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The Format offers free album download

Totally forgot to mention this here, so hopefully you’ve seen it elsewhere. But Phoenix-based (OK, Peoria … whatever) duo the Format is offering its 2006 album Dog Problems as a free download. All of it. Liner notes, cover art and everything.

You have until July 10 to take advantage. Get it here. You can download songs individually or grab the whole thing in zip format.

(Cheap plug): Here’s a story I wrote about it for my 9-to-5, with a pretty good quote from the band’s manager: “We don’t know if this is a briliant idea or a stupid idea.”

I say, good for them. The guys own all the rights to their material so they basically can do what they want with it. If this helps bring exposure, then they should be setting a good example for other musicians (or labels) to follow.

The Format kicks off a two-month tour in Phoenix with two shows (July 13 and 14) at Orpheum Theatre. (Info., tickets.) Comedian Mike Birbiglia, Limbeck, Steel Train and Reubens Accomplice, one of my local favorites, open.

And if you already bought Dog Problems, well, um … sorry?

Bark Bark Bark

I’m a little embarrassed that Dodge at My Old KENTUCKY Blog beat me to the punch on an Arizona artist. Hey, what’re you gonna do?

No matter. I’ve seen the name Bark Bark Bark around town for quite some time now, then I saw a Retard Disco sampler at Stinkweeds and figured it was the opportune time to listen.

From my limited sampling of his music, Bark Bark Bark (who signs his checks Jacob Cooper … wait, do people still use checks?) is cut from the same cloth as artists like Panther, who has been featured here prominently. It’s a one-man show, all freaky and fractured electro-pop. Bark Bark Bark is from Tucson, but he reminds me a bit of Phoenix artist Treasure Mammal, who perhaps lays on the irony a little thicker.

You can buy Bark Bark Bark’s new LP, Haunts, at Retard Disco.

  • Bark Bark Bark | Gtfo
  • Bark Bark Bark | I’m Needy (Milk:Blood remix)
  • sourceVictoria streaming new tracks

    For many reasons, sourceVictoria has been name-checked here quite often, not the least of which is that the band hovers among my favorites (think the sort of admiration reserved for bands like the National).

    The group has been recording new material, and, from what I’ve heard so far, it only cements my near-flawless reasoning. You can listen for yourself at MySpace. Pay particular attention to Miss Spiritual Tramp of 1948, a song based on the J.D. Salinger story A Perfect Day for Bananafish.

    There’s nothing more to say / this suffering’s all that I own.” Love it.

    Unfortunately, Jeff Livingston will be playing his last show as piano/keys player for the band on May 25 at Yucca Tap Room; Jeff is moving soon to San Diego. (You can also catch Jeff on Friday at the Paper Heart as part of the Jon Rauhouse Orchestra.)

    Stream four tracks at sourceVictoria’s MySpace.

    Robin Vining: The Nightcap Serenade

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    Back cover of The Nightcap Serenade

    I caught the tail end of Colorstore’s set the other night, and it reminded me to go MySpace digging to see what’s up with some of the better local bands. Robin Vining is always a busy man, taking part in both Colorstore and Sweet Bleeders. Turns out, he recently tackled a solo project, too.

    The Nightcap Serenade, so says Vining, was inspired in part by the RPM Challenge, which basically asks artists to record an album in 28 days. I’m guessing they end up with either a boatload of garbage or some fairly riveting, if not rushed, material.

    It’s easy to say that Vining’s falls in the latter category – at least from the three songs he’s made available to download. For the most self-critical of musicians, the need to squash that instinct to pore over songs and edit and re-record and rinse and repeat must be brutal. “So now I’m striving for the more instant gratification of imposing a strict duration limitation and popping one out this month,” Vining wrote.

    The title track is a mercurial instrumental that carries strains of Western strings, Italian-style atmosphere and a little electronic juice at the song’s takeoff. Then there’s Stupid Face, a forlorn and soulful plea that probably would sound better on a ’50s jukebox than 21st century MySpace.

    At his RPM page, Vining says “steps were taken to prevent ‘cleaning up’ or ‘overworking’ tracks and performances (which is, to say that it just wasn’t done). Even though everything was tracked individually, I wanted most of this to sound like a live performance of a somewhat ragged band.” To that end, he probably accomplished his feat, and it also proves what sort of spontaneous elegance one can create under deadline.

    • Robin Vining | The Nightcap Serenade
    • Robin Vining | Stupid Face
    • Robin Vining | Caution Horse

    Asleep in the Sea played its final show

    Where were you when Asleep in the Sea played its last show? I was there, at the Trunk Space, amid the sweaty, smelly and hopped-up kids of the mostly under-21 set. They laughed, they cried (wait, no they didn’t) and they moshed (seriously, they did).

