I'm mystified by the Coathangers. Not because I don't like them, but because they seemed to come out of nowhere this winter and were suddenly, like, everywhere, playing at all the nightclubs and being seen with all the "cool" Atlanta bands.
Perhaps that's why the four ladies draw polarized reactions. I've heard people call the Coathangers a great band, and heard others dismiss it as a bunch of scenester savants. I find this last criticism ironic because the Atlanta underground rock scene is mostly a man's club filled with twentysomething musicians who pride themselves on being idiot savants. Now you have four women doing the same thing, so what's the difference?
When I hear about a band that gets as popular as the Coathangers, I usually run in the other direction. I know this is antithetical to my job as a journalist, but I can't stand hype. And that isn't a dis: I haven't heard nor seen the Coathangers before, so I can't give an opinion. Maybe the Coathangers are worth all the attention.
Anyway, the real reason for this post is to announce the Coathangers are dropping a self-titled album on Rob's House Records Sept. 1. The group is celebrating the occasion with a Sept. 4 CD-release party at Star Bar. Who knows ... maybe you'll even see me in the crowd, singing along to "Nestle in My Boobies." The track listing, which you'll find below, comes courtesy of Fanatic Promotion publicist (and former Atlanta nightlife promoter) Kasey Price.
Finally, if you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, read Ellis Jones' April 4 profile of the Coathangers here.
David Railey is probably somewhere right now throwing up corndogs with a gooey smile on his face while basking in the fact that his event was a hit despite the raised eyebrows from all the naysayers. For those who stayed away, we've got a few photos for you to check out. Kudos to photographer Mike White for providing the pics. We love ya, babe.
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Forget the Black Lips and Deerhunter. Rump Posse is the true gem of the Atlanta music scene. Who else looks and sounds like a cross between an â80s workout tape and a Van Halen video? Thatâs why the Drunken Unicorn was packed with eager Rump fans, when the band got together to play their first show in more than a year.
I feared the worst when the Posse took the stage sporting goatees, flannel shirts and acoustic guitars. After launching into a hilariously bad cover of Alice in Chainsâ âThe Rooster,â the band was pelted with empty beer cans. The booing proved to be too much for singer/guitarist Dr. Sweet. âYou guys donât like grunge? Oh, you wanna hear the old Rump Posse?â With those words, the band tore off the flannels, grabbed the electric instruments and proceeded to shave off the goatees with an electric razor. What was left was the good old Rump Posse: heather gray tank tops, sunglasses, mustaches and American flag headbands.
Two seconds into the first song, âExit the Dragon,â it became clear that the Posse has mastered the art of cheese. The guitars, keyboard and drum machine were processed to the point that the band sounded like the upbeat metal soundtrack to a Nintendo game. Dr. Sweet was equal parts workout instructor, motivational speaker and frontman. Wearing a microphone headset, he danced around with his guitar, spouting hilarious motivational rhetoric, like âLiving the dream has never felt so good!â
During âGetting in Shape,â Dr. Sweet disappeared from the stage. Coming up from behind, he grabbed me, directing his headset mic toward my face. âHey, whatâs your name?â
âCorey,â I screamed.
âLet me see you get in shape, Corey!â With that, the entire audience turned around and stared at my embarrassingly grotesque attempt at dancing. Humiliation aside, the Rump Posse show felt like a good party. In a music world thatâs rampant with ironic posturing, itâs good to know that there are bands that genuinely love the cheesier side of rock.
Just as I thought I'd be plastered by guilt for not attending Corndogorama, I can truly say I enjoyed the show, even if I wasn't actually there.
Around 10:35 p.m. last night, Mastodon's "Colony of Birchmen" breezed into my open bedroom window â more than a mile away from Lenny's.
The guys in the band can officially brag, "You could hear us all the way on Moreland!"
(Photo by Mike White, www.deadlydesigns.com)
Here are a few items related to the wonderful world of Atlanta music -- and sometimes Athens, too!
First off, Warm in the Wake's American Prehistoric is awesome. If there's any justice in the world, it will become the next rock group to break out of Atlanta. American Prehistoric comes out via Livewire Recordings Aug. 28, and you should definitely pick up a copy. In the meantime you can content yourself with this Jan. 22, 2004, Warm in the Wake Profile by Kevin Forest Moreau.
Keri Hilson's single with Timbaland, "The Way I Are," is in the Billboard Top 10 and the soundtrack to a McDonald's commercial about rollerskating. I didn't know she was from Atlanta, however, until MTV.com ran a feature on her last week. You can read the story here.
More evidence that ATL has the music world on lock: Six of the current top 10 Billboard singles involve local musicians. In addition to the Timbaland/Keri Hilson collabo, there's Akon (T-Pain's "Bartender"), T.I. ("Big Things Poppin'"), Yung Joc (T-Pain's "Buy U a Drank") and Shop Boyz ("Party like a Rockstar"). Rihanna's "Umbrella" was co-produced by Chicago transplant C. Tricky Stewart.
