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Download: Butchy Fuego’s ‘Sabor Tropical’ Mixtape (Exclusive!)
We asked producer and Pit Er Pat drummer Butchy Fuego to make us a mix to go with his interview, and he gave us this wild beast!
Greetings friends of L.A. RECORD! This is Butchy Fuego, a recent transplant to L.A. I cooked up this [...]
NEW SHOP ARRIVALS: FEB 1ST, 2010
-New Arrivals
Nocando – Jimmy The Lock (MP3)
Bobb Bruno – Dreamt On (CD)
Mikki & The Mauses – The Problem With Male Sexualty (MP3)
VUM – Strange Attractor (CD)
Blue Jungle – Baby Don’t Cry (MP3)
Jail Weddings – Inconvenient Dreams (MP3)
Witch – Paralyzed (LP)
Valient Thorr – Immortalizer (2xLP)
Night Horse – The Dark [...]
We Are the World started their set on Monday in flowing white burkas, complete with capes and little square hats like the Shriners wear. I was trying to figure out how to describe their look (KKK-esque? Like whirling dervishes?) when Manimal’s Paul Beahan whispered into my ear: “it’s like Chef Boyardee on acid!” …Of course! Everything Manimal Vinyl does is like something-or-other on acid. Beahan’s label is the bulwark of left-coast psychedelia for the early 21st century—a new psychedelia that seems to be more influenced by raves and millennial tension than by drum circles and love-ins. Accordingly, the byword on this night was “mesmerizing.”
All the info for tomorrow’s Party Weirdo fest in Long Beach!
Download: Gangi “Commonplace Feathers”
(from A out now on White Noise)
L.A. RECORD cover alum Gangi (now with drummer Chris Hathwell from Moving Units/Festival of Dead Deer) join fellow L.A. RECORD graduates Dead Meadow, Restavrant, 60 Watt Kid, Rainbow Arabia, Scotty Coats and more at Long Beach’s first-ever Party Weirdo fest this Saturday! We’ll be DJ-ing the [...]
L.A. RECORD is happy to team up with the Academy, WESC and Crush Brothers to present this all-day-til-last-call event in downtown Long Beach at the Basement with L.A. RECORD alums like Dead Meadow, Rainbow Arabia, Restavrant, 60 Watt Kid, Scotty Coats and our superhuman Cha Cha buddy DJ Pubes plus many more! Stay tuned for [...]
Even in a jumpsuit with enough pockets for the apocalypse, no one is fully equipped for this weekend. People will lose flutes in teepees and see alligators in guitar-neck shadows chomping on the heads of musicians; and emerge from Pioneertown alleys on Sunday morning without pants.
Finding the teepee involved receiving intentionally vague directions from two groups of kids, navigating a sudden neighborhood with way too many lawn ornaments, and sneaking into someone’s backyard via a labyrinthine system of wooden gates I opened by tugging on bits of fishing wire tied into little loops. Inside the teepee we found Matt as well as Ed Sharpe (“Has anyone seen my metal flute?!! Who took my magical flute?!”) and a pack of orgasmic chickies in face paint.
IO is one of those performers. She has a great backup band and as a front person, you can’t take your eyes off of her. She was climbing the lighting grids, exploiting the electric fans to launch her parachute blouse, jumping around and collapsing on the stage and interacting a lot with the audience. They also had plenty of fog and great lights which made for a really cool visual experience.
When Tim “Terrorbird” said there’d be new Rainbow Arabia songs and new Hecuba haircuts at this show, I blushed, “Hecuba Haircuts?!!” —Wow, a lot of them hairs was snipped. No bodysuit (Jerry) or wife beater (Tom) on these bods tonight. Instead, closed collar black long-sleeve shirts and matching sweatshop slippers, a lack of facial hair not framing some wide-open blue orbs—the prison camp high fashion twins thing going on can only be a metaphor for the great suffering of love for art. Or art for love. Or sacrifice inverting beauty and dang. No-eyebrow minimalism, I must agree.
