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Royal Headache, The Arrivals, Condominium

Triple Rock Social Club

Minneapolis, MN

June 9, 2012

It was with some intrigue and, admittedly, mostly trepidation that I made my way to the Triple Rock last night to see Sydney, Australia’s Royal Headache. Originally my curiosity had been piqued because Extreme Noise, the beloved local volunteer-run punk rock record store, was sponsoring the event. Rarely do they attach their name to something that isn’t completely worthwhile. Yet, my apprehension levels had skyrocketed right about the time I read Royal Headache’s press release, which stated “They craft tight, irresistible, R&B-inflected punk songs, and hone a universal message of redemption through passion.” Now I understand a thing or two about drumming up interest in a band, especially when paid to do so, so I was not scared off so much by the “universal message of redemption through passion” part. That’s just one of those puzzling strings of words that press release writers craft in hopes that it will give their product some attention. No, what made me cringe was the “R&B-inflected punk songs” part. Other than hip-hop or the increasingly rare musical side of Justin Timberlake, I don’t really get into “R&B-inflected” anything, let alone punk. In the early ‘00s when everyone was in front of the stage shaking their hips to the Bellrays or the Dirtbombs, I was at the bar irritably ordering more drinks, wondering how I got duped into believing this was punk. So, despite the chances being high that Royal Headache would be something I ultimately wasn’t going to enjoy, I begrudgingly drug myself off the couch and out the door to see what all the hubbub was about anyway. Besides, Condominium was one of the opening acts, and passing up an opportunity to see them would be foolish.

Condominium were as compelling as ever. If I had to guess, this was probably the first time many of the people present had seen them, as they were clearly the odd band out on the bill. Their brand of noisy, arty hardcore is best served in smaller rooms, but that didn’t stop them from winning over the sparsely populated crowd at the Triple Rock. Condominim has that It Factor, and they proved it again last night, just like they do every time out.

The Arrivals were next. Complete with the prerequisite beer bellies and beards, they played the type of music that, to the best of my knowledge, thrives amongst the pages of Raczorcake Magazine and annual festivals in Gainesville, FL. Unfortunately, at this point It doesn't come across as the loveable Midwestern pop-punk that it once was—now it’s more like schmaltzy classic rock. Not that all classic rock is bad (see: the Dazed and Confused soundtrack and its companion piece Even More Dazed and Confused) but this type was—it was just completely uninspired and tiresome. And made even more agonizing when they allowed the hopelessly unlikeable Jesse Thorson on stage during “Simple Pleasures In America.” Punk rock for bros, bro.

By the time Royal Headache took the stage they were well received by the small but enthusiastic audience. It was clear that the majority of the folks in attendance were familiar with the band’s record, as they were all singing along from start to end. I don’t know why, but I was slightly taken back at first by just how much everyone was into it. Bodies were gyrating at a feverous pace, believe me. I guess I was expecting there would be more people like me, which had not ever heard a lick of the band, but were there strictly on the basis that Extreme Noise put their stamp of approval on it. There were some—most notably Drew Ailes, singer of local hardcore standouts Brain Tumors—that looked a little bewildered by what they had stumbled upon, but for the most part, everyone seemed to be unabashedly enjoying themselves. It’s not hard to tell that Royal Headache comes from a punk background, as the band physically strikes a familiar hardcore pose—guitarist Law and bassist Joe, standing legs spread, heads bobbing; drummer Shorty pounding the skins on a smallish kit with intensity; Shogun the singer, stalking vehemently back and forth across the stage, holding the microphone close with both hands, and leaning out over the audience. If you saw these guys without sound, you’d think they were like Bear Trap or Manipulation or something. But, that’s the strange thing right there. Despite the ferocious energy put forth in appearance, the sound emanating from the stage was on a totally different level. It was sugary and sweet and clean and…well, it was pop music. There were certainly elements of soul, R&B, mod, and even ‘70s style punk, but by and large it was straight-up pop music. And they were playing it under a giant Extreme Noise banner behind that stage that said “PUNK ROCK.” Neither the band nor anyone boogying their asses off in the crowd seemed to be at all embarrassed by this and it was completely baffling to me. And in retrospect, that was actually pretty goddamn cool.

