Showing posts with label union pool. Show all posts
Showing posts with label union pool. Show all posts

Monday, March 14, 2011

Harvey Milk at Union Pool 3-13-11


Harvey Milk went on last night in the first of their three shows at Union Pool. Having listened to 'Courtesy and Goodwill...' since it was reissued on Chunklet I was wondering how this stuff would translate live.
First of all I now realize no matter how loud I dial it up at home, praying the dude next to me isn't home, this is meant to be heard at full volume with all of it's floor shaking rumbling and silences. Union Pool was the perfect place to be close enough to hear Creston's vocals when the droning cut out and he starts a verse sounding like Mark Lanegan, bluesy, deep and perpetually hoarse.
There's nothing like hearing the long drawn out tones from a single note of distortion held as long as possible, the bass not even being played anymore, it's just the cranked up hum of a cable, the sustained loop of a fraction of a note. That goes to another burst of distortion, barely a riff, two chords that wouldn't normally make sense together just because they're ne after the other now have to be considered in a sort of fractured melody. It's like hearing the beginning of the universe of rock, the big bang of metal, just emerging out nothingness.
It's a lesson in appreciating distortion, letting it take these huge breaths and then almost completely fading out, the entire performance is just as tension filled as the albums, always poised to take the sound into a full out technical meltdown, they seem to bide their time the entire hour, never pushing it over the cliff and giving into any number of the riffs and doom rhythms. It's literally impossible to follow, and just when they hit a repeatable groove for a minute, it's gone, they move on immediately into a new time signature.
They announced they were play 'Human Kindness' straight through and then play 'as long as we physically can as long as we don't have to play an encore.'
When he starts playing a distortion, feedback solo in 'I just want to go home' it has all the expression and inventiveness of the most experimental band. If you think anyone can play these two notes and wait long intervals between cymbal crashes, well - you are an idiot. The sheer training and rehearsal it must take to be able to not only technically and precisely execute these changes at this dirge tempo, but then to tame a loop of feedback into melodic tones? They aren't like anything else you're going to see or hear live.

They combine this amazing experimental drone sound with Preston's just end of the world vocal that isn't the usual indecipherable growling. He sings with the same power of the drone chords, slow, but with an intense theatricality. He's pushing himself again to that same place of creating these tracks, sometimes blending his vocals into a weird off harmony with the droning. As much as they push the dynamics of pure tempo, he does the same vocally. Everything dropping out to just his quiet, lonesome, actually nice singing and electric undistorted guitar. For a minute you forget the epic punishment that's been dominating the entire set, because it doesn't feel like it's about pushing extreme's, this is just their own idiosyncratic vision, from the very beginning.
I kept thinking of seeing the Swans recently and how much I'd heard about their live show, and Michael Gira, how it all started the same way, it was so outside of any box, not because they specifically combined genres of sound or some extreme, but for more than anything else...their pure originality. If the Swans started to point out where the thinking man's metal could go then Harvey Milk is almost writing the end of that chapter. They do this drone, sludge so well and with this history behind them, and the fact that their latest albums are maybe some of their best work, there's no end for them anytime soon.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The Soft Pack - Union Pool 1-17-09

'Alright,.... we're the Soft Pack.'
And with that the Muslims were no more.
The consensus overheard at Union Pool bar was 'What's the difference? It was a shitty name to begin with so who cares if you change a shitty name to a shitty name.'
Well, kind of. I mean, I've said it before, it makes no difference with these guys, just whatever name you want, let it stick already. There's already been so much great press surrounding them, I wonder what it's like to have to start over to some degree. People aren't going to be looking for the Soft Pack online.... how many records have already been pressed?...it must be a weird situation.
It's the case of taking a nothing name and making it fit. How many bands really sound like terrible names....forget animal names, that's a given, they are middle of the road at this point but Pavement? Boring. The Pixies? Are you kidding? It won't matter anyway, the content overrides whatever they end up with.


It was crowded as hell, sold out and packed to the fire code limit. I thought 'Ok the days of seeing them live with a crowd of maybe twenty in some tiny venue are done.' This is even probably the last time they play Union Pool. If they can draw a crowd like this on a freezing January night then I'm losing all hope in having the experiences I've been having, selfishly keeping them to myself.

One difference live that still gets me is their apathetic attitude on the recorded tracks, that kind of borderline monotone delivery, the so simple it's deceptively effortless playing. It's trying to be unaware in a natural way. Like they've done it a million times. You'd expect this to carry over into some kind of lazy performance. Like they are too good for you...and the pathetic crowd they're playing for.
But if there's one thing they care insanely about more than their name, more than onstage banter, more than a persona, is that they really give a shit about the music.

In all the live shows I've seen, they are only getting better, playing with more energy, still having as much fun with this material as I am listening to it every day.
I would have seriously been kicking myself if I missed this. It was crazy cold and I debated walking down the street. What's wrong with me?

With Matty, the guitarist you can visibly see his struggle to maintain that perfect sound -- he's fighting that guitar every performance, he just doesn't see any other way to play it. He's not going to let a half ass chord get away.
Matt of course is expressionless, he's got this character that's just pointing out the situations around him, the simple monotonous struggle.... in every song. Live everything is punched up faster, harder...making the set that much shorter, but they can't help but be propelled by the momentum.


It especially sucked they didn't play an encore...the people were calling for it. This wasn't Terminal 5, where we get an encore no matter what 1 minute after the band leaves the stage. The hits held back to play now, what we wanted to hear in the first place. But then this isn't that band. They came to blow the back out of Union Pool and they did it. What's left? They're spent.

After changing all the 'Muslims' to 'Soft Pack' in this post I'm having trouble getting used to it. They are still the Muslims to me for now.

I thought I got there in time to see 'The Browns' but instead 'Those Darlins' played second. I hate hating a band but it seems the Darlins PR and press quotes are more important than the music for these 3 Tennessee women who can reasonably play, but half heartedly sell songs and honkey tonk attitudes about whisky and horses...it just doesn't do it for me. They belong in a Quentin Tarantino movie...a stereotype of the neo-west. Ridiculous.

MP3 download of the show here...(it's far from perfect, they are loud as hell and even in my pocket my ipod mic is all blown out, heavily compressed 34min)