Showing posts with label Parquet Courts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parquet Courts. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

[CONCERT REVIEW] Parquet Courts at Cat's Cradle in Carrboro, North Carolina

Photo by Ben Rayner

Written by Ryan Self

Current indie darlings Parquet Courts have already released five albums including their 2013 debut, yet have only played North Carolina twice. On Friday night, I saw show number two, as co-frontman Austin Brown asked the close to-sold-out crowd in Carrboro, North Carolina who had seen show number one, at the tiny Blind Tiger in Greensboro. Predictably, the crowd roared in reply.

"There were like 5 people there, including my cousin, and my cousin's wife," Beck-lookalike Brown replied. "You guys are full of shit."

The band then launched into the frenetic, rollicking title track to the excellent 2014 Sunbathing Animal record, and one thing was made abundantly clear: the days of audience barely outnumbering the band are long overdue for Parquet Courts.

But not for lack of trying. Parquet Courts is a wildly likable, at times ramshackle foursome that inspires more comparisons to Pavement and the Minutemen than they do to more traditionally accepted acts. They open their show not with proven crowd pleasers, but instead with the caustic "No No No!" from their young career's version of their Metal Machine Music, the seemingly purposefully obtuse Monastic Living. The crowd is understandably vexed; even a relatively devoted fan of the band is expecting songs from their three "proper" records, not Monastic and the comparably poppy Content Nausea. This is not the move of a band embracing its transition from indie stalwart to lead 4-star Rolling Stone review. They follow with "Dust," the wonky opener from the excellent new record Human Performance (even though all Parquet Courts records open with a wonky tune, seemingly as a rule), and then "Paraphrased" and "I was Just Here," perhaps the least obviously catchy tunes off the new record. At this point, it's easy to feel like you are watching a band that outwardly rejects fame. And then raw talent wins, as it always does.

Nominal lead frontman Andrew Savage knocks out "Berlin Got Blurry," the new wave track from the new record that declares that yes, Parquet Courts can play incredibly accessible pop songs, they just don't always choose to. "Bodies" leads off a run of what Brown calls "the old shit," which is an interesting way to characterize music that is less than two years old, followed by "Black and White," which sets the mosh pit into a frenzy from which it will not recover. From that moment on, the band is on fire. "Master of my Craft," from the debut record gains knowing nods from the crowd, as does "Borrowed Time," which sees the lead singer of opener the B-Boys race across the stage and dive into the welcoming arms of the front rows. "We got the new record out. We're going to play some shit off of that if that's OK," Brown modestly asks, and from there it's winner upon winner, culminating in a rambling, Grateful Dead-worthy version of "One Man, No City." Brown starts the song off, guitar cast aside, as a free form street poet, and ends it dug into an epic guitar battle with the band playing off one another. Savage, not to be outdone in this dual frontman duel, has just nailed the self pitying pathos of "Human Performance" and "Content Nausea," the latter of which is a manifesto I would have sworn was an impossible song to nail live.

It's an awe-inspiring thing to watch a band make the leap. So many acts display amazing potential, then never quite put it all together to make that one (or one of many) perfect record(s). When it happens, it not only gives you a wonderful record to enjoy, it amplifies the foibles of previous records as mere building blocks to the right sound. Think Vampire Weekend releasing Modern Vampires of the City in 2013, or The War on Drugs dropping Lost in the Dream in 2014. When a young band does it, it's doubly rewarding - the listener gets a transcendent record now, plus whatever will come. Parquet Courts' latest record and tour tells me two important things: No more five person audiences, no more "almost there" records. The future is limitless.

Get on board now.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

2013 Austin City Limits Music Festival Recap + Photos | Weekend 2, Part 2

Este Haim | All photos by Katie Moulton

Words and photos by Katie Moulton

Weekend 2, Day 2: The crowds got bigger, the sun got hotter, and the rock shows got better. (For a review of Day 1, click here.)

Saturday, October 12

Parquet Courts, 11:30am, Bud Light stage

One of the first sets of the day was by Parquet Courts, a band touted by many critics as slacker punks with a quintessentially Brooklyn sound—even though three of its four members (Austin Brown, Andrew and Max Savage) happen to be from Texas. The only possible giveaway during the typically breakneck set came during a brief tuning moment when guitarist/vocalist Brown ad-libbed a singalong to “Deep in the Heart of Texas.” Looking a little road-weary after a year of non-stop touring in support of critical hit Light Up Gold, the band nonetheless tore through the setlist with verve for a small crowd—playing much of that album in order (since the sequencing is so damn tight already), while mixing in songs from recently-released EP Tally All the Things That You Broke (i.e. “You've Got Me Wonderin' Now”), a cover by an Austin band, and a couple of songs such as “Dear Ramona” that perhaps will appear on their next full-length. I can't wait.