Royal Headache: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Royal-Headache/136799649689670

The Arrivals: http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Arrivals-Chicago/163820463656711?v=app_2405167945

Condominium: http://condominium-hellotomorrow.blogspot.com/

Extreme Noise Records: http://www.extremenoise.com/

Triple Rock Social Club: http://www.triplerocksocialclub.com/

Hot Water Music just released their new album, Exister, and recently spent a couple nights in So-Cal to warm up the new songs before they head out to Europe this . Scene Point Blank caught their show in Pomona with Touche Amore where they demonstrated that they have no intentions of slowing down.

I walked into The Glasshouse just in time to catch So-Cal natives, Joyce Manor. One thing's for sure, no matter where they play--basements, living rooms, or venues--they get the crowd going. Next up were Touche Amore. They ripped through their set with immense intensity. Having so many fans there only fueled the flames. The band debuted a new song to the So-Cal crowd while even throwing in stuff from their La Dispute split. It was a warm welcome and it was clear they had a foot in attracting a younger audience that likely have never heard a Hot Water Music album before. This reviewer can only hope those Touche Amore fans stuck around to appreciate the power of Hot Water Music.

Hot Water Music  stepped out and opened up with their ten year old, "Remedy." The passion was still there. If there's one thing Hot Water Music have going for their live show, it's that they have a grizzly bear rocking his heart out on stage. Chuck Ragan still stomps around the stage like an excited kid who just unwrapped a Tickle-Me-Elmo on Christmas morning. Ragan retained control as they went into their new album opener, "Mainline." As much as I like the studio recording, seeing it live was a whole new ball game--adding a whole new level of force to the track.

The band jumped back and forth between older tracks from A Flight and a Crash and newer songs like "State of Grace" and the rhythmic title-track, "Exister." It's always a joy when Jason Black gets his moments to take the reins. "Exister" was another new song that translated really well live. The older crowd that had taken over the dance floor were ecstatic when they jumped back to No Division's classic, "Rooftops."

One of my only gripes about their performance was they only played one track from The New What Next--"Giver." As they reached the end of their set they broke out fan favorites, "Wayfarer" and "Turnstile." It was clear the crowd had been hoping and waiting for the moment to yell out, "I must always remember: there's no point to surrender," and they did not take it for granted.

Fans wait for Hot Water Music to come back out and satisfy their thirst for more. Their arrive back on stage and begin playing the anthemic, "It's Hard to Know," to remind everyone to "live your heart and never follow," before ending the night with Forever and Counting's. "Manual."

Hot Water Music can still give a better performance than many of the younger punk bands going today. If you haven't had a chance to see their show, I urge you to. The dueling dynamic of Ragan and Wollard is enough to shake the walls, while Jason Black and Rebelo's rhythmic chemistry is something you won't find anywhere else.

There are a few cultural constants we all come to understand depending on where we come from, and growing up in Vermont is no exception. Amongst other things, many develop an unnatural appreciation for not having to smell cow shit. More common, however, is the universal love for Ben and Jerry's ice cream, a company with a classic story of two men with a common drive coming together and making a shitton of money. Equally universal to Vermont culture is the shared love of every single one of the major band that have come out of the state. By this, of course, I refer to the absolute above-all without-a-doubt second best jam band in the world, Phish. And when these two forces come together, their combined power can draw in nearly every person in Vermont.

All fifteen of them.

It turns out there is a world record for the largest cowbell ensemble. The Guiness Book of World Records currently lists this number as 640, which, despite all evidence otherwise, is apparently less than the population of Vermont. After what was surely the world's oddest conversation, Ben and Jerry's and Phish drummer Jon Fishman came together on 14 April and decided that, together, they could rally enough people to break this world record. Also something about raising money for flood relief. Whatever. That didn't matter. What did matter was that there was a mass gathering that involved a large part of my natural culture, and I had to be a part of it.

Knowing full well the risks, I set off to join my fellow percussive bretheren in an afternoon of song, camraderie, and inevitable ear drum damage. When I arrived, Ben and Jerry's were issuing cowbells to everyone who had previously signed up to be in attendance--and by some counts, that was upwards of 1,300 people, more than enough to secure a record-breaking performance. I got in line to receive my cowbell along with the rest of the folks who had compulsive punctuality issues. Unfortunately, we ran into a big problem.

