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The Postal Service are making their rounds again in support in the Deluxe Edition re-release of their 2003 album, Give Up. Scene Point Blank had a chance to check'em out at night 2 of their 2-night stint in L.A. at the Greek Theater with Divine Fits. Check out the gallery below!

Dave Hause @ Cabooze Plaza

Social Distortion, Cheap Time, Dave Hause
Cabooze Plaza
Minneapolis, MN
July 2, 2013

Dave Hause is a busy guy. I swear I get an email a week here at SPB about either a new tour or a new record. Heck, we just reviewed one of his 7” series last week, C’mon Kid on Sabot. Despite all that, I just knew him as the ex-Loved Ones singer.

Well, he lived up to that quickly, jumping into a Loved Ones song second in his set (and another later on). However, he proved he isn’t just a singer without a band, coasting by on his good looks and his old songs. The rest of the set was all solo material, just Hause and guitar, adding occasional percussion by banging his guitarback or through coaxing the audience into clapping along.

It was a hot night in Minneapolis, and the stage faced a bright sunset in the parking lot outside of a mid-size venue. In other words, while the audience had an excuse to be drinking beer under the tents, Hause had to work the crowd. In addition, he was act one of three, and as the aging Social Distortion fans trickled in, most were either just off work and at the bar, or just not interested. While there’s always that extra intimacy with a solo performer, Hause played it well, interacting with the crowd, namedropping a bazillion local music-related institutions from the Triple Rock to the Replacements, showing an air for showmanship. Even those who didn’t like this music should have at least left the night feeling respect for his performance.

As for the performance itself, it was the last night of a tour but he didn’t show any wear, instead being grateful for the crowd that came early and taking the direct sun without effect. It’s mostly folk singer-songwriter-styled stuff, well explained by his role on the 2013 Revival Tour a few months back. There’s a clear punk rock undertone, included not only in audience wardrobe but also through the song structures that focus on a direct simplicity and a penchant for a good anthem. Besides, he’s a well-traveled, 30-something-plus punk, and he threw some nice jibes for punk insiders too. “It’s nice to be in this parking lot, not the other one…the one with the bangs,” he noted early on, clearly a shot at the Warped Tour (often hosted at the Metrodome parking lot up the street). He alternates between electric and acoustic, but the set was probably 80% acoustic—and those songs were the better. The Loved Ones songs, while a nice touch and a throwback down memory lane, are better suited for a full band as the guitar parts were a bit repetitive. Capping it at two songs was a smart move: ties to the past, but looking forward.

Without a full knowledge of his catalog, the highlight probably being the Joe Strummer tribute, starting with a “Coma Girl” cover and morphing into an original/medley hybrid halfway in. The Strummer influence shows throughout his material, and it pulled the tone of celebration, working class, and direct and honest communication to the forefront for a big closer in which he utilized his setting, throwing out local references and working the Social Distortion crowd to his favor.

Up next came Cheap Time from Nashville. A band I’ve heard, but regrettably can’t keep straight from Cheap Girls—whom I first heard at the same time. I won’t be making that mistake again, with the three-piece imagery burned into my memory as the band played a fierce, no frills set while squinting into the crowd. It’s direct, dirty rock. The kind that’s sleazy without the entrendre, instead letting the musical tone and swagger make its impression while they just rock the fuck out. If I’d picked up a record from any of the bands, they’d have been the one.

Social Distortion headlined to close the night and the tour. It’s always a different experience seeing such a big band when I’m used to venues of 100-300 people, but they’re pros for a reason. The setlist was heavy on the classics and the group didn’t miss a note, including in Mike Ness’ delivery which, frankly, I’d expected to be raspier and more off-key, perhaps akin to catching Rancid live. Instead it was mostly straight-up performance with little talk. They acknowledged the crowd and city a few times, but kept the focus on banging out the hits. No surprises, but no letdowns either; it delivered exactly as expected.