Parquet Courts

My Jerusalem, 12:00pm, Austin Ventures stage

ACL features plenty of “local” bands—probably because the city hosts such an embarrassment of musical riches. Jeff Klein, formerly of the Twilight Singers and Gutter Twins, is one such treasure. His latest project is My Jerusalem, and they'd been touring behind their second album Preachers, jumping off the road for the hometown gig—and heading right back out the next day. For the few songs I caught, Klein's heavy growl was front-and-center, a sound reminiscent of a darker, denser Kings of Leon.

Deap Vally / Autre Ne Veut

Back at the Bud Light stage, L.A. guitar-and-drums duo Deap Vally took off the top of my head with a mix of rock and wailing soul. Flame-haired drummer Julie Edwards rioted with the kit, and Lindsey Troy belted it out and laid on the licks; she even called out from the stage to the guy who taught her guitar ten years ago. Good job, dude, but the axe heroics belong to her now.

Deap Vally

For something completely different, I caught the end of set of fringe-R&B by Autre Ne Veut (otherwise known as Arthur Ashin). The singer somehow combined his haunting falsetto with raw emotional energy, sometimes bursting into a desperate stream of verse, backed up by a powerful female vocalist.

HAIM, 2:00pm, Lady Bird stage
            
The throngs massed early to howl for Haim, the hottest sister act on the scene. The trio (plus drummer Dash Hutton) hit the stage in a flurry of waist-length hair and charm. The set started strong with new hits from full-length debut Days Are Gone, including radio single “The Wire,” and lots of flirty, funny banter from bassist Este. For the rest of the show they settled into the soft, shimmery, poised pop that characterizes much of their album, but the highlight for me was when lead vocalist/guitarist (and dark, powerful center of the band) Danielle told the crowd she and her sisters were “going to jam, just like at home,” and they launched into some unbridled riffs that hinted at the energy and artistry Haim is capable of—whenever they decide to let it shine.

HAIM

 Grimes / The Joy Formidable

I did not take the advice of a very wise commenter on my Preview post, who recommended that I skip Grimes and just stake out a prime spot for Welsh rockers The Joy Formidable. Instead I bet on the hype machine and joined the teeny-boppers for one-woman synth-pop project Grimes. However, after a few minutes of Grimes' tinkering with petal-draped keyboards and ambient whisper-moaning whilst making doe-eyes at the crowd—I got bored. Even after the backup dancers in shiny pants appeared.

Grimes

So I high-tailed it to the other side of the festival grounds, leaping whole picnics in a single bound. JF was already in the midst of  high-velocity show, and set-closer “Whirring” rang with as much ferocious longing as it does in my ear buds.

Kendrick Lamar, 7:00pm, Honda stage

I waded through a churning sea of humanity, then waited in line to be allowed into the crowded photo pit. Festival security tightened to a nervous chokehold for Kendrick Lamar's highly-anticipated set. The youths were so dang excited, y'all. Tens of thousands of people may have been slammed up against the railing waiting for hip hop's hottest ticket, but they remained relatively polite about it all (only one man was removed before the show started). When rap's 26-year-old king-of-the-moment—crowned by his skills even more than by his boasts—came on, he channeled the crowd's mad energy into a solid performance, engaging from the edge of the stage while delivering anthem after anthem from last year's good kid, m.A.A.d. City. I couldn't help but feed off the force of it (and the quality of the material)—though it was hilarious to watch suburban tweens screaming the hook to A$AP Rocky's “Fuckin' Problems” and lyrics like “pussy and Patron will make you feel alright.” That's a metaphor, right?

Kendrick Lamar

The Cure, 8:00pm, Lady Bird stage

As Kendrick Lamar's set reached a climax, I found myself in need a of a shortcut to say goodbye to friends loading out—on the opposite side of the festival grounds. All that stood between us was 75,000 bodies. Fortunately, I managed to scam my way into a backstage VIPgolf cart ride. (It's not as glamorous as it sounds—if it sounds glamorous at all—but at ACL, it's priceless.)
           
I went running back into the grounds just in time to hear The Cure kicking in under clear skies more midnight-blue than Robert Smith's eyeliner. His face writ large on the big screen may have appeared buried under a corpse-level of makeup, but his voice sounded as bright and light as ever. They may have been playing “Just Like Heaven,” but for the crowd on the grass under the stars—swaying, dancing, making out—it may have felt just like something even better. 

I headed off into the Austin night, and the city invited me in as it had all weekend—no matter which wristband I wore.




Thursday, October 10, 2013

Festival Preview | Austin City Limits Weekend 2, October 11-13, 2013

Photo by Jason Gonulsen

Words by Katie Moulton

Overload.

Today's massive music festivals promise excess of experience—whether it's headliners piled on top of each other, the stimulants (rock-climbing wall! fingernail art!) that have nothing to do with music, or the legions of fans they attract. In fact, Austin City Limits festival in Austin, Texas has grown so big that this year it expanded to two full weekends, with musical happenings bleeding through the week between.

