Showing posts with label Unknown Mortal Orchestra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Unknown Mortal Orchestra. Show all posts

July 20, 2011

Yuck & Unknown Mortal Orchestra @ Varsity Theater 7/19/11 (Concert Review)



Ever since Yuck released their fantastic self-titled debut album earlier this year, there has been a bit of contention regarding how the British quartet would translate their fuzzed-out sound in a live setting. As was seen through several of their streamed SXSW showcases in March, they appeared bored, lackadaisical and tired. I had my doubts going into their Twin Cities debut last night at the Varsity Theater, but I'm happy to say that those doubts were completely unfounded. Long story short? Anyone that claims Yuck sucks in concert has probably never seen Yuck in concert.

Before I dip into their booming set, though, let's talk about openers Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Yuck's label and tourmates (and creators of another one of my favorite albums of 2011 thus far). The Portland-based trio made their mark on many Minneapolitans this past February opening up for Smith Westerns at the Triple Rock. Their return to our fair city was hyped a great deal, and they more than delivered last night. Shrouded in darkness (after requesting the stage lights be kept off due to the Varsity's increasing steaminess), UMO ripped through much of their new album over the course of 30+ intoxicating minutes. From "Ffunny Ffriends" to "Jello and Juggernauts" to "Nerve Damage" and everywhere in between, the young psych-influenced rockers commanded the dark stage and left nothing but intrigue amongst the onlookers. If I were a high school student in the mid-70s, I would want UMO to play every single house party I threw.

After UMO left to substantial applause, Yuck took the stage to an even bigger ovation (maybe the crowd was just happy they could now see the performers). They opened with a bang, giving us "Holing Out," one of the biggest sounding tracks on their only album before kicking up the fuzz quite a bit for "The Wall." Over the course of about 50 minutes, the four-piece played 75% of their new record and spliced in a couple of b-sides to boot, most notably the dreamy "Milkshake."

Now, if you came in expecting a raucous stage show, that's not what you got. Yuck is not going to bounce around aimlessly just for visual satisfaction. They did, however, play each and every song brilliantly (especially their current hit "Get Away") and gave their own restrained punch of verve for presence. For how much guitarist and lead singer Daniel Blumberg gazed at his shoes while jamming out to some of Yuck's blistering arrangements, I'm pretty sure the poor dude is going to end up with some serious scoliosis.  While they said their thank yous and acknowledged the beauty of Minneapolis, there wasn't much stage banter....well outside of calling out the super tall dude with the afro that most of us have seen at some local show in the past year. Blumberg and lead guitarist Max Bloom commented how he looked like drummer Jonny Rogoff's dad (Rogoff has an afro himself, and resembles a modified Wooly Willy). For a band that many people think are standoffish, they created quite the connection with the appreciative crowd.

As the set came to a close, we were treated to an upbeat and relentless version of "Operation," followed by a new track and the dirty grinding anthem "Rubber," which saw the entire band become totally unglued, pounding their respective instruments mercilessly. They slowly and humbly left the stage, making their first Twin Cities appearance an unforgettable one.

February 25, 2011

Smith Westerns @ Triple Rock 2/24/11 (Concert Review)



About halfway through Smith Westerns' brief yet effective set last night at the Triple Rock, frontman Cullen Omori told the mostly full crowd, "we've got a motto on this tour...and it's 'Balls Deep.' So let's go balls deep tonight." Even if he didn't declare the band's motto so overtly, I'm fairly certain the throngs of supporters they had last night would have felt their intention. Throughout 45 minutes and a baker's dozen of songs, the young Chicagoans proved why they seem to be on every blogger's radar these days.

Opening with "Still New," one of the many highlights of their recent release Dye It Blonde, the guitar-heavy group instantly got the young crowd nodding in approval and swaying in appreciation. When I reviewed the record last month, I referenced Jodi Kramer, the uber-hottie from Dazed And Confused. As Smith Westerns blazed through their set, I couldn't help but imagine Omori as the perfect hair stand-in for Jodi's younger brother Mitch. Throughout the evening, he exuded boyish charm in tandem with a natural frontman vibe. The rest of the band? Equally entrancing. Not only did lead guitarist Max Kakacek absolutely shred on his cherry red SG, but he did so while it rested on his shoulder not via guitar strap, but rather by extra-long shoelace (credit to @solace for bringing this to light).

As they tore through song after song, void of gimmicks or cliche, Smith Westerns became likable not just for the music that they create, but also the vibe they set. Still humble and obviously having a blast with their newfound success, the guys seemed taken aback by the credit they've been given. At one point, before bluntly stating [pun intended] that "this is a good song with some dank," Omori said shyly and smilingly, "you guys are a very respectful crowd...thank you for that."

Dye It Blonde was featured heavily throughout the set, with "Imagine Part 3" and the buzz-worthy single "Weekend" serving as standouts. They managed to fit in a few older songs as well, including the fuzzy (not fussy) "Girl In Love," before calling it a night with a quick and meaningful "thank you."

For anyone that got there early enough, openers Unknown Mortal Orchestra were a very pleasant surprise. According to their bassist, whose name I forgot to ask, their debut LP is due out early this June, provided they can find the right label to release it (it was originally scheduled to be released on True Panther Sounds in April, but now that picture is cloudy). Boasting a raucous post-punk sound and what can only be described as guitar clawing, UMO definitely provided a more than worthy starter to Smith Westerns' main course.