Carve out a spot on your CMJ to-do list… and brainstorm your alibi for skipping work on Friday because this is going to be so much better than spreadsheets. On October 21, we’re getting in on the CMJ action, albeit unofficially, with a free afternoon show at Cameo Gallery in Williamsburg, nestled snuggly amid the N 6th Street hubbub. “WHO WILL I SEE AT THIS FREE AFTERNOON SHOW?” you ask (you shout because you’re excited). Just a few of our favorite Brooklyn bands — some loud, some soft, all slightly demented — capped off with the ultimate afternoon-sliding-into-Friday-evening party band from Nashville. Let’s do this, yes, but first let’s learn:
If it’s good enough for Jack White, well then it’s more than good enough for the rest of us — we’re pretty sure that’s how the saying goes. Daniel Pujol and cohorts capitalize on what White’s Third Man Records, who released their debut 7”, thrives on: Southern-fried, whiskey-soaked garage rock. A new EP, Nasty, Brutish, and Short, comes out this week on Saddle Creek: think Deer Tick covering the Black Lips.
Singer-songwriter Molly Hamilton slowly sighs with the best of them, her lovely voice heightened because her band doesn’t give in to the temptation to glide softly along with her. Their debut album, released earlier this year, has a neat push and pull to it, twangy guitars preventing them from ever just floating away.
A properly heavy post-punk four-piece, Hunters are fueled by the traded vocals of vocalists Isabel Ibsen and Derek Watson. With guitars raging and beats just thwacking away, the duo trade shouts, coos, harmonies, bloody pile-ups. A favorite of ours among a small wave of bands returning a healthy grime layer to the Brooklyn sound.
We’ve long considered psych-folk outfit Forest Fire one of the most underrated bands in the borough, and their second full-length, Staring at the X, conveniently out this week via FatCat, isn’t doing much to change that. This time their melodies are surrounded by layers of effects and noise, demanding more from the listener than vapid stares. By mid-Friday, it’ll feel good to care about something again.
Beach Fossils bassist John Peña slides over to center stage as frontman for new project Heavenly Beat. “Suday,” the debut single just released on Captured Tracks, is even a little pop dreamier than his other band, who weren’t practicing starkly abrasive realism themselves, exactly.
And there you have it, in five nut-and-bolt blurbs, why you should come hang with us on Friday. Reason #6: we promise no glitch-hop, witch-house or rehashed Animal Collective ripoffs.
Doors at 1:30pm, set times forthcoming.