Thankfully, I had come prepared with my own, sufficient percussive device. Others, however, had not been so lucky. They were stuck with a collection of second-rate instruments. But I could tell they were rallying together to get past this setback: they weren't going to let insufficient hardware get in the way of having a rocking, cowbelling time, no matter what. Empowered by their persistance, I stuck around, mingled with the folk, and enjoyed the beautiful Vermont afternoon while the stage was being set up. And slowly but surely, the stage came to erection, the band sauntered on, and in an instant, a cacophonous din of cowbells were raised skyward, of which no two managed to ring at the same time.

Not pictured: the dense, pot-fueled haze that had settled over the crowd.

The ramshackle band, led by Fishman on the cowbell, burst into a riotous set of cowbell-intesive tunes, eliciting many a clang of appreciation. The band started out with a cover of The Chambers Brothers' classic "Time Has Come Today", an incredibly popular and well known tune for everyone born half a century ago. The performance was preceeded by a warning from Fishman that the song "slowed down" in the middle, and he urged the crowd to follow him at this point while he banged the cowbell slowly. They responded with a generous, frantic ringing of their cowbells in something resembling assent and happily banged their cowbells along with Fishman, who nobly struggled to keep the tempo from being overrun by zealous cowbellers with all of the precision of a middle school percussion section. When the song reached its infamous and labourious decrescendo, the crowd had a difficult time keeping pace with Fishman, who kept pushing the tempo slower and slower; the strain could be heard in the crowd's reluctance to slow down, as strikes became less precise and more akin to general clusters of noise.

The band followed up that crowd-pleasing number with their tribute to Will Farrell and Christopher Walken, both of whom (for some reason) had declined to be in attendence that day. The song, a rendition of Blue Öyster Cult's classic "(Don't Fear) The Reaper", definitely got the crowd enthusiastic. In fact, if the crowd had been any more enthusiastic, the band would've had to give up for sheer inability to play that fast. Fishman also couldn't help but get into character a little bit for this song.

Much to the regret of everyone involved.

Having run out of songs that actually had cowbell in them, the band rounded off their performance with a couple of songs that had cowbell forcefully inserted into them. They ended the main set with Bachman Turner Overdrive's "Takin' Care of Business" , a hard-rocking common time jam that no single person seemed to be able to hit the correct beats on. Finally, a version of the ever-popular tune "Hang on Sloopy" by The McCoys followed for an encore, pleasing absolutely everyone who still cared about popular music from 1965. Cowbells clamoured and rang in a sonorous display of gratitude as the band ended, leaving the crowd to linger and bang their cowbells for several hours afterwards, as noted by everyone in the city who was trying to sleep later that evening.

All things considered, it was a pretty wonderful event. Something like 1,600 people showed up to play in total, smashing the previous world record, and more importantly, the day's events gave testament to the combined power of Ben and Jerry's and Fishman preying on Vermonters' sense of shared culture.

Oh yeah, and a lot money was raised for Hurricane Irene relief in Vermont, which had suffered massive flooding and hundreds of millions of dollars in damage statewide from the storm in late 2011. Phish's Waterwheel Foundation, which had organized the event, actually has raised several million dollars itself to contribute. So, there's that, too. Sometimes I do like living in a small state where we do have a very definite sense of community. It's the only way something like this could've possibly worked out.

The only thing that could make this feel more like Vermont would be maple syrup in the mosh pit.

Once again, fun. are on the road and Scene Point Blank was there to catch another great show. The band's playing the clubs in support of their sophomore record, Some Nights. If you ask me, this band's well ready for the auditoriums. Each performance I see is bigger and better than the last, and they're reaching a wider audience than just the usual "scene" crowd.

The lights dropped and fun. began to walk out to the beat of "One Foot" off their new album. It was not the kind of song I would have expected to open a show. Especially when the album features and intro. However, it translated well and really got the crowd going. Next, the band went into Aim & Ignite's last single, "Walking the Dog." The night was off to a great start. The band continues on to slower track, "All Alone" and the head-bobbing "Why Am I the One?" before jumping into "All The Pretty Girls" and pulse-racing, "It Gets Better."