Well here we are into the first part of May, and I'm wondering where the fuck March and April went.  I apologize for dropping the F bomb on you in the very first sentence—though I suspect if you've decided to read a column about hip-hop that you’re at least somewhat into rap, and thus are quite familiar with offensive language, of which, the F word is perhaps the least insulting—so let’s just plow forward here and pretend that everything I just wrote wasn’t a poorly disguised attempt to get my word count up.  Truth is I’ve been busy with a couple things not (directly) related to rap that have resulted in my two-month absence from this column.  I recently went deep down a neo-grunge/nu-grunge/grunge revival/grunge punk/grunge anything Spotify rabbit hole that strong-armed its way into the corner of my listening space that’s normally dedicated to rap mixtapes.  But the biggest deterrent to me getting this done comes as the result of my very real and very serious basketball addiction – a deep-rooted fanaticism that every year during these same months takes precedence over even the most important things in my life.  When it comes to watching Tyus Jones play in the Minnesota State Boy’s Basketball tournament, or seeing Chris Webber reunite with his Fab 5 teammates at the Michigan vs. Louisville NCAA Championship game, I will do stupid things like miss family member’s birthdays or forget to feed the cat for days on end.  And now that were already into the second round of the NBA playoffs, where there’s a game on every night for the foreseeable future, I very well could damage my health by forgetting to sleep or eat properly, let alone remember trivial things like how there’s too many rappers.

In the (Sort Of) New Mixtapes department…

Quelle Chris – 2 Dirt 4 TV episode 2: Niggas is Men

This one is tricky as far as classification goes.  It was originally unleashed as a free download back in March, but has since been released in physical form with a price tag attached to it.  For the purpose of this column, I’m calling it a mixtape since I got it back when it was a free and that it’s advertised as a prelude to Quelle’s “proper debut” on Mello Music Group.  Niggas Is Men is the second episode of the Quelle Chris’ 2 Dirt 4 TV series.  The production is handled by Stifu, Messiah Musik, and of course, Quelle himself.   The majority of the songs feature verses from Cavalier, so even at 14 songs long, Quelle’s oddball delivery doesn’t wear-on as much as it did on his debut full-length, Shotgun & Sleek Rifle.  “Natural Flavors” has the captivating buzzed-out bass beat that invokes the same feeling of intrigue I got when I first heard The S.O.N. EP.  Tracks like “Greene Eyes”, “Good Days” and “Long Tokes” are the type of head-nodders that rely heavily on raw sample loops.  As long as Quelle Chris keeps making music, you can count on me to cover it.

Skip Rage – Rowdy Babe$ & Cold Beer

I swear, sometimes I don’t know why I even bother with some of this rap shit.  I mean I am clearly not the target market for any of this, yet I feel some weird obligation to give all of it a try.  Skip Rage is from the new school of New Yorkers that do rap music in a way that is anything but stereotypical New York rap – you know, “the new New York” or whatever.  Rowdy Babe$ & Cold Beers, as you may have guessed by looking at the name and cover art, is on some straight spring break shit.  It’s void of any lyrical substance, it has dubstep beats, it has chopped & screwed hooks, and its’ ripe with virtually every current rap cliché possible – poppin’ Molly, smokin’ weed, sippin’ syrup, replacing vowels in words with Vs or Xs, gettin’ dat pussy, getting’ dat money, etc.  Take for example the hook from “Blvck Bandana”, a track which features a verse from Ninjasonik’s Telli and production by SpaceGhostPurrp: “Ratchet-ass bitches – they can eat a dick/A trill-ass bitch is who I’m fuckin’ with.”  Skip Rage is exactly the reason parents and politicians hate rap music.  He’s also kind of why I love it.  But please don’t tell that to my mother, girlfriend, employer, or anyone who might have an ounce of respect for me.

Termanology – Hood Politics 7

In what is already the seventh edition of Termanology’s Hood Politics series of tapes, the Boston emcee continues to prove his worth – maintaining a mutual respect amongst his contemporaries, as well as positioning himself, should he be given the chance, to take a run at the mainstream.   The tape's early bid for best track finds Term teaming up with longtime 1982 partner beastsmith Statik Selektah for “I Fuck Fans.”  Statik lends the track some extra mileage with his flawless record scratching.  Raekwon, Method Man, Cappadonna and others join Term on the posse cut “Men of Respect.” The song is held together nicely with some hard-hitting boom-bap courtesy of Mathematics. Midway through tape, once again with Statik behind the boards and on the cuts, “Something Special” shows Term flexing hard-edged street rhymes redolent of past releases like Fizzyology.  I’m not much for the softer R&B or dance-y infections that show up throughout the tape, but that’s likely the route that will take Termanology to the next level, should it happen.  At 20 tracks long there is definitely some filler here, but it’s worth the download just for the 10 or so bangers.

