Why can't the city just shut down Club Luxx instead for sucking like a hurricane? Yet another trip to this out-of-the-day asshole club in "rural Williamsburg," halfway to central Rectum Brooklyn to see DBA. It was bitter cold and gusty and although the show was supposed to start at 8, and we arrived at 8:05 it took them an HOUR to even let us in the building.
Main reason for going? Junior's birthday and i had purchased a painfully adorable Clifford the Big Red Dog from the Scholastic Store with MAGNETS IN ITS GODDAMN FEET. When Junior and I were together, watching Clifford on channel 13 was a daily activity. It is probably the most cute show on TV... nothing really happens and its really show, but everyone is nice to each other all the time. I gave it to him after the set, and I think he was a little embarrased. Lisa, Dan's girlfriend, piped up "You love Clifford!" to remind him, and he thanked me and hugged me. He pointed out that the toy was not very big (that being Clifford's main attribute), but Lisa said "compared to a bug it's pretty big.
Aside from making us wait a long time (and also being really slow at the door... we missed the first part of DBA's set even because the guy didn't have the take-money-check-ID-stamp-hand process down too well), the sound system was staticy, cracking and all around sucky. DBA sounded really out of tune; I think the monitors weren't working too well either. Junior smashed his snare a couple songs in, so the Epoxies' drummer responded to the band's appear for a snare as someone else in the band added "don't break it." which is kinda rude. Well, it's an awkward position... the band on stage says "we need a drum" and there's really only one person in the house who can provide it. If you say no... well, you're a jerk. While we were killing time outside we saw who we were now realizing was the drummer of the Epoxies. At the time, I thought he was a homeless junkie, since he was walking down the street brushing his teeth and talking loud enough to suggest that it wasn't a real cellphone he was talking into.
The Epoxies followed, which is what Joe Erg was most excited to see (since we've each seen DBA 40 times the thrill isn't really there), but I was tired, cold, and suffering from back ache since we got there. I judge bands by their fans, so the Epoxies are on my shit list. The place was overcrowded irritating drunk overweight jerks in quaint 80s style new waver "costumes" aggressively moshing into a slow-motion circle pit. The Epoxies do put on a pretty impressive Arena-rock-style show in a small club and most indie bands totally lack showmanship, so big ups on that front. Five piece combo, including lesbian icon singer and ridiculous amounts of keys (triple deck synth) all in black and day-glo outfits (except for the tooth-brushing drummer who probably had to be browbeaten into compromising and putting on a tie). They had a fog machine, strobe, red and white flood lights (which looked great richocheting off the fog) two sets of black lights and a giant KISS-style backdrop that spelled out EPOX IES in Christmas lights. All of these were used at least once per song.
The red-lit fog was the most impressive, but the black light was the one they put most of their effort into. Everyone's stage costume had at least one glo-element in it and the keyboardist (and ex-Automatics member, which had most of the Mutant Pop nerds braving the front line of the moshing 'tard crowd) had overwrapped his black skinny pants outfit with white band elastic mummy-style. The lady singer had orange glowing eyeshadow and the rest of the fellows put on some kind of glow lotion on their faces (that was invisible in regular light). Unfortunately, rock and roll is a sweaty business, so most of it had sweated off in patches. making the band look like melty Swamp Things in skinny ties under the black light. It definitely gave me some idea for the Girl Crush J-Pop musical number I want to do.
The music, unfortunately, was pretty indistinct.
I didn't stay for the third group, but they did load in a full-sized tube Hammond Organ.
Main reason for going? Junior's birthday and i had purchased a painfully adorable Clifford the Big Red Dog from the Scholastic Store with MAGNETS IN ITS GODDAMN FEET. When Junior and I were together, watching Clifford on channel 13 was a daily activity. It is probably the most cute show on TV... nothing really happens and its really show, but everyone is nice to each other all the time. I gave it to him after the set, and I think he was a little embarrased. Lisa, Dan's girlfriend, piped up "You love Clifford!" to remind him, and he thanked me and hugged me. He pointed out that the toy was not very big (that being Clifford's main attribute), but Lisa said "compared to a bug it's pretty big.
Aside from making us wait a long time (and also being really slow at the door... we missed the first part of DBA's set even because the guy didn't have the take-money-check-ID-stamp-hand process down too well), the sound system was staticy, cracking and all around sucky. DBA sounded really out of tune; I think the monitors weren't working too well either. Junior smashed his snare a couple songs in, so the Epoxies' drummer responded to the band's appear for a snare as someone else in the band added "don't break it." which is kinda rude. Well, it's an awkward position... the band on stage says "we need a drum" and there's really only one person in the house who can provide it. If you say no... well, you're a jerk. While we were killing time outside we saw who we were now realizing was the drummer of the Epoxies. At the time, I thought he was a homeless junkie, since he was walking down the street brushing his teeth and talking loud enough to suggest that it wasn't a real cellphone he was talking into.
The Epoxies followed, which is what Joe Erg was most excited to see (since we've each seen DBA 40 times the thrill isn't really there), but I was tired, cold, and suffering from back ache since we got there. I judge bands by their fans, so the Epoxies are on my shit list. The place was overcrowded irritating drunk overweight jerks in quaint 80s style new waver "costumes" aggressively moshing into a slow-motion circle pit. The Epoxies do put on a pretty impressive Arena-rock-style show in a small club and most indie bands totally lack showmanship, so big ups on that front. Five piece combo, including lesbian icon singer and ridiculous amounts of keys (triple deck synth) all in black and day-glo outfits (except for the tooth-brushing drummer who probably had to be browbeaten into compromising and putting on a tie). They had a fog machine, strobe, red and white flood lights (which looked great richocheting off the fog) two sets of black lights and a giant KISS-style backdrop that spelled out EPOX IES in Christmas lights. All of these were used at least once per song.
The red-lit fog was the most impressive, but the black light was the one they put most of their effort into. Everyone's stage costume had at least one glo-element in it and the keyboardist (and ex-Automatics member, which had most of the Mutant Pop nerds braving the front line of the moshing 'tard crowd) had overwrapped his black skinny pants outfit with white band elastic mummy-style. The lady singer had orange glowing eyeshadow and the rest of the fellows put on some kind of glow lotion on their faces (that was invisible in regular light). Unfortunately, rock and roll is a sweaty business, so most of it had sweated off in patches. making the band look like melty Swamp Things in skinny ties under the black light. It definitely gave me some idea for the Girl Crush J-Pop musical number I want to do.
The music, unfortunately, was pretty indistinct.
I didn't stay for the third group, but they did load in a full-sized tube Hammond Organ.