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Man, Sweden seems like a happening place these days (or, you know, from my distorted American perspective, it’s been cool for the last decade or so). I wonder how the live shows are over there, as that would be quite the road trip. Anyway, the swelling American rock ‘n roll depot that is Tee Pee Records (Brian Jonestown Massacre, High On Fire, Teeth Of The Hydra) recently issued the self-titled debut from Gothensburg’s Graveyard. This quartet claims old-school influences like Cream and Black Sabbath, and does a respectable job of honoring such touchstones.
From the somber opening drums of “Evil Ways,” it is obvious that producer Don Ahlstenburg (The International Noise Conspiracy, Soundtrack Of Our Lives, etc.) has helped craft a gritty throwback record. Despite that (or inspired by it?), the band goes on to drop nine tracks worthy of today’s rock ears. Lead singer Joakim Nilsson loves to howl on the fierier numbers (”Take Us For Fools,” “Lost In Confusion”), but can also turn out a comfortable croon (though he does verge into “Grover”-esque territory at times during the otherwise-smoldering “Blue Soul”). Though the twin guitar attack of Nilsson and Jonathan Ramm does not delve into mind-bending pyrotechnics, there is a subtle (classically-influenced?) virtuosity in the instrumentation that keeps the proceeds light in front of the thunderous yet agile rhythm section of Bikar Edlund (bass) and Axel Sjoberg (drums). The boys possess a tempered sound that, despite surges in volume and tempo, never allows the songs to come off as “happy,” so this is not a record to look to for a pick-me-up. However, the somewhat-downtrodden subject matter is rotated enough to avoid a severe onset of depression (especially with the sentiment of well-chosen closer “Satan’s Finest”).
Though Graveyard is not exactly an original rock ‘n roll outfit, their style is varied enough to interest fans of both classic hard rock and more contemporary rock sounds. This effort is sufficiently sturdy to show the potential of a bright future beyond the grave.
But! One lucky donewaiting.com reader will win a pair of tickets for the show, for free free free free free. To enter, send a blank e-mail to wintix@donewaiting.com with the subject line “ZION”. A winner will randomly be chosen on June 1.
Columbus’ number 1 son, Envelope, is finally dropping the follow-up to his local classic, Insignificant Anthems. The new album Sharkbolt comes out July 8th. Lope will have a release party July 11th at Skullys here in Columbus..
I don’t want to give too much at this point.,,, But I can say it is produced entirely by Blueprint, and Shark Bolt is much darker than his previous album. Dood also got a little cynical. Shit a lot happened in the past couple years.
Their van was broken into last night in London, where they played at the Stag & Dagger festival. Also on the move, illegally: their sat-nav. Say our friends at Matador, the band’s label, of the incident:
“The band’s van was parked behind The Old Blue Last after a show as part of the Stag & Dagger festival. We commiserated with Old Street kebabs at 3am.
“Obviously, if anyone saw anything please get in touch.” (full details)
Columbus Power-Violence revivalists, Weedsteeler, once again became the most vocal proponent in the “Punks Should Ride Skateboards Not Bikes” movement with the above declaration. While I applaud the sense of design, culture, history and spelling–fact is gas prices are at 4 nearly dollars a gallon –So I am not sure if Weedsteeler will win this arguement.
But regardless these stickers are funny and available at Embassy Boardshop.
In related Columbus Skateboard hate-mongering; Iglu has a new myspace. The skategang put a bunch of video clips in their blog, like this one:
That’s what people in our message board are thinking. With only 2,800 tickets available, and on a weekend date, it seems likely that the show was drawing lots of people from the region, not just Columbus.
Flight of the Conchords are coming to Columbus on Frday, and this new video is definitely getting me excited for the show.. Anyone know if there’s an opening act?
May 14, 2008 – 10:54 am | Written by Kevin J Elliott
Long before the internets cracked open the portal that lent instant accessibility to just about every nook and cranny of the underground there was such a thing as printed media – the ‘zine if you will. Back then it took weeks, sometimes months, to painstakingly compile interviews, retrieve records from the source, get photos, and paste it all down to templates that were then xeroxed and stapled and disseminated to mailboxes of those who had the patience, discriminate taste, a couple bucks, and ample time to digest it all.
Since 1998 editor Phil McMullen, publisher Nick Saloman (of Bevis Frond), and artist Iker Spozio, set out to unite all psychedelic heads under the umbrella of Ptolemic Terrascope, an “illustrated occasional” or ornately crafted ‘zine that has introduced the world to such diverse artists as the Olivia Tremor Control and the Acid Mother’s Temple, given detailed lectures on the essentials of Krautrock and British Folk, and basically guided inquiring minds towards the bygone renaissance and increasingly growing community of left-field artists and musicians. The effort and scope of each issue was such that the back catalog has become rarely found collector treasure (as each one was not only chocked full of obscuro reviews and expansive interviews, but also came with an accompanying disc of equally out-there music). Though as times have changed so has the frequency of Terrascope publications, and just last year, the magazine’s headquarters (from the English countryside to Oakland, CA). One thing has remained constant, that’s the annual Terrastock Festival – a weekend designed to enlighten with live performances from a curated laundry list of Terrascope faithful from all over the globe.
