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28 Local Greats

(Long Beach) Hip-hop is often considered a musical language all its own, and Sound In Color chief Jon Ancheta heard a dialect that blew his mind at Long Beach State: an Asian Studies student named Teck Another rapping in Japanese somewhere in the student union. Ancheta didn't understand one syllable, but it sounded righteous enough to mix with his stable of musical brainiacs in the Sound In Color crew. Since then, Teck's been producing 12-inches and casting breakneck electronic music with a Japanese flavor. "I talk about my roots in music," says Teck, who spent much of his teenage years in America but was born on Fukuoka, Japan's southern island. On an upcoming collaboration with Sound In Color DJ GB, he reprises his Japanese raps that basically translate something like this: "I'm representing Japan—nothing can compare to my style!" Probably a decent class in Japanese language would take care of any translation problems or at least put some meat to the lyrics. Then again, a crash course into the Teck Experience should mean listening to an instrumental like "Stone Cold," a five-minute cinematic hip-hop symphony that avoids pricking easy emotional buttons, says DJ GB. His upcoming, untitled EP, to be released by Sound In Color in late 2004, concentrates on hip-hop and electronic R&B. "I do three sections of song; three different ideas in one song," Teck said. "It's dope—you have more stories to tell." WHEN YOU CAN SEE HIM NEXT: no upcoming gigs planned. WHERE YOU CAN HEAR HIM: EP out soon on Sound In Color. HOW YOU CAN GET A HOLD OF HIM: contact through (Andrew Asch)
Foxy Autopsy
Photo by Jeanne Rice

(Long Beach) As our car speeds into traffic, Beige Sandstorm—the woman with the parking-meter tattoo—mind reads my bizarro fantasies: "Wouldn't you like to be kidnapped by Foxy Autopsy?" she asks. "Well, we have a waiting list." Before I have time to make a snappy reply or at least say, "Please don't hurt me," we swerve to a stop by the loser bar where Foxy Autopsy was born. In the Pabst Blue Ribbon-scrubbed halls of Cafť Bistro, Beige Sandstorm hooked up with Coco Chappelle and DJ Classical Romeo to concoct Foxy Autopsy, the girl-fronted hip-hop crew that may be one of the next big sounds to come out of the LBC. DJ Classical Romeo loops old jazz and 1960s funk soul seemingly rescued from a thrift shop's music section, and while others might use Romeo's platform as an opportune time to speak truth to power, Beige and Coco delightfully squander this chance on their tales of gay dads, partying in parking lots and avoiding exercise. Wholesome living, here we come: "We made a pact/No babies/When I get a disease, I spread it like rabies!" More surprising is Foxy Autopsy's work ethic. In 18 months, they've produced three self-released albums and regularly tour the West Coast. Wanna know Coco's take on her hip-hop experience? "It's cute but kind of scary!" WHEN YOU CAN SEE THEM NEXT: at La Cantina at Taco Beach, 211 Pine Ave., Long Beach, (562) 983-1337. July 23. WHERE YOU CAN HEAR THEM: new album Aquavend debuts with a record-release party at Dyzzy on Vynyl, 3004 E. Seventh St., Long Beach, (562) 436-8928. July 31. HOW YOU CAN GET A HOLD OF THEM:; (Andrew Asch)THIS IS REVENGE

(Anaheim) With a few stalwarts from Anaheim's old Four Letter Words (including man-about-town singer A.J.) and the cream of the city's unattached, Revenge turned out to be best served with a patina of glammy David Bowie swagger over a million riffs and most of the venom from Black Flag's Jealous Again, plus a weirdo sci-fi keyboard to confuse the norms. Decked out in their matching outfits—from Unabomber hoodies and sunglasses to matching pistol-silhouette T-shirts, depending on the temperature—it's somewhere between the Village People (who really DID have a punk song) and the Black Panthers. They must scare the fuck out of people. WHEN YOU CAN SEE THEM NEXT: at the Attic, 1658 W. Lincoln Ave., Anaheim, (714) 999-9611. June 29. WHERE YOU CAN HEAR THEM: self-released demo; upcoming seven-inch on Oedipus. HOW YOU CAN GET A HOLD OF THEM:; (Chris Ziegler)

Geisha Girls


(Costa Mesa) We'd heard their name and saw their badges pinned on many SoCal kids' T-shirts but never had a clue how fucking amazing Geisha Girls really were—that is, not until a couple of weeks ago when they played some totally weird party we attended. Their music—an electric shock of gloriously retro Rickenbacker rock, fusing LA's old-school Alley Cats with early New Order, right down to a spot-on cover of the latter's "Ceremony"—lured us away from our beer and conversation and into a room where their infectious buzz was punching through the speakers. Stealing a trick from the Violent Femmes, the Geisha Girls are in fact three boys—Disneyland employee/drummer Damian Edwards, entrepreneurial eBay-er/guitarist John Roller, and he's-in-the-Checkers-too bassist Shawn Munoz. But they were so right-on that night that we temporarily left the party and drove to a $12-in-fees gas-station ATM just to buy their EP. And they're still modest. "The three of us just click really good," says Munoz with a shrug. "We just wanna jam and make fun music." WHEN YOU CAN SEE THEM NEXT: with Scarlett's Well at the Liquid Den, 5061 Warner Ave., Huntington Beach. June 26, 9 p.m. $8. 21+. WHERE YOU CAN HEAR THEM: self-titled 12-inch EP on JSR Records; upcoming seven-inch on No. 3 Records. HOW YOU CAN GET A HOLD OF THEM: (Kat Jetson)WELLSVILLE

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