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Your Live Music Bets for the Weekend of January 16 through January 18

Tacocat lead singer Emily Nokes will turn that frown upside down at Chop Suey Sunday. (photo: Tony Kay)

To those of you clamoring for more posts here at ye olde semi-dormant SunBreak, you’re the greatest. Both of you.

Most weekends in this ‘burg are pretty stacked musically, but this one’s especially resplendent with sonic riches, some suffused with significant bittersweetness. Read on.

Friday, January 16 (tonight!)

Garageland Fest  with The Paul Collins Beat, Rich Hands, Acapulco Lips, The Gods Themselves, The Knast, and heaps more  @ LoFi Performance Gallery. 21+. $12 advance/$15 at the door. Doors open at 5 p.m.

Power pop elder statesman Paul Collins never quite made the impact of late ’70s peers like The Knack and Cheap Trick, but that wasn’t for want of  insidious sugary hooks goosed with new wave jumpiness. Collins is onto something pretty awesome of late with Garageland Fest, a touring mini-festival headlined by Collins and his band The Beat that showcases bands native to each tour stop. That means you’ll hear a bunch of great Seattle outfits before Collins takes the stage tonight, including the walloping-great hard-pop stylings of Acapulco Lips, guaranteed post-punk-gone-garage-funk nirvana with SunBreak faves The Gods Themselves, and the tasty fuzztone-seasoned sixties revivalism of The Knast, among others. Expect indie vinyl retailers, an unplugged happy hour, and DJs to give you even more reasons to skip work early, and to stay late.

Katie Kate, Tangerine, Thunderpussy, Peeping Tomboys @ The Vera Project. All ages. $10 advance/$15 at the door. Show at 7 p.m.

Four strong local acts populate this fundraiser for Seattle-based non-profit Skate Like a Girl. Katie Kate‘s dance pop dips into hip-hop and electronica with equal grace, and sunny pop ensemble Tangerine took me by very pleasant surprise at Bumbershoot last Labor Day. Local all-femme supergroup  Thunderpussy stomp out throbbing groove rock with balls as big as any all-dude band,  and Peeping Tomboys sound like a bunch of riot grrrls weaned on tribal post-punk.

Chuck Prophet, The Tripwires @ The Tractor Tavern. 21+. $15 at the door. Show at 9 p.m.

Californian Chuck Prophet played in the underrated but pretty awesome Green on Red back in the 80s. His solo work for the last three decades has seen him de-emphasize his former band’s psychedelic touches in favor of a sturdy roots-rock sound–songs that’d sound ideal in a last-chance bar where Bruce Springsteen and Lou Reed share drinks. Get there early to hear The Tripwires, a terrific local power-pop band that includes alumnus from Screaming Trees, The Minus 5, The Young Fresh Fellows, and the Model Rockets.

Saturday, January 17

The Young Evils, Blood Drugs, Hounds of the Wild Hunt @ The Sunset Tavern. 21+. $8 advance/$10 at the door. Show at 9 p.m.

The Young Evils nearly hit the major label big-time last year, until complications with said major label jerked them around to a pretty lame degree. It’s a long story with a happy ending: The Evils got to keep their recordings from those ill-fated sessions. The initial fruit of those labors, last year’s False Starts EP, made for an addictive and awesome companion piece to their equally awesome 2012 Foreign Spells EP. As is frequently the case, early arrival is a must: Blood Drugs‘ scraping art-metal should translate impressively live, and Hounds of the Wild Hunt remain one of Seattle’s flat-out best live rock ensembles.

Hellbat, Silty Loam, The Heels, Bugs @ Blue Moon Tavern. 21+. $6 at the door. Show at 9 p.m.

Hellbat combines rolling psych organs, a driving punk rhythm section, gleefully unhinged call-and-response vocals, and willfully silly lyrics to happiness-inducing effect. The end result sounds like an art-punk band like X Ray Spex providing the soundtrack as Yoko Ono, Kate Pierson, and Jello Biafra beat the shit out of each other, and if the resulting anarchy isn’t fun as hell onstage, I’ll eat one of the two hats I own.