Now in its seventh year, the fest shows no signs of slowing down. This year promises to be one of the best of the bunch featuring performances by Brooklyn kraut-popsters, Oneida, Norwegian heavyweights, Motorpsycho, leader of the Acid Mother’s Temple, Makato Kawabata, and reformed Canadian proto-punks, Simply Saucer. And as a bonus it’s being held in Louisville, Kentucky, a measly three-hour drive from central Ohio, from Thursday June 19th-22nd. Full details can be found here, though the schedule is being tweaked daily.
Be warned though. As mentioned on their website:
“Terrastock is not an indie-rock A&R feeding frenzy. Bands and artists are there at the personal invitation of the organisers because we love their music and they love the way we do things. It’s simply about the music, and about the whole Terrastock spirit. If you’ve ever been to a Terrastock, you’ll know what we mean…”
In the coming weeks Donewaiting will become a resource for anyone who’s planning on attending (or those abroad who wish they could attend) with interviews with the bands, schedule updates, and maybe even a Louisville recommendation or two. Stay Tuned.
While sitting around watching a movie about vagina dentata, I was told that M.I.A. played this video as the intro to her Columbus performance. I guess the video is of radical Kouichi Toyama who ran for a Japanese Governor position under the platform of overthrowing and completely destroying his country’s government. He finished 8th out of 14 candidates.
Allegedly after this rabble-rousing clip finished, M.I.A. took the stage performing “Bamboo Banger”.
May 13, 2008 – 10:34 pm | Written by Chip Midnight
It’s so damn easy to throw out Sabbath references about any band that plays through the primordial sludge amplifier. It’s become too easy and perhaps a bit lazy but then a band like The Sword has to drop an album like Gods of Earth which reeks of pot smoke and many, many hours of Iommi/Osbourne/Butler/Ward worshipping. There’s, of course, heavy doses of desert rock (ala Kyuss) mixed in to the Austin, Texas band’s sound as well which ain’t a bad recipe when all’s said and done.
Duffy booked these guys at the High Five a few years back and though the kid has never professed his love for metal / stoner-rock, he was floored by these guys enough so that he’s going to be headbanging front and center during The Sword’s return.
Torche, described by some as a “metal band for those who don’t like metal”, and Stinking Lizaveta, described by Trevor Danger as “an instrumental jazzy Sabbath”, open the show which is guaranteed to sell out (a limited number of tix will be available at the door but once they’re gone, they’re gone).
I hate writing shit like this and I hate reading shit like this but The Sword is poised to move onto bigger and better things (summer plans = Bonaroo, Ozzfest, opening for Metallica in Europe) so try to catch ‘em at the Ravari Room so you can say “I saw them before they were playing arena stages.”
And I’m just thinking of the live music community … if this thing passes the dance scene in Chicago will basically disappear overnight.
Chicagoist — the local Chicago website I write for — writers Marcus and Lizz have written about this situation much better than I have, and Jim DeRogatis’ daily updates have proven invaluable.
If you are reading this and live in Chicago LET YOUR ALDERMAN KNOW HOW MUCH YOU DISAPPROVE OF THIS … TODAY! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT THIS SECOND! And be sure to mention that if they DO vote for it, they’ve lost YOUR vote when they run for re-election.
If you don’t live here, well, wish us luck … or your band / DJ crew / hip-hop group might have a much harder time finding a gig next time you come through town.
UPDATE: The Chicago “anti-promoter” ordinance has been tabled for “further research” so there will be no vote on it tomorrow. Independent promotion is safe in Chicago for now, and I think it’s entirely due to the strong and immediate response from the music community. I’ve been told this is 100% sure to still come to a vote — possibly within the next month — so folks need to keep the pressure up on Chicago aldermen!
Well. I was at a Wedding in Cincy all weekend. Bro’s before the Year’s Most Crucial Show.. So I missed out. From the text messages and phone calls I received I have gathered this much:
1. Although Soulja Boy is a household name because of “Crank Dat’, he was the opener. And people didn’t really give a shit either way that he performed.
2. MIA’s show was so live that at least 3 members of IGLU and 1 PBJ member got kicked out, and snuck back in at least 4 times for crowd surfing, underage drinking and god knows what else. From everything I gathered MIA was demanding security to let people dance with her on stage. I guess greater 270 turned the Newport into a huge dance riot similar to Get Right.
I am sure this is most photographed for myspace/facebook event in Columbus History. I got these photos from the homie Steve Lieb’s Blog, We Got More Bounce in Columbus.
3. Changed my mind about MIA not being attractive.
4. I also think there should be a remix of “Paper Planes” where I make various weapons noises with my mouth to replace the gunshots. Like the first part would have me making punch sounds maybe I would say “arugam” from Street Fighter first. Then the second part I would make machine gun noises. Eventually I would lead up to making bomb explosion noises.
Long before the internets cracked open the portal that lent instant accessibility to just about every nook and cranny of the underground there was such a thing as printed media – the ‘zine if you will. Back then it took weeks, sometimes months, to painstakingly compile interviews, retrieve records from the source, get photos, and paste it all down to templates that were then xeroxed and stapled and disseminated to mailboxes of those who had the patience, discriminate taste, a couple bucks, and ample time to digest it all. 
