploring the city and its culinary delights… Earl grey gelato and glorious Tibetan dofu! All is possible here.

Tonight we say, New York we love you, and you’re not bringing us down. Love, C&S.

Jun 18, 2012
You know, just your typical day walking back from work.

You know, just your typical day walking back from work.

Jun 4, 2012

This weekend went in the books for many a reason, one of which was finally meeting our favorite New York City personality. For years we’ve called him Dress Vest, after one of first pieces of an ensemble we ever saw him in, admiring his sartorial creations and sass from a far. On Saturday, our lives reached a new high when after catching Snail trying to take a picture, our hero came up to us concerned the staples he was using to hold together his skirt bottom were showing in the photo.  Relieved he was not angry —the last thing we want to do is disrespect this man — we assured him they were nowhere to be seen and ended up in a 20-minute conversation with this visionary.  He told us how he made his current outfit, from his elaborate flowered and feathered hat to his slip and skirt to giving him input for changes. Starstruck and complete immersed, all we wanted to do was listen to him go on about his creations and ideas and forgot to ask him his real name. Either way, it was the best thing that could’ve happened while Moz was here.

May 12, 2012

Modeselektor and Low Limit @ Music Hall of Williamsburg 4.17.12

Last year’s release of Modeselektor's bouncy third LP Monkeytown filled us with giddy and lying in wait for some live action. After all, studio versions are fine but the live show’s the thing and it was only a matter of time until Gernot and Szary would come around with our favorite bangers. On this fateful day, our set wishlist in our brainpans, we were more than ready for this jelly.

A righteous stuffing of pizza and beer from Fornino prefaced the party at Music Hall. Low Limit made bodies rock with his mixmastering. One dancer in particular wowed us with his graceful undulating movements. I christened him AZN Child (said like Beyonce says it in her stellar role a protective wife and mother in Obsessed), he was like an angel whose badassery put us all to shame.

Much like Modeselektor and Pfadinderei awesomeness always does.

Fresh computer interface-themed visuals and our favorite monkey mascot reincarnated as a blue light portrait flashing behind them, our boys turned it out, working down a fantastic mix of new and old for a packed floor at our sixth Modeselektor show — third at this venue. Wasting no time, we went hard from the get-go to opening bassy bouncer “Grillwalker.”  Super-favorite “Pretentious Friends” made us go ballistic. Classics like “2000007” and “Godspeed” were not left behind but our bodies began to malfunction. Having gulped 2 lame beers each and becoming increasingly dehydrated by the second, we were put out of commission pretty quickly. Despite the ultra-cotton mouth and physical lag, stopping the dance was not an option.

During “Evil Twin” we missed Otto Von Schirach an “OTTOOOOOOOOO!” escaped us. Maybe he’d magically appear in his lucha libre mask and bejazzled grandma sweater from Highline Ballroom where he was opening for Atari Teenage Riot, again, but alas he did not. Everyone went cray as expected to their mega hit “Black Block” and their staple champagne showers. By the time “Shipwreck” came up we gathered enough energy to go nuts during this glitchy Thom Yorke collab. Like last time, Moderat's beautiful “A New Error” was our closing encore.

Unlike before, there were no remixes, Siriusmo songs or disturbing comedic art from Fantastic Nobodies :(. Also, after what feels like an eternity of waiting, WE FINALLY GOT OUR MONKEY SHIRTS, too!  Now we can be red pants Thom Yorke for Halloween — or every day — as we’ve daydreamed.

Tore up from the floor up from the night’s madness, we still entertained the idea of seeing the German duo play Bowery Ballroom the next day. Maybe we could finally meet and bear hug the poop out of these bringers of fun and happiness but it didn’t work out. Again. Will we ever bite the bullet and tell these dudes in the least creepy sounding way possible how amazing they are to our lives? Stay tuned to find out on the next “C&S see Modeselektor Live for the umpteenth time.” —Cheep

Photo from Coachella 2012 by David Andrako via BrooklynVegan

May 12, 2012

Tanlines/Rewards/Tezeo @ Bowery Ballroom 4.12.12

There’s a problem that’s plagued us for years: missing bands we love play live. Consecutively. For no good reason at all. It happened with Battles and it happened more recently with Tanlines. The city’s best tweeting band have slipped past our radar every time since we first listened to them, last year’s MoMA PS1 free show hurting the most. Needless to say, on the day of our first Tanlines show, mundane tasks were damned and restlessness and exciting anticipation ruled us.

This feeling lingered through the opening sets and during the excruciating wait for the headling act to come on. Soon enough, everything was its right place.

On a stage littered with neon lit plastic plants and matching psychedelic backdrop, our beloved purveyors of winky-sadnesssinger/guitarist Eric Emm and synth master Jesse Cohen owned the night with tropical-splashed electronic pop featuring jammies off their new record, Mixed Emotions. From an ideal dancing spot against the wall, we got down like it was the best club night ever during the likes of crowd fave “All of Me” and “Real Life” (!!!!!!) and chilled just as hard on slower tracks. Betwixt songs, kind-eyed Cohen was acting MC throwing out adorable quips, stories and a sweet compliment or two at his buddy who reserved his voice and coyly smiled at his friend’s entertaining banter.

This night wrapped up in the best way with a total dance riot during non-encore “Real Life.” As time does tend to fly when you’re having fun and a band’s catalog is a couple of releases long, it felt all too fleeting but well worth the wait. Our band crush now in the redzone, we picked up copies of the Mixed Emotions limited edition tan vinyl and swooned into the night. —Cheep

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