Since I'm a solo first-timer (at ACL and in the city of Austin), the key to my weekend is to avoid becoming overloaded. First, I'm doing my homework – while I won't discount an act based on their performance last weekend, a rave review could pull me in their direction. At least for a few songs.

The real key is prioritization, so below is a preview of sets that for me are 1) Can't Miss; 2) On the Itinerary (but no guarantees); and 3) Only if there's no booze left in the media tent.

Friday, October 11:

Can't Miss:

Purity Ring (7:45pm), Austin Ventures: Shrines, the debut by this crafty boy-girl Canadian duo, has stayed strong as one of my favorite albums of 2012-2013 thanks to its ethereal synth weirdness and Megan James' robotic angel voice. I can't wait to see how this cavernous-yet-minimal synthpop translates to a vast open space at sunset.

Savages (1:00pm), Honda: I caught this all-female, black-clad art-rock outfit in the blazing heat of this year's Pitchfork festival, and one note from lead singer Jehnny Beth turned my sweat to ice. The British band's debut album came out earlier this year, and while critics like Jim DeRogatis of “Sound Opinions” tout it as a best-of-the-decade, I maintain their live performance is far superior.

On the Itinerary:

Thao & the Get Down Stay Down (1:30pm), Barton Springs: No one in the alt-folk game sounds quite like Thao Nguyen, and the band's 2013 political-minded We the Common is feisty as hell.

Arctic Monkeys (6:30pm), Skyline: Since Kanye West won't be demanding my full attention (link: http://www.theguardian.com/music/2013/oct/10/kanye-west-arctic-monkeys-jimmy-kimmel-live), I'll check out these British punk revivalists fronted by Alex Turner, who with their latest effort AM, are showing signs of maturity within their wry, eff-off attitude.

No Booze in the Media Tent:

Vampire Weekend  (6:00pm), Lady Bird: This year, this band known (to me) for their Ivy League aesthetic and lazier-than-Paul-Simon co-opting of cultural sounds in service to slick indie pop...put out a pretty good record. Let's see what they do live. Maybe.

WTF:

The Verve Pipe (2:30-55), Austin Kiddie Limits: The band's best-known hit was 1996's “The Freshmen,” a song about teenage suicide and drug use among other light themes, has since become the single that never dies. Now the Verve Pipe do kids' music?


Saturday, October 12:

Can't Miss:

Parquet Courts, (11:30am), Barton Springs: If you don't own last year's instant post-punk classic Light Up Gold...well, rectify that. Then check out the Brooklyn-by-way-of-Texas foursome's new EP Tally All the Things You Broke, released just last week. It's the sound of the band spreading out, with a particularly Beck-ian closing track. None of the recorded intensity is lost on-stage, with the added bonus of bassist Sean Yeaton's whiplash-inducing head-banging.

Este Haim | Photo by Jason Gonulsen

HAIM, (2:00pm), Lady Bird: Don't wanna say I told you so, but...I did. (link, scroll down page 1, and page 2: http://blogs.riverfronttimes.com/rftmusic/2010/04/show_review_setlist_julian_casablancas_strokes_st_louis_april_26_2010_haim_phrazes_photos_video.php)  With new release Days Are Gone debuting high on the charts (#1 in the UK! #6 in the US!) and infectious single “The Wire” living in my ear, this trio of LA sisters (every one more talented than the last) is blowing up.

Kendrick Lamar (7:00pm), Honda: Have no doubt, Kendrick Lamar, as one of the most exciting hip hop artists in recent memory with last year's good kid, m.A.A.d. city and the throwdown verse heard round the world, will draw the throngs. And I finally get to be there.

On the Itinerary:

Grimes (5:00pm), Honda / The Joy Formidable (5:00pm), Barton Springs: Here I'm divided. Grimes is the project of Canadian Claire Boucher—bizarrely beautiful/beautifully bizarre mystic-pop that's as visually intriguing as it is sonically. Wales' The Joy Formidable has mastered a wailing wall of rock, and I'd love to experience the blast of “Whirring” live.

No Booze:

The Cure (8:00pm), Lady Bird: I guess I have to, right? But could they ever sound as good as they did on the stereo while I bopped or moped around my middle-school bedroom?


Sunday, October 13:

Unfortunately, I have to catch a flight Sunday afternoon (assuming I'm still mobile), so I'll miss most of the highlights. If you're there, this is what I would do.

Can't miss: The Super-Groups

Divine Fits (4:30pm), Honda: Britt Daniel of Spoon + Dan Boeckner of Wolf Parade/Handsome Furs = stylish, growling excellent rock and a surging gothy cover of early-Nick Cave's “Shivers” I haven't been able to shake for a year.

Atoms for Peace (7:40pm), Lady Bird: Radiohead's Thom Yorke has teamed up with Red Hot Chili Peppers' Flea. Rock spectacle shall ensue. Just get ready for it.