As expected, T.I.'s new album, T.I. vs. T.I.P., opened at No. 1 on the Billboard charts. The album has mostly drawn mixed reviews. Metacritic.com, a site that compiles album reviews from several major publications, tallied a cumulative score of 60. In related news, MTV.com reports that T.I. smacked a fan who threw an object at him during the 2007 ESPY Awards, ESPN's self-congratulatory confluence of sports and celebrities.
The body of KRS-One's stepson, Randy Hubbard Parker, was discovered in his Atlanta apartment last weekend. He apparently died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. I don't know if KRS-One himself still has a residence here -- he was reportedly out of the country at the time -- but condolences go out to him and his family.
No dead clubs this week, at least none that I know of.
New clubs: Luckie Food Lounge, 375 Luckie St.
Corndogorama 11: Stick to the Future opened with a bang last night at Lenny's Bar. And even though there wasn't a headlining act, the venue -- and the parking lot -- was filled with people. I only stayed for an hour, and when I left I could barely drive out of the lot because incoming cars kept blocking my path. It's an early indication that festival founder David Railey will silence his doubters (admittedly, I was one of them) big time this weekend. For more information on this year's Corndogorama, refer to Chad Radford's story in this week's issue here.
The highlight of the evening was a reunion set by Fiend Without a Face, the power-rock/punk-metal group that spawned Mastodon. The three band members took to the stage wearing red Masonic Temple hats and pantyhose over their heads, and unleashed a killer 45-minute set of hard rock. Great stuff. Mastodon will perform with considerably more fanfare Sunday, July 15, Corndogorama's closing night.
Eddie's Attic likes to boast about being the "premiere acoustic music venue" in the South for aspiring singer/songwriters. And it's right. Eddie's Attic attracts great musicians and juxtaposes them with great food and a talking policy required for such a setting: Shut up, shut up, for God's sake, shut up! So it's no surprise that Travelocity and IgoUgo have named Eddie's as "A Top Insider Spot" for Georgia in their 2007 edition of "Local Secrets, Big Finds."
Here's the thing about Eddie's new award: We already knew that! With acts like the Verve Pipe's Brian Vander Ark, Shawn Mullins, Emerson Hart and the Black Crowes previously performing in such an intimate setting, is it any wonder Eddie's was given the award? Hopefully this award won't compromise Eddie's as a local venue, and put a huge flag atop the roof alerting the horrid Atlanta tourists that this place has great acts and is intimate â as if it were shouted through a bullhorn: "This place is INTIMATE!"
All in all, it's just a little more for Eddie's to boast about as it continues to bring great music to Decatur and Atlanta.
Band blogs are a dime a dozen. Iâm sick of reading about your top five favorite twee pop songs at the moment or what you had for breakfast while touring Oregon. Bands should be thinking about new, creative ways to approach their blogs. Thatâs why Iâd like to take a minute to praise Atlantaâs Deerhunter for going out on a limb and taking a chance with its online journal.
Deerhunterâs blog has barely been up a week, and yet itâs stirred up more controversy in the indie world than Animal Collectiveâs recent album leak. It all started when the band announced the creation of a âpoop journalâ in which they would offer photos and descriptions of their daily BMs. Online indie tastemaker PitchforkMedia.com jumped on the story, poking fun at the band's antics.
On Wednesday, Deerhunter singer Bradford Cox pushed the blogâs boundaries a bit further by making a borderline-pornographic post about his top five fantasy boyfriends. The post was complete with lurid details and nude pictures of the young men he described. Although it was obviously in jest â Huckleberry Finn was No. 3 on the list â dozens of readers were outraged. Consequently, the blog was bombarded with scathing comments from âfans.â
As usual, Pitchfork hopped on the bandwagon, calling the bandâs blog one of the âseediest cornersâ of the Internet and accusing Cox of posting child pornography â an accusation Cox vehemently denies. The controversial entry was promptly taken down from Deerhunterâs blog and replaced with a âfuck youâ letter from Cox.
Sure, the poop journal and the fantasy top five list are cringe-worthy features to most of us, but at least theyâre not boring. In any case, the band isnât going to let the naysayers ruin its fun. In his response letter, Cox tells all of his detractors that they âcan eat the shit [theyâll] be seeing photos and journal entries about.â I guess that means the poop journalâs still on. Sweet.
*Christ, Lord sorry
"Punk" style like this seems like it is the polar opposite of punk. Bradford Cox…
They're kind of starting to look like a joke of themselves. Song's good though.
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Their show with Chris, Lord about 3 years at the Unicorn was the best.
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