Pop Culture Digest
Six New York City bands worth their salt OTHER than the Strokes
By John MacDonald
Weve all heard the story. Five skinny-ass white kids from the Big Apple
skip out on college, spend all their money on vintage clothes and Budweiser, stay up late writing
songs about getting laid and staying up late, secure residency at the Mercury Lounge and release
a three-song EP (2001s The Modern Age) in England (the albums cover featuring
a womans naked bum becoming positively unavoidable throughout the London Underground). They
become the toast of hipsters and release the full-length Is This It later that year. They become
the toast of critics and the bane of hipsters. Spin decides they are the 2002 band of the year.
In brief, this is the story of New Yorks garage heroes the Strokes, a band whose choppy riffs
and cute faces have finally turned the music medias notoriously lazy eye away from nu-metal
and teen-pop and toward a kind of rock that, though more substantive, is no less marketable.
Thankfully, the Strokes arent the only band that have benefited from such a change of heart.
Maybe the best thing the fivesome have done is shed some much-needed light on all those other hard-working
musicians whose fathers neither worked for modeling agencies nor penned pop tunes for Julio Iglesias.
Much like what Nirvana did for Seattle in the early 90s and the Stone Roses and the Happy
Mondays for Manchester a few years earlier, the media explosion which accompanied the rise of the
Strokes has given more exposure to the groups next door.
Hence this brief, a bit arbitrary and by no means exhaustive list of bands which have made New
York more then just a place for national tragedies and protest marches. My only concern is that
this piece will serve simply as fuel for the journalistic engine hungry to turn New York into another
scene destined to rise precariously for a few years only to fade silently away. Not
all of these bands, Le Tigre for instance, began their recording careers post-Strokes, nor do they,
as is often the case with scenes, all sound alike. In fact, much of their import lies
in their refusal to be categorized.
Here, in no particular order, are six quality bands of various ages and ideologies that, if they
serve no other purpose, make the Strokes media frenzy a little easier to bear.
Interpol
Latest Release Turn on the Bright Lights
(Matador 2002)
Dressed in suits and ties, this foursome took goth punks traditional industrial warehouse
home and transformed it into a champagne-sipping VIP lounge. Interpols eminently danceable
rhythms and beautifully angular dueling guitars, as well as front-man Paul Bankss deadpan
wit make them one of the most exciting indie bands to come out of New York since the post-punk
sounds of Television.
Interpol spent much of last winter recording their full-length album in Connecticuts Tarquin
Studies a facility located on the top floor of a century-and-a-half-old home that once served
as a hospital for mentally-disabled children. Not surprisingly, Interpols experience with
New York made them feel right at home. Though frenetic as hell, Turn on the Bright Lights is jam-packed
with dense melodies and Banks sordid tales of wine, women, and New York subways a
fine soundtrack for a troubled city.
Calla
Latest Release Televise
(Arena Rock 2003)
With their purring guitars, distorted beats, and Aurelio Valles hushed vocals, Calla easily
takes the prize for the darkest of these five acts. Since their self-titled 1999 debut, this trio,
originally from Texas, has produced a harrowing sound easily suited to any back alley or late-night
subway ride. Televise, though not quite the horror show their two earlier discs were, is filled
with enough pathos to fill an H.P. Lovecraft novel. Think a tighter Cowboy Junkies or Mazzy Star
with Nick Cave at the mic.
The Walkmen
Latest Release Everybody Who Pretended to Like Me is Gone
(Star Time 2002).
(Also look for their split with Calla released last year on Troubleman Unlimited)
Everybody deserves to get lucky especially in New York. Somehow pulling enough investment
money together, these five twenty-somethings managed to rent themselves a large Harlem industrial
space and transform it into a 24-track analogue recording studio. Armed with their brand-new "Mercata
Recording" studio, they set to work on the songs that would eventually make up their 2001
self-titled EP and their later LP, Everybody Who Pretended to Like Me is Gone.
The Walkmen, three of whom hail from the now defunct Jonathan Fire*Eater, have always taken a novel
approach to instrumentation their first gig included an upright piano, a lap steel guitar
and two tape machines and their full-length debut is no exception. Overripe pianos shimmer
and twinkle, violins whimper, organs hum, cymbals crash at odd moments and Matt Baricks clanging
guitar bounces of the walls of their expansive studio like an errant BB. All the while Hamilton
Leithhausers wonderfully intoxicated vocals reel on and on about his packed days and living
with his cronies in the city that never sleeps.
Despite their unfortunate spot on a recent VW commercial hey look what it did for Nick Drakes
posthumous career! the Walkmen give one every reason to hope for a better alternative rock
tomorrow.
Le Tigre
Latest Release Feminist Sweepstakes
(Mr. Lady 2001)
A list of New York bands to watch would be remiss without a nod to Kathleen Hannas electro-punk
trio. Without missing a New York minute, Hanna has maintained her Riot Grrrl flair and feminist
politics while adding a few dance beats into the fuzz box aggression of her defunct and massively
influential band, Bikini Kill.
On the uncompromising Feminist Sweepstakes, Hanna rants about trendy activists and dyke march[es],
while her bandmates dish out some disturbingly catchy melodies that would add pep to any road trip,
house party or late night term paper. If anything, Le Tigre brings some much needed political discourse
to an all-too-often vacuous pop music world.
Radio 4
Latest Release Gotham!
(Gern Blandsten 2002)
With a leftist message as radical as Le Tigres, this heavily Mission to Burma-influenced
fivesome dropped a bombshell when Gotham! hit stores last year. A ferocious blend of British punk,
dance hall, and reggae, Radio 4 take protest rock to places it has rarely gone before. Anthony
Romans vocals recall the ghost of Joe Strummer while fellow singer and guitarist Tommy Williams
slashes away at his Telecaster like Strummers mate, Mick Jones. Its a wonder these
boys arent from across the pond. Radio 4 dishes out a call to arms against everything from
police brutality to shallow pop culture while their broad instrumentation shifts easily between
break-neck punk and red-eye dub reggae. With a knack for getting the crowd involved at every show,
Radio 4 have developed into an impressive live act since their 1999 debut. Without a doubt,they
are the opening act for the Clash reunion tour that never was.
Aerial Love Feed
Latest Releases look for their as-yet-untitled, five-song debut EP in March.
Rejecting the camaraderie that seems to surround most of the bands in the city, Aerial Love Feed
openly referred to their New York City rock peers as adversaries in a recent New York
Press interview. Such a sentiment is understandable given the groups resolutely unfashionable
music. A blend of My Bloody Valentine drone, industrial electronica and dance loops, the four members
of Aerial Love Feed have staked out a musical territory few have tread in the wake of such garage-rockers
as the Mooney Suzuki and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. The demos for the tunes slated for a slot on the
unsigned groups upcoming EP arent the kind of nostalgia pieces those bands revel in.
Instead, they look to the industrial rock of early Nine Inch Nails and Jesus and Mary Chain
an aesthetic only half a decade old. Definitely the band to watch in the next few months.
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