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[Sound Guy] Everything Sort of Old Is Kind of New Again

Everything Sort of Old Is Kind of New Again
Heard Mentality: The best of the music, arts & culture blog for the week of Aug. 17-23

Busywork, the old no-cover Wednesday dance night at Detroit Bar in Costa Mesa, has been replaced by Pistol, the new no-cover Wednesday dance night at Detroit Bar. The similarities don’t end there.

Sure, there are different resident DJs (Joaquin, Nick Hernandez and Dallas Cornell), but the general vibe remains the same—and given the success of Busywork over the past two years, maybe that’s the point. I still think Detroit Bar itself, for all of its obvious strengths, is an awkward place for a dance night. The mainstage area is curtained-off, and people are meant to dance right in front of the venue’s entrance, directly in the line of fire for those stepping out for a smoke. On opening night Sept. 2, there were never more than a few people dancing at a time; some even danced by the couches toward the back wall.

There were a lot of ’90s hip-hop hits: “This Is How We Do It,” “Creep” (TLC, not Radiohead, natch) and “Going Back to Cali” (Notorious BIG, not LL Cool J) were all in the mix; hard to imagine getting psyched about hearing those tunes. When the opening notes of Daft Punk’s “Around the World” kicked in, there was sort of that feeling of “Really? We’re still doing this? In 2009?”

We’ll see where Pistol goes from here—I got there after midnight, which is late for a Wednesday, though there was a pretty healthy crowd (not packed, though). It was also the first night, so it’s unreasonable to judge it too harshly. Busywork attracted big-name guest DJs such as Steve Aoki, even back at its opening; here’s hoping Pistol grows and figures out how to distinguish itself other than playing tracks we were sick of a decade ago.

I did hear “Can I Kick It” by A Tribe Called Quest. Don’t think I’m complaining about that.

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Newport Beach may seem entirely too laid-back of a place to spawn a screamo band, but that’s where five-piece Saosin are from, and Sept. 1, they released their second studio album (and their first in three years), In Search of Solid Ground. First single “Changing” is much more melodic than previous efforts, and I’m fine with that, but it has already alienated some hardcore fans (“very dissapointing” [sic], types YouTube commenter “SeanSaosin”). It’s definitely more appealing to the mainstream than some of their other work. Saosin return to Orange County with a show Dec. 20 at the House of Blues.

Another veteran OC act, Atreyu (one of the top 10 greatest bands to name themselves after a Neverending Story character), released details on their fifth album, Congregation of the Damned. That’s scheduled for Oct. 27, but they don’t have any OC shows coming up, just one at the Wiltern in LA on Nov. 21.

aching@ocweekly.com

 
  • Johnny Transistor 09/12/2009 8:36:00 PM

    True, history repeats itself in a revamped form. If you get a chance catch Twenty 7. They should further prove your point. TWENTY 7 Hey man, I'm puking sick of unoriginal pseudo-musicians who push out popular rhetoric like disbarred lawyers turned politicians on the campaign trail to Hell. So sick in fact that in July I dressed like a life insurance salesman, garbing myself in a fake polyester suit, a pit stained white shirt and shitty tie just so I could get in to hear the monotone variety of 50 speeches at the annual dinner for "State Insurance Agent of the Year". Why I couldn't wait 30 days for the CD to come out isn't beyond me. Have you listened to the radio lately? A few days ago, I was being driven around LA by the Original Real Estate Agent From Hell, listening to his hyper non-stop caffeinated drivel for 51/2 hours straight. I tried to jump out of his car as he cruised the 405 at 85 mph but he had his doors on safety lock. Besides, he carted a fucken prize fighter on a short leash around with him everywhere. I finally managed to escape his bullshit by biting his goddamned right pinky off and feeding it to Turd, his pit bull. That distraction gave me just enough time to get control of the driver's side central locking system, unlock the doors and bolt before the dog knew what was up. So what we were doing 15 mph, I landed right in front of the Whisky a GoGo and knew Turd didn't have the raisins to follow me to the pavement. The landing felt like Mike Tyson had just kicked the shit out of me. Fuck yeah, but I landed at The Whisky in time for the next show. I was cut to so much rat shit that security pretended I wasn't in front of them as I walked in, the good thing being, my $30 jeans looked like a $500 pair, designed by none other than Ronald the Administrator. After splashing cold water on my face and arms in the can to clean the blood off, I ordered 2 beers, poured them down my throat then sat down as Twenty 7 was finishing their sound check. It must have been my lucky day, free $500 jeans and a front row seat to witness Twenty 7 unleash. Twenty 7 sound like The Police on steroids. Everything about them is, well, simply better than Sting and the boys. The band is the magic of movement front man bassist/vocalist Okan Sarli, amazing drummer under an afro siege Erez Ginat, guitarist/vocalist Alper Cakir who sheds the light with absolute vocalist Audrey Liana Bemal. Their music is nothing short of phenomenal, powerful enough to accompany their commanding stage presence and tight enough to unleash Hell when they want to. And they do. These guys drive an onslaught of sound that they whip around then snap into the audience only to bring it back for electro-shock therapy before driving it out again, but this time drenching their audience in the intense sound of tsunami intention. Having Twenty 7 play a club is like hiring an artistic tsunami to paint the inside of your house, nothing gets broken but everything inside gets slammed with obedient thunder. Without a good riff what do you have? The sound of a spider skating down a window. Interesting for a second but as boring as listening to 25 hamburgers sizzling in unison on a greasy spoon's grill. So who can? Okan. Yeah, Okan can and does...........deliver riff after riff. He moves with obscure fluid grace while eloquently beating the living shit out of his bass until powerful riffs fall off his fingers. The pair of them have to be close friends. Erez's heavy mortar back beats clear the way of anyone or anything in their path, his rapid fire finishing the job. When the coast is clear Okan owns the microphone and Audrey the voice of reason. Erez and Okan, well, are just plain relentless as Alper climbs the edge of the wall delivering the lightning the thunder so craves. Twenty 7 is ONE band, 4 artistic musicians who come together to create intensely unique, melodic music with a brain. Original describes the band but doesn't do them justice. How do you describe the hip, riff driven and thundering back beat driven music of 4 uniquely creative individuals? Twenty 7 Johnny Transistor, September 9, 2009 Copyright 2009 Johnny Transistor All Rights Reserved

 

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