    It was pretty apparent from the get-go that the farewell would be far from serious, a reflection of the lighthearted manner that makes (errr, made) the group so great to begin with. They took requests for pretty much the entire set – save for the opener (Annie) and the closer (Dance On). They also entertained the angsty/hormonal antics of the skinny-jeaned kids souped up on flavored soda: “Fuck you!” and “Don’t break up!” and “Fuck you!” It was touching. Actually, it was somewhat inspiring and heart-warming to see so many people sing along to the songs when this city is often panned for its lack of local support. That said, I could have lived without the moshing/body contorting/”dancing” or whatever you want to call it.

    But, hey, I guess it’s nice to see the sense of finality tempered by some levity. Because if it wasn’t the moshing, then there was the final sing-along to Dance On or people crashing the stage for an “encore” after fervent chants of “one more song!” These people are nothing if not dedicated. It’s enough to make you wish for just one more show.

    Reunion, anyone?

    Asleep in the Sea breaks up


    In a news blast that spoiled my day – and the immediate future – Owen Evans, keyboardist in Phoenix favorite Asleep in the Sea, announced the group has broken up.

    This from a MySpace bulletin:

    unfortunately, tom (guitarist) has decided to leave asleep in the sea

    we will still be playing our two shows in april and that will be the last time we all play together so come see it i guess

    if anyone would like to buy our shirts or cd’s, as it stands right now, we will continue to sell what we have left and everyone is highly encouraged to purchase

    as far as the new album goes it will no longer be professionally released but discussion of some form of release is currently taking place

    thanks to anyone who enjoyed our music, bought our music, booked us, let us sleep in their place, or helped us in any way

    it’s unfortunate timing for us, and i can’t say i understand it fully, but it happened and i just wanted to make sure to say thanks

    owen

    I don’t know any of the other particulars, but this is upsetting news. Asleep in the Sea was among my favorites in what seems to be a suddenly promising local scene. The three guys – Evans, Tom Filardo (guitar/vocals) and Eli Kuner (drums) – never take themselves too seriously, at least from what I could gather when I saw them live. To wit: Kuner played one show I saw with a cracked cymbal. When I asked him about it months later, he said it was out of necessity (he was broke) rather than choice. Clearly, they weren’t in this for the glamour.

    I shot an e-mail to Kuner, who responded in a somewhat downtrodden but hopeful/relieved manner, saying, “there’s no point in looking back now” – DJ, cue Boston’s Don’t Look Back now! I told Kuner some eulogy was in order; his response?: “Eulogize the fuck out of us! because on the internet … we’ll live forever.” And there you have it: the near-final words on the tombstone of Asleep in the Sea, indexed on Google for our future generations.

    What makes this news all the harder to digest is the band had an album’s worth of songs ready for release, likely subsidized at least in part by a smallish label/backer. I weaseled my way into getting my hands on a digital copy of the album (titled Avenue), 16 songs of the irreverent, quirky rock that made the group such a welcome change of pace. The longest song checks in at 3:36, and every two- to two-and-a-half-minute burst pops with clever instrumental interplay and insightful writing that sometimes gets lost in the band’s catchy hooks.

    Take Cancer and Bones, a track in which the sobering final chorus belies the bright attitude of the music: “Everyone is your best friend when … / everyone is your best friend when you die.” Then there’s Seashorshes, from the Yay! O.K. Yeah? EP, a playful harmonizing ditty that could almost pass as a nursery rhyme – save for its sincere theme of questioning – mocking? – the point of war. “Where have the nice men gone? / off to seashores / off to foreign seashores.”

    What a drag. I planned on posting about this album, but I didn’t expect it to be a sign-off for the band. On the bright side, Asleep will play its final two shows: April 16 @ Modified with Deerhunter and the Ponys and April 27 @ the Trunk Space.

    Pick up the great Yay! O.K. Yeah? EP at iTunes for the best $4.95 you’ll spend.

    • Asleep in the Sea | Dance On [from Yay! O.K. Yeah?]
    • Asleep in the Sea | Cancer and Bones [new]
    • Asleep in the Sea | The Hands [new; the best 48-second song I’ve heard]

    IN OTHER NEWS: Look who’s back. Glad to see you again, Jennings.

    Jon Rauhouse: Steel Guitar Heart Attack

    Other than the drums, which I once played in middle school but pretty much quit in high school when I realized I’d have to wear some silly polyester uniform with a tall feathered hat at halftime of football games, the pedal steel guitar is my favorite instrument. There’s a certain emotion to it, an instrument that really seems to have a voice of its own.

    Nobody plays it better than Jon Rauhouse, a man we’re proud to call an Arizonan. Besides being a member of Neko Case’s band, Rauhouse’s extensive credits include playing with Calexico (whose John Convertino and Joey Burns are part of his band), Giant Sand, Waco Brothers, John Langford, Kelly Hogan and Sally Timms. He’s also a member of Bloodshot Records’ Grievous Angels.

    One of my favorite projects Rauhouse was involved with was Sleepwalker, a three-piece (with Jamal Ruhe and Darren Henley) from Tempe that put out a somewhat hastily recorded yet beautiful one album called The Man in the Moon. (Previous post.)