Western Tink & Beautiful Lou – Mobbin’ No Sobbin’

My initial reaction is to call this blogger-approved rap, which, yes, I do realize is ironic considering I’m talking about it on a blog.  I’m just saying that much in the same way that Fucked Up or Iceage are punk bands applauded largely by not-very-punk indie rock websites and their readership, Mobbin’ No Sobbin’ strikes me as the type of rap that would get favorable attention from outlets where the people writing about it don’t normally like rap music that isn’t, for lack of a better term, weird.  To further my point, Beautiful Lou’s most popular beats to date are the ones he has done for Lil B and Kitty Pride & Riff Raff.  After a lackluster start the tape begins warming up with “Gity Up.”  Western Tink goes hard over Lou’s fuzzy, screwed trap beat: “Fuck the laws, fuck the rules, fuck your family, and you’re dead homies too.”  One of the best songs comes mid-tape with “Bounce Back,” an infectious stripper pole-ready jump track that commands neck snapping from the listener.  The song accurately encompasses the tape as a whole – it’s bass-heavy Texas rap where everything is at a favorable level of loudness that borders on distortion.  Mobbin’ No Sobbin’ is a solid tape front to back and totally worth the download.

Various Artists – New York Renaissance

Whether or not you believe that New York was in need of a rap “renaissance” probably depends on your history of seeking out and actually listening to rap music, what region of the country you prefer your rap music to come from, and/or if you only hear what’s on the radio or MTV Jams and BET.  Personally, as someone who never quit listening to rap—especially boom-bap—I don’t think New York (or East Coast for that matter) rap ever went away.  That being said, I’m thoroughly excited about New York’s current crop of underground up ‘n’ comers, even If I’m hesitant to treat them as some sort of hip-hop messiahs.  New York Renaissance is compilation of said newbies, curated by NYC radio station Hot 97’s Peter Rosenberg.  If you’re already hip to Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$, Smoke DZA, Troy Ave, Flatbush Zombies, Harry Fraud, A$AP Rocky, Oddisee or Homeboy Sandman then you’ll probably dig it.  If you’ve never heard of these names or listened to any of their material, then you should at least see what all the hype is about.  I’m kind of wondering where Mr. MFN eXquire is on this thing, but other than that I don’t have many complaints.  I like Smoke DZA & The Kid Daytona’s song simply because it’s called “Arn & Tully,” which is a reference to one of the greatest tag-teams in the history of professional wrestling.  And the live radio freestyles will appeal to fans of hip-hop radio shows.

Minneapolis, MN, 4/20/13

Despite being fairly worn out from the previous evening—one which had me visiting three different venues, seeing six different bands, and imbibing at least twice as many beverages—I managed to pull myself together enough to get out and partake in one of my favorite days of the year: Record Store Day

By the time I arrived at Extreme Noise, the place was busting at the seams with people; spikes, studs, patches, and an abundance of black clothing in tow.  You couldn’t swing a dead cat (or a white guy’s dreadlock) without hitting someone who plays in a local punk band.  Extreme Noise is a volunteer-run co-op record store that deals primarily in the vast subgenres of punk and hardcore, with a stitch of metal thrown in—usually something in the realms of black, death, or thrash.  That being said, there was a used copy of Justin Timberlake’s The 20/20 Experience in the CD bin.  I don’t know what’s weirder; that Extreme Noise had it, or that some idiot got rid of theirs.   Anyway, it’s not unusual to find records priced at say, $9.37 or $13.57 or a similarly odd yet cheap price.  Although I’ve known several people that have volunteered there over the years, I’ve never asked the question, but if I had to guess I would say it’s based on some mathematical equation that’s devised to not charge the customer any more than the distro price plus whatever it takes to operate the place. 

