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With two records released in less than a year and yet another tour on
tap, Boston-based Karate has proved that it's not just another one-trick
indie-rock pony.
Perhaps, however, that should be expected. With two members
(guitarist/vocalist Geoff Farina, drummer Gavin McCarthy) having
graduated from the esteemed Berklee College of Music and a third
(bassist Jeff Goddard) who went but didn't graduate, Karate marks one
of the more formally trained bands to feed the indie-rock bloodline. Of
course, graduating from one of the world's foremost music schools
generally doesn't lead to a career in the low-profile, low-paying indie
rock scene. "It's just the music we've always played," says Farina,
"or at least been on the border of. We all came from a punk-rock
background, so [regardless of the musical education], it's
natural."
Formed in 1993, Karate has gradually built on a borderline
indie-rock/post-rock sound, often dubbed slowcore and (unfairly)
compared to Codeine, over the course of six records. The band's latest,
"Some Boots" (Southern), folds the strengths of all Karate's records
together, creating a bipolar tension that at times moves along at a
snail's pace but can explode into jagged, shredding rock at any given
moment.
Still, given their musical education, it seems that the rock life (same
set, night after night on tour) would hardly challenge the members.
"There's a level of improvisation--even while we're playing--that
helps keep everything different every night," says Farina.
"Considering that, it takes a lot just to get through the set."
Furthermore, although the members are armed with the intelligence to
make them pretentious or condescending toward less-difficult
music--especially rock--they take the opposite attitude. "Part of
learning about music is learning to appreciate sound and the way it
works. Some of the best music out there is very simple, and some of our
music is very simple."
Karate plays October 11 at Schubas with Chris Brokaw and Check Engine.
Elsewhere:
A power trio from Philadelphia, the Burning Brides released one
of my favorite records in 2001 with "Fall of the Plastic Empire" (File
13), and--having made the jump to V2 Records--they released it again
this year (!), making it fodder for uninformed 2002 "best record"
lists. These guys have come a long way since they opened a show at the
Bottle in June, 2001, in front of about eight people; their recent
opening gig in front of Queens of the Stone Age and subsequent media
praise shows that those File 13 kids knew what they were doing when they
signed them in the first place. From the psychorock "Plank of Fire" to
the garage-stained "Glass Slipper" to the thrash-bent "Elevator," if
you like loud rock, they have something for you. This time around the
Brides get to headline a show at the Empty Bottle, October 13 with
Redline.
Whether or not you're into Tiger Army, a trio of Northern Cal
punks who toss a rockabilly slant (read: stand-up bass, snare-drum only)
into old-school hardcore punk rock, anyone in lust with three-chord
frenzies should check out the band's latest, "Early Years EP"
(Hellcat). These guys arose during the mid-nineties in the same locale
as a number of high-profile veterans (Operation Ivy, Rancid), but
"Early Years" reveals these guys to be anything but kiddie-punk. The
record's six songs (including a cover of the Misfits' "American
Nightmare") include demo tracks recorded three years before Tiger Army
actually released a record--the first two, "Temptation" and "Jungle
Cat" (on which they take the big feline concept and run with it) belong
in any punk-rock collection. Tiger Army opens (October 16, at the Metro)
for the Damned, who should have given it up about fifteen years ago.
Bill Doss couldn't live in Seattle. It would kill him. The co-founder
of Olivia Tremor Control and lead man in the Sunshine Fix has
done gone crazy over the radiant lifegiver. The band's full-length
debut, "Age of the Sun" (Emperor Norton), could be a choir fill for
any number of ancient religions that worshipped the sun, something the
song titles give away: "Ultraviolet Orchestra," "Inside the Nebula,"
"Le Roi-Soliel," "Sail Beyond the Sunset," etc. Once you get past
the obsession for a naturally occurring ball of fusion-reactions,
though, "Age of the Sun" marks one of the most uplifting psychedelic
endeavors ever, a mellow, hook-filled solar ride through the color
streaks left behind by the "Magical Mystery Tour." Doss could've made
a record for the ages had he not self-indulged to the tune of sixteen
songs on the record; pare it down by six, and you'd never hit the skip
button. All the same, there are some absolutely perfect pop tracks with
shifty-eyed hallucinogenic properties that can literally turn my bad
days around. "That Ole Sun" builds with wavering tremolo, distorted
and echoing harmonica, sloshing dub-style effects and some freak-out
guitar before lighting into a chorus so candy-coated, so catchy, I'd
imagine a psyche-drug user would break into tears of joy. Extensive use
of piano--forcing an automatic Monkees comparison--brings the final
product down a bit, but fans of harmless, sweet and smart psychedelic
pop are urged to investigate. Catch them at the Abbey Pub, October 16,
opening for the Glands and Departure Lounge.
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