Last week, we asked you to save the date. Now here’s why: On October 22nd, Consequence of Sound will set up shop at Brooklyn’s Southpaw to host an unforgettable October party. The night will be topped by Brooklyn’s own Miniature Tigers, in an exclusive performance, and San Francisco’s The Stone Foxes. Supporting the east and west coast indie darlings will be Mr. Dream, Is Tropical, Pujol, ARMS, Nerves Junior, and Bosco Delrey across two stages.
Advanced tickets are currently available for $7 via Southpaw. Stay tuned for additional goodies and announcements to come in the next week or two. Above all, get jazzed and let us know you’re coming! Odds are we’ll be putting a few names who RSVP on our VIP list.
About the Venue
Carved and created out of a 99 cent discount store in the middle of Brooklyn, Southpaw opened its doors in June 2002 at 125 5th Avenue in Park Slope, and since then has emerged as one of New York City’s premiere venues. In the past, Southpaw has hosted such acts as: Deer Tick, Sharon Jones + The Dap Kings, Cat Power, TV On The Radio, Roky Erikson, Bill Callahan, Vic Chesnutt, The Black Angels, Joan Jett, Frank Black, Sufjan Stevens, Slick Rick and many others. Find the venue on Yelp!
About the Bands
Even though their songs have a perfect sunny day disposition, there’s a certain underlying obtusity Miniature Tigers, like impressionist pop. Few songs are as catchy as “Bullfighter Jacket”, a perennial pop masterstroke off last year’s CoS Top Star-earning FORTRESS, and the lysergic bubbling “Boomerang” off their forthcoming album Mia Pharaoh hints at a confident move toward more oblong sugar-coated gems. With a focus on harmonies and hooks, these Brooklyn by way of Phoenix boys continue painting with colors from the desert and DUMBO mixing environment and wit into tunes that dig in and don’t let go.
The Stone Foxes
The Stone Foxes are one of the few bands that still hail from The Crossroads. In fact, with their song “I Killed Robert Johnson”, they may have reclaimed those four corners for their own. Their pentatonic riffs are warm, crunchy, old but never stale. If you bet against them at a show, you’ll be lucky to leave with your jean jacket still on your back, the one with the big bald eagle patch on the back of it.
“I Killed Robert Johnson”
What better way to sound like, The Jesus Lizard, The Wipers, or The Pixies than to have written about those bands for years. 2/3rds of Brooklyn’s trash rock trio have worked for various music publications including The New Yorker and Pitchfork, so there’s an inescapable meta quality to Mr. Dream. Do ignore that, because there’s more honest thrills and emotion on their debut LP Trash Hit than in every acerbic and snide turn of phrase they’ve ever put to press. They pray at the altar of Steve Albini and kick their songs into your face with a sardonic smirk, all while finally doing what they writers truly want to do: be in a damn band.
It’s doubtful a better, or at least more violent music video will come out video this year than the one Is Tropical made for “The Greeks”. It’s incredible. And so the London lo-fi dance rock trio, who play with faces veiled and volume swelled, are bringing their simmering hype stateside along with a grip of new material. For a taste of their older material, check out a standout track from 2009 “When O’ When“.
Daniel Pujol’s smart, twangy take on garage punk has been percolating like a jar of sun tea on a back porch in his native Tullahoma, Tennessee. With a Jack White produced vinyl single released on Third Man Records and tours with JEFF the Brotherhood and Turbo Fruits, now is the time to start drinking. The grungy full-speed-ahead swagger of tracks like “Black Rabbit” would refuse to be denied if anyone ever tried. The title of their upcoming Saddle Creek EP, Nasty, Brutish, and Short tells of its gritty power, but belies the mass appeal.
New Jersey via Memphis super-musician Bosco Delrey blurs the line between eccentric production and wacky experimental pop rock the way that Beck can. After emerging seemingly out of nowhere and releasing a couple of singles on Diplo’s Mad Decent imprint, Delrey spent most of this year touring with hitmakers like Sleigh Bells and CSS. Somehow, the dude’s able to shove jangly guitar rock, snappy samples, and thumping beats into a giant bag, and then pull them out as insanely catchy electro-jams.
“Baby’s Got a Blue Flame”
Todd Goldstein spent five years quietly recording under the moniker ARMS while playing in another Brooklyn-based band, Harlem Shakes. His first solo single, “Kids Aflame”, floats on Zach Condon-esque ukulele, shakers, and Goldstein’s sweet vibrato. When Harlem Shakes disbanded, Goldstein diverted his full time and attention to ARMS, recruiting other musicians to create a fully-fledged band. Since then, ARMS has evolved into a more driven, electric cacophony reminiscent of the French Kicks. Though Goldstein’s original ideas and aesthetic come through in the band’s harmonies and bittersweet arrangements, his voice sounds clearer and stronger when backed by his newfound band mates’ diverse instrumentation.
Nerves Junior is one of those bands that sounds exactly like its name; or maybe it’s vice versa. It’s easy to lose your bearings while listening to its dizzyingly skittish, skuzzy grunge. Nerves Junior’s recently released full-length As Bright As Your Night Light garnered this Louisville, KY quartet well-earned notice, making the band stand out in a city best known for the alt-country of My Morning Jacket and Bonnie “Prince” Billy. The title track in particular is a technically adept exercise in contemporary psych-rock, showing off the band’s chops with drowning, layered vocals, tribal drums, and an ominously pulsing synth pad. With a sound this sprawling, Nerves Junior is poised to make it in a big way.