As they have for the past few years, they had a hot dog roller from which they were serving up piping-hot veggie dogs.  For the second year in a row I narrowly escaped the double-dog, despite the playful nudging of the two guys handing them out.  One of which, I recognized as the bass player from Kontrasekt.  Instead I had a Roundy’s cola, which is something, I can say with 99% certainty that I will never do again.  I love a good cheap cola, but it appears Roundy’s only falls into the latter half of that category.  I’m not sure how many bands were supposed to play, but I ended up missing all of them, save an earful of Scaphe every so often whenever someone would open the door to the backroom where they were playing.  Midway through my mission of browsing every single record in the store, I stopped to have a great basketball conversation with one of the volunteers.  Punks who love basketball are some of my favorite people.  After an hour or so, I left with a grip of new vinyl and zines under my arm.  My only regrets are missing the bands, and not adding the discography LP of ‘80s Italian hardcore band Stinky Rats and the Rival Mob’s Mob Justice to the pile.  Save something for next time I suppose. 

My next stop was Fifth Element, the all hip-hop store owned and operated by local-gone-national-gone-global juggernaut, Rhymesayers Entertainment.  Parked in front of the store for the day, the World Street Kitchen food truck was selling tasty treats like tofu burritos and shrimp tacos.  I stupidly abstained from any of their delicious-looking items, citing caloric restrictions as my lame-ass reason.  This is something anyone who takes one look at me would know is total bullshit, but it makes me feel better about myself to pretend.  As with years past, inside the store was a zoo of kids, draped in designer tees, New Era caps and colorful sneakers.  I considered snagging the Nametag & Nameless joint Namesake or re-upping a copy of the Micronauts’ classic ’00 album Obelisk Movements to CD but was deterred by incredibly long lines at the register.  After milling about, I decided to bounce, but not before catching a DJ set by Noam The Drummer, who spun all selections from the store’s used bin.

My third and final stop of the day was Hymies Vintage Records.  Hymies, a mom and pop store in the truest sense of the term, is one of the Twin Cities premiere destinations for vinyl novices and collectors alike.  They have a ginormous selection of music, in wide variety genres, and the product turnover is pretty frequent.  It’s the kind of place that will have you asking where the hand sanitizer is on the way out the door.  Needless to say, they go all out for Record Store Day.  They had two stages alternating live music all day—one inside in the back of the store, and another outside.  On the side street next to the store they constructed a mini block party so to speak.  In addition to the stage, there were various artists’ booths and a beer tent sponsored by nearby pub, Merlin’s Rest.  It was the kind of happening where you can get posters, pottery and Pabst Blue Ribbon. (The three Ps?)  There were several boxes of cheap 45s and 10 cent LPs, but I steered myself as far away as possible, therefore making it easy to resist the urge that would no doubt have me picking up a bunch ancient big band records and musty Christmas albums that would never get spun.  I considered dropping a couple bucks on cassettes of Keel’s The Right to Rock and Dokken’s Breaking the Chains but truth is I probably already have those leftover remnants of adolescence rotting in a storage bin in the garage.  Instead I opted to spend my remaining cash on tallboys in the beer tent, where I ran into and subsequently enjoyed ridiculous laughter-filled conversation with several friends.   To hell with calorie counting! 

Poster artist DWITT said it was the largest Hymie’s RSD event he’s ever seen.  Even though it was pretty chilly, it was the nicest weather we’ve had in a long time, which probably contributed to the large crowd.  The local music community was out in full force.  Despite the numerous bands that played, I spotted Toki Wright flipping through records alongside members of Pink Mink, while dudes from the Doomtree stable chatted with local street artists.  I caught sets by an unnamed singer songwriter, rap group Big Quarters, and indie soul act Southside Desire.  In between acts, DJ Truckstash (who by day is the area’s most well-known PBR rep) spun records by The Animals and the Fat Boys, in addition to a bunch of rockin' country tunes from his eclectic mix of 45s.

