Category: S/T Survived

S/T SURVIVED … Two Hours of Sleep Without Being Stoned Or Wearing Earplugs

Words and Photos by Andrew Parks

Before you get the wrong idea, the above headline isn’t meant to suggest we can’t enjoy a stoner-metal show without the help of a couple bong hits. It’s just that we’re talking about Sleep here—a band known for cannabis-coated album covers and an hour-long song/thoroughly-bootlegged third album called Dopesmoker. Which made us wonder: Would the towering riffs, sucker-punch drums, and guttural basslines of “Dragonaut,” “Holy Mountain,” and Dopesmoker’s intro sound as monumental to a severally sober person?

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S/T SURVIVED … The Sauna/Bloodbath That Was Wolf Eyes’ Secret Project Robot Show

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Words and Photos by Andrew Parks

At least no one got knifed. Other than that, last night’s Wolf Eyes had more than a couple things in common with the NSFW sauna scene from Eastern Promises. Namely the nastiest ‘mosh pit’ we’ve seen since last year’s Converge show and a shirt-soaking room temperature that had to be hovering around 100 degrees. Music wise, the Midwestern masochists started things off a little slower than the last time we saw them—sandwiched between Pig Destroyer and Whitehouse (!) at North Six)—by switching gears from a slow-burning blend of muddy beats and blustery chords to an all-out assault that might as well have been a hardcore show, circa 1982.

We invite you to survey the damage after the jump, including two flashbulb-lit video clips and a stack of center stage photos that include a couple cameos from another noise icon, Dominick Fernow of Prurient and Cold Cave…

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S/T Survived … Two Hours of Watching Animal Collective Stand Still At Their Creepy Guggenheim Performance With Danny Perez

[Photos by Jen Maler]

By Andrew Parks

“Who are these guys?”

“They’re called Animal Collective.”

“They a rock band or something?”

“Kinda.”

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S/T Survived … Smoke Machines, Laser Claws, A Howling Hungarian, and 90 Minutes of Relentless Riffage At Sunn O)))’s Masonic Temple Show

Words and Photos by Andrew Parks

“Marco!”

“Polo!”

And there you have it. It took Sunn O))) 15 minutes, tops, to lose their stranglehold on a crowd of curious masochists, here at Brooklyn’s Masonic Temple to soak up pea-soupy patches of fog and feedback that feels like a fireball to the face. Or at the very least, a bass-heavy full body massage.

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S/T Survived … The Front and Center Position At Pig Destroyer, Where We Dodged Elbows and Dropkicks For Three Hours

Words and Photos by Andrew Parks

You know what grindcore is? Funny. And we mean that in the nicest way possible. An explanation, via Friday night’s Blackened Music bill at Brooklyn’s Masonic Temple…

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S/T Survived … The ‘Red Carpet’ & Raucous Photo Pit At Diesel’s Clusterfuck of a Free Concert, F/ Kanye West, Lykke Li, Passion Pit and More

Cobra Starship get all hot and bothered.

Cobra Starship get all hot and bothered, leave us all cold and bored.

Words and Photos by Sean Edgar

So self-titled really isn’t sure what kind of publicity Diesel is trying to attract with their increasingly ape-shit free shows. Starting off last fall as a full international tour—including a carnival-esque stop at the Brooklyn Waterfront—its first iteration sported a very pregnant M.I.A., Hot Chip, Franz Ferdinand and a host of PR-baiting hyperbole, hell-bent on occupying every single indie blogger for a solid five hours. Last night, Webster Hall witnessed the company’s latest concert, the Diesel:U:Music tour with a lineup that included Passion Pit, Cobra Starship and The Roots. The weird thing about these promotional orgies is that a name brand designer is actually trying to build street cred among the unwashed hipster masses. Either Salvation Army’s going to have to step up its game or Mugatu knew what was what.

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S/T Survived … Rabid Black Lips Fans Collapsing the Pit Barricade, Driving Unprepared Williamsburg Waterfront Security Insane

Words and Photos by Aaron Richter

First things first, Black Lips—known and notorious for their outrageous onstage antics (spitting, peeing, penis waggling and the like)—were pretty much on their best behavior. Maybe a bit docile, removed, sleepy, out of it and, well, not very good at all, musically speaking. But the Atlanta group’s Sunday set at the Williamsburg Waterfront for the JellyNYC Pool Parties still might be one of the finest we’ve seen from the group—and it doesn’t even matter that they were rather shit at doing what they were onstage to do: play their songs adequately well and act like idiots.

Rather, it was the crowd that absolutely stole the show.

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S/T SURVIVED … An Entire Fiery Furnaces Set, Their ‘In the Round’ Performance At Le Poisson Rouge To Be Exact

[Photos/Text by Andrew Parks]

You know, we’ve always loved the idea—a brother/sister combo with an incredible amount of creativity and a consistent fuck-all philosophy—of the Fiery Furnaces. The music? In most cases, not so much.

So what was it about last night that made us suddenly care about their songs as opposed to simply their ideas?

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S/T Survived … Helping Kate Moss’ Boy Toy Clock a Kills Fan—A Fan He Then Tossed Back At Us

[Photos by Aaron Richter]

By Andrew Parks

As much as the entire self-titled staff enjoyed The Kills‘ headlining Music Hall of Williamsburg set last night—ever-present backing track, and all—half of us left at the start of the encore. The idea being a quick escape, before the band’s down & dirty night anthems (“Sour Cherry,” “Getting Down,” “Hook and Line”) drove us to endless rounds of chilled whiskey.

What we didn’t expect was the following slightly disturbing text message from s/t’s associate editor…

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S/T Survived … The Cranked Marshall Stacks and Surgeon General Warnings At Mogwai’s Second Music Hall of Williamsburg Show

Dominic Aitchison of Mogwai bows down before the one he serves.

[Photos/Text by Andrew Parks; slideshow available here]

“Can you turn it up? I’m not deaf yet!”

Funny you should say that, sir, because our ears aren’t ringing yet, either. In fact, we’re able to actually formulate concrete thoughts in the midst of Mogwai’s second night at the Music Hall of Williamsburg. For the moment, at least, as the godfathers of mostly-instrumental madness explore another exercise in peaks and valleys, raw power and restraint.

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