    After extensive touring with Neko Case, Rauhouse returns with his third solo album, Steel Guitar Heart Attack, due for release March 13 on Bloodshot. Appearances from Neko, Timms and Hogan prove the reciprocal nature of musicians and their fondness of Rauhouse’s craft.

    If it has a string, Rauhouse – affectionately known as “Uncle Jimmy” for reasons I don’t know – probably has played it: banjo, pedal steel, Hawaiian guitar, ukelele, you name it. He’s talented as a technical player but never loses focus of the mood and substance his style carries. On 2004’s Steel Guitar Rodeo, Rauhouse reinterpreted the Perry Mason theme song into something much more romantic and intriguing than a cheese-ball TV theme. Apparently, he does it again on Heart Attack, taking on the Andy Griffith theme on The Fishing Hole.

    Ballad of the Black Chihuahua, the first single off Heart Attack, is layered in lush guitar work and boasts a Southwest flavor that captures the essence of this arid atmosphere.

    I don’t see a pre-order link yet at Bloodshot for the record. But Rauhouse’s catalog is available at eMusic.

    • Jon Rauhouse | Ballad of the Black Chihuahua

    In a related matter, eMusic is offering a Bloodshot Records Honky-Tonk Compilation, which includes Rauhouse’s Grievous Angels, for free. Eleven tracks, all for free. Get it.

    Tonight: sourceVictoria and Rob Dickinson

    (Look out, two posts in one day!)

    I’m excited for tonight, when we’ll see ex-Catherine Wheel frontman Rob Dickinson, exactly a year to the day we saw him last, at Anderson’s in Scottsdale. I’ve gone on at length about Dickinson before, so I won’t do it here again.

    Also, local favorite sourceVictoria is opening with an acoustic/piano set. The band recently was featured in the weekly paper Get Out. You might have read about them on this very site, too.

    If you’re in town, come on out.

    • sourceVictoria | Heartless Boy
    • sourceVictoria | Opportunistic

    Lymbyc Systym: “Love Your Abuser”

    In my neglect of the local Phoenix/Tempe scene, a lot of great music has come or is coming out that requires my catching up.First up is the Lymbyc Systym, a duo comprised of brothers Mike (drums/electronics) and Jared Bell (keyboards). I actually had no idea they were from Tempe until someone told us when we saw them open for the Album Leaf. Turns out, I was spelling their name wrong, too. Not “System,” but “Systym.” (I’m sure there’s a deeper artistic meaning to all the “y’s” there, but it’s beyond my mental grasp.)

    These guys are making headway pretty fast. They signed to Mush Records (home, at some point or another, to the likes of Aesop Rock, Clouddead and Busdriver) and are preparing to release the full-length Love Your Abuser on Jan. 23. Lymbyc is playing Modified on Dec. 16 with Asleep in the Sea and Metrognome to celebrate the release.An opening slot on the Album Leaf’s fall tour is your first clue about what to expect from Lymbyc Systym: spacey, atmospheric – and lyric-less – soundscapes. (Jimmy Lavelle makes a guest spot on the record, too.) I’ve said it before, but all-instrumental music is typically a challenge to my patience. But with Lymbyc, there’s great attention to detail, as most electronic-laptop pop requires. It isn’t senseless, sloppy jamming, but articulate, mindful translation of ones and zeroes into something a little more tangible.

    Lymbyc Systym | Truth Skull
    Lymbyc Systym | Astrology Days
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    Drunken Immortals: “Hot Concrete”

    Given the sometimes-finicky attitude of fans toward local music in the Phoenix/Tempe area, it’s an accomplishment in itself that Drunken Immortals have hung around for almost 10 years. Well, they’ve done more than hung around, actually. They’ve thrived in a city that isn’t exactly at the top of anyone’s list when it comes to hotbeds of hip-hop.

    And that longevity is a credit to the group’s proactive approach, rather than surviving by attrition. They helped create a label, Universatile Music, and helped form the Blowup Co-Op, a loose-knit collaboration of hip-hop musicians, artists, activists and such.

    They just released their third LP, Hot Concrete, a title that pretty much says it all when it comes to the group’s loyalty to Arizona; if you’ve ever been to Arizona in August and tried to walk barefoot on the sidewalk, you know what that means. The album features guests Dres from Black Sheep and Abstract Rude of Project Blowed. With seven members and live instrumentation, Drunken Immortals are versatile enough to adapt and keep a step ahead of stagnant hip-hop machismo. Real Life, with Ab Rude, is DI in peak form: Latin-influenced guitars and percussion, turntables and emcees all mixed seamlessly into a fluid groove.

    These guys were on the local circuit quite a bit when I was going to school at Arizona State, so it’s nice to see them keep stretching out but still reppin’ their hometown. That’s the 602 and the 480 (and sometimes the 623), for those not in the know.

    Drunken Immortals | Hot Concrete
    Drunken Immortals (feat. Abstract Rude) | Real Life