In between tracks, the band would jump into their usual hilarious banter. Stories from Jack Antonoff about Nate Ruess' unconventional family get togethers or how pianist, Andrew Dost, was usually the one to segue into a song with his own jokes was enough to bring about laughter from the crowd. With their backing band behind stage, the 3 continue the tradition of playing the intimate track, "The Gambler" on their own. Unexpectedly, the trio hold the stage on their own with an acoustic version of "Be Calm." Being a fan of "acoustic" music and this being my favorite fun. track, I was thrilled and captivated.

The rest of the band walks back out and Nate addresses the crowd to repeat after him as he goes into the opening melody of "At Least I'm Not as Sad." While the crowd was loud, it didn't compare to when they played their hit single, "We Are Young." With the lights bright, I gaxe across the audience and I can see just how big this band has gotten, and they deserve it. They close out their set with "Some Nights," my personal favorite off the new album. Ruess still opted to use the auto-tune live in the bridge which still makes me cringe, but I have no trouble getting over it.

Fun. walk off the stage and the crowd takes no time in calling them back. They answer back with the slow, choral, track, "All Alright." They close the night with Aim & Ignite's closer, "Take Your Time." The crowd gives their last breaths as loud as they can before it's over and dance until they're about to fall to the floor. The show ends and fun. say good night and the audience floods out of the room.

I had the pleasure of attending the 5th annual Musink Fest in Costa Mesa, CA--a festival blending live music and an appreciation for tattoo art--hosted by LA Ink star, Kat Von D. It would be my first time attending the So-Cal fest, and I was excited for the experience. They get two thumbs up from me on parking alone--charging a mere 5 bucks. I entered the gate with just enough time to gather in the sights before Gainesville's,  Against Me!, took the stage. Most of the festivities took place between two buildings. One with an abundance of tattoo booths and the other for the performance. Between the two buildings you could watch skaters flipping tricks on a small skatepark setup.

One thing that always gets on my good side, is when everything follows a strict schedule. Against Me! were to take the stage at 7:30, and they walked out right on time. The band opened with their latest title track, "White Crosses." While the crowd was excited--it wasn't until they jumped into classics like "Pints of Guinness Make You Strong" and "Cliche Guevara" that the room lost it. The crowd's voices carried to the front of the room while the crowd's hands carried people (in one instance, a person with a skateboard). Due to the strict schedule, the band did away with banter and breaks--never taking a moment for themselves to even take a swig of a cool beverage. At times you could catch someone pouring water down Weinberg's mouth in the middle of playing. They managed to sneak in some newer tracks from the sixth studio album they've just begun recording. They closed the set with--in my opinion, one of the best show closers any band has to offer--"We Laugh At Danger (And Break All the Rules)." Just when you think the audience is tired out, you find yourself having trouble trying to keep your balance. It was a great set both the fans and the band enjoyed--judging from the smiles they were giving off.

While the fest's closer, Alkaine Trio, were setting up, I was able to walk around the show room. A nice highlight that sets this festival apart from others. In the adjacent building, it's a whole nother atmosphere. One filled with focused artists at work. It's a pretty awesome being around so many talented artists from all over the world. Some of the tattoo booths have different things to offer. Some had artwork for sale while others had tools or clothing. The rest were there to do what they do best.

The clock was ticking and after cooling off, I was ready to heat up again with Alkaline Trio. The band had been touring through California playing all of their sophomore album, Maybe I'll Catch Fire. Unfortunately, that wouldn't be the case tonight. The band opened with "Cringe" from their debut album, Goddammit. They didn't completely ignore the album though, they dedicated "She Took Him to the Lake" to Dear & Departed's, Dan Smith, while "Madam Me" went out to Social Distorion--who pushed the band into playing the festival in the first place. They also filled the set with track's from 2003's, Good Mourning, like "Continental," "Emma." and "This Could Be Love" before walking off the stage. They came back to close the night out with oldies, "Bleeder" and "97."

I don't particularly like festivals, but this one was a completely different experience. It's definitely a show I'd like to attend again. Fortunately, weather isn't much of an issue as it's primarily indoors, and it's not really crowded. Food and drink prices are still high but no more than you'll find at any other festival. Lastly, they consistently get good bands to play. I had a good time and I hope to have another.