Thursday, April 21, 2005

Abase Age.


Animal Collective is a band that a bunch of people are starting to know and still more people will know in the future, then probably less again sometime later. They are known for harmony and playing freeform rhythms that are very primitive, meaning danceable, and richly polyphonic, meaning you can just stand there and still really like it. As the headliner for the 2005 edition of Hampshire College’s annual music festival Spring Jam, an all-day event that sells no food except for free popcorn and cotton candy, members Panda Bear, Avey Tare, and the drummer with a real name slung hot everything. Immediately following their rousing set, the shakes were fought off in order to get down to the diner around two ay-em Sunday morning coming down. Minutes before expertly ordering the pancakeggzuntbakun, Senior Free-Folk and Hunger Pains Correspondent P. Strauss Montauk crypt walked to a nearby table to give the aforementioned musicians some no expectations, run-of-the-mill handshakes and gratitude. What he stumbled across is indeed our most unintentionally bananas interview to date: something somewhere between the flimsiest treehouse of your youth and what Mab whispers in foxhole ears.

4TEEZ: HEY, GREAT SHOW, THANK YOU FOR COMING.
A.TARE: CAN’T BELIEVE YOU MADE IT JUST IN TIME.
4TEEZ: IN TIME?
A.TARE: WELL, CAUSE THEY WERE SAYING YOU WOULDN’T.
4TEEZ: OH, UM, DID THEY?
P.BEAR: WE’RE ON LOOKOUT.
4TEEZ: I SEE. SO I NOTICED YOU REALLY KEPT A FAST TEMPO UNTIL…
A.TARE: WE WANTED UNIFORMS FOR LOOKOUT, BUT HERE YOU ARE, AND HERE WE ARE. NOTHING.
4TEEZ: YEAH, SO TRUE. PLAYING TO A COLLEGE CROWD, HOW…
P.BEAR: DID YOU FLY HERE ON THOSE WINGS?
4TEEZ: I DROVE HERE, SO IN SOME WAYS... NO, NO I DIDN’T FLY HERE ON WINGS.
A.TARE: TIP TARP TROP.
4TEEZ: [NODS, CAREFULLY WATCHES KNIVES ON TABLE]
P.BEAR: ARE WE ALLOWED TO SLEEP IN SHIFTS?
A.TARE: LATER. JUST LOOK.
4TEEZ: YEAH, I GOT TO GO, BUT ALL OF US AT SCHOOL REALLY APPRECIATE YOU COMING OUT, SO THANKS AGAIN!
P.BEAR: YOU ALMOST DIDN’T MAKE IT.
A.TARE: THAT’S HOW YOU SAY THANK YOU IN LOOKOUT.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

It Don't Get Easier, Man.

fotocred: steffano giovanni (band's site)

The Magik Markers, dood! They play real great and tell good jokes and the whole thing spells megaton bomb to me. Tough not to be excited about these cats, and with the shape my bladder's in, I can tell you I try not to get excited very often. M2, which is what I call them when I don't want to write out their whole name (abbreviations save type-type time) have burned a whole through their native Eastern seaboard with one of the best live shows in America today. Presently they're taking the medicine international, touring Europe and Asia in support of their duel 2005 releases I Trust My Guitar, Etc. and Thee Majik Marquers. 4Teez n' Blunse roving reporter Slappy "Slapheart" Golightly cornered frontladies Elisa Ambrogio and Leah Quimby at the band's first show following April's Brooklyn underground music gathering No Fun Fest. In addition to being actually good looking, these ingenues beat up their audience and then hug them to salvation, and are in such synchronized symbiotic blues that they provide the same answers to the big queries. Bammity bammity boom.

4TEEZ: HOW WAS NO FUN?

EA/LQ: FUN!