Loot List:

Shaved Women – Self-Titled LP (Rotted Tooth, 2011)

Milk Music – Cruise Your Illusion LP (Fat Possum, 2013)

So Much Hate – How We Feel LP (Norwegian Leather, 2007 [reissue from ‘87])

No Power – No Peace LP (Sorry State, 2013)

Boston Strangler – Primitive (Fun With Smack, 2012)

Cokskar – Reptitive Stress 7” (Self-Released, 2013)

Raw Meat – Self-Titled 7” (Vinyl Rites, 2013)

Wild Child – Self-Titled 7” (Deranged, 2013)

Aseptic zine – Issue #2

More Noise zine – Issue #6

More Noize zine – Issue #9

Maximum RockNRoll zine – Issue #360, May 2013

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The Men

7th St Entry

Minneapolis, MN

June 12, 2013

On just the third night of their North American tour, Brooklyn-based band The Men landed in Minneapolis for a packed-in show at the world famous 7th St Entry.  Despite being an 18+ event, the 30 to 40-something crowd was out in full force; a welcomed contingent that’s become increasingly more prevalent at shows around the Twin Cities in the last 10 years or so.  In the moments before the The Men were to play, you could feel an anticipatory energy make its way around the venue.  The smallish room, which was already nearing capacity, seemed to become even stuffier as empty glasses began piling up on any available flat space and drained tallboys dropped to floor at an alarming, yet smile-inducing rate.  

Without so much as a polite nod, The Men took to the stage and went right into a newer, as of yet unrecorded song, “Dark Waltz.”  The crowd wasted no time getting into the act, as bobbing heads and gyrating bodies took over the floor area in front of the stage.  The band moved quickly into an especially raucous version of “The Brass.”  It was one of what would be a large number of songs from their new album, New Moon. 

Despite the tight confines of the Entry stage, the five-piece found plenty of room to thrash about, which seemed even more impressive considering the presence of a Fender Rhodes piano.  It appeared as though Ben Greenberg has joined Nick Chiericozzin on guitar duties for this tour, while Kevin Falkner picked up the bass, and Marc Perro’s concentration is primarily the keys, save an acoustic guitar or harmonica moment here ‘n’ there.  (The Men rotate instruments at a rate that makes it particularly difficult to follow along, so forgive me if I reported some of this in error.)

At the end of “Without a Face”, Chiericozzi took a pull off of a bottle of Jose’ Cuervo tequila and comically stated, “It’s the third night of tour, which means my guitar is finally staying in tune.”  He then paused, as if to contemplate his next thought before continuing, “We ran out of weed this morning…and I smell weed like, right here…so, like….I will be here, ya know…hint, hint.”  They then slide gently into the smooth tones of “The Seeds.”

The room really started to heat up by the time the band hit the middle of their set, which included “Candy” from last year’s breakout album Open Your Heart, and rollicking versions of “I Saw Her Face”, “Electric” and “Freaky.”  Chiericozzi and Greenberg traded soaring guitar solos in impressive fashion, as Faulkner and drummer Rich Sammis keep things moving along at punk rock clips.  When the band concluded their set with “Open Your Heart”, faces were sweaty, clothing had been removed, and half-drank beers had been flung; leaving the floor a slippery mess, the likes of which were complicated for the buzzed-up masses to navigate.

At the request of the boisterous audience, The Men returned to the stage once again for an encore. Striking dangerously close, but never veering off completely into jam band territory, they played a lengthy medley comprised of “Supermoon” from New Moon and “Night Landing” from 2011’s Leave Home.

Setlist:

Dark Waltz

The Brass

Without a Face

The Seeds

Bird Song

New Song

Candy

I Saw Her Face

Electric

Freaky

Another Night

Open Your Heart

encore

Supermoon/Night Landing

Overheards:

“The Men are like a punk band that decided to be the Allman Brothers…in a good way…if that’s possible.”

“The Men are like a punk band that wanted to put out a Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young record on SST.”

“I can’t see the drummer, but I know he’s not wearing a shirt.”

Personal disclosure: I am not confident that the setlist is 100% correct, as I’m not 100% familiar with The Men.  On top of that, my notes, which were written in complete darkness, became nearly unreadable once someone spilled beer all over them.  That someone may or may have not been me.

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