Grayskul, The Nightcappers, Imaginary Friends, guests @ The High Dive. 21+. $8 advance/$10 at the door. Show at 9 p.m.

The E-40 show at the Showbox Sunday night will surely draw a bigger crowd (and it’s got Nacho Picasso providing what’ll be a hell of a warmup), but local boys Grayskul sport imagination and smarts that deserve an equally sizable turnout. They couple their rhymes with a production style that swaddles addictive beats in a wonderfully glitchy and constantly changing framework. And if they’re not as abundant with the party jams as E-40, Grayskul give your brain a little more to chew on, in a good way.

Sunday, January 18

Another One Bites the Dust with Tacocat, Pony Time, Wimps, Kithkin, Chastity Belt, Universe People, Childbirth, and more @ Chop Suey. 21+. $10 day of show. Show at 4 p.m.

Don’t you love how Seattle squashes its smaller live venues by  lunging at development dollars like a mentally-defective toddler stepping on ducklings to get to a gooey candy bar? If by some stretch of the imagination you answered no, then get thee the hell over to Capitol Hill dive Chop Suey for one of its last gasps as a proper music space. It’s impossible to fault the lineup here–picks to click include Tacocat’s sunny yet snarky pop, Kithkin’s always-unbelievable ocean of rhythm, and Childbirth’s hilariously nasty female-centric punk–and the first 250 discounted admissions sold rapidly. Get ready for a long line–and a probable sell-out well before the nights’ end.

Picking the 12 Best Northwest Music Releases of 2012

THEESatistfaction in action. (photo by Tony Kay)
THEESatistfaction in action. (photo by Tony Kay)

So what rocked your socks off this year? For me, there was a lot.

I won’t bother with clucking on about how so many great releases sprang from regional musicians in 2012 that I almost gave up on even compiling a list (even though it’s true). And as far as some far-reaching, all-encompassing summary of the Year in Northwest Music, here goes: A lot of really good two-person bands popped up in town, an exceptional bumper crop of local hip-hop releases surfaced, and a fair amount of bands looked to the sounds of the past (be it way back in the era of the original Girl Groups of the 1950s and ’60’s, or the retro pulse of 1980s new wave) for inspiration, with sterling results.

Enclosed, please find the twelve Northwest releases I listened to the most in the 2012 calendar year–the ones that stirred me most, and to which I’ve continually returned to since their release(s). That means it’s also subjective, informed by what I like and what I’ve been exposed to (much as I heard this year, I didn’t get around to every significant recording by every musician in the Pacific Northwest, for Pete’s Sake). Listen, thank me later, and discuss.

12) Atomic Bride, Dead Air: If you’ve ever wondered what The Cramps and the B-52’s knife-fighting in an alley with Cheap Trick, Dick Dale, and Alice Cooper would sound like, you need to hear Dead Air. Hell, even if you’ve never pondered said scenario you need to hear Dead Air. It’s the best soundtrack for a nonexistent B-movie that I heard in 2012.

11) The Good Sin, The Story of Love X Hate: Not every hip-hop record needs to be stuffed with empty posturing or gaggles of production tricks. Sometimes, all you need is a smart and charismatic MC with a knack for storytelling, some phat beats, and melodies that won’t leave your head. Good Sin delivers refreshingly honest lyrics in a resonant baritone that’s one of the best hip-hop instruments in this town right now. He’s got enough radio-ready tunes to back that voice up, too.

10) Absolute Monarchs, 1: Most new bands plumbing the depths of post-punk music lean towards tweeness, dutifully trotting out jerky rhythms and spiky guitars with precious little substance. Here’s to the Monarchs, then, who turbocharge those elements with undisguised ferocity and jackhammer force. Between his blues-rock growl with My Goodness and his unhinged screaming here, you’d think there were two different Joel Schneiders singing in two great Seattle bands.

9) Tea Cozies, Bang Up EP: Bang Up opens with one of my favorite singles of the year, “Muchos Dracula,” a quintessential slice of Tea Cozies hard-candy buzz pop replete with roller-rink keyboards and stuttering rhythm guitar. The band also deviates from their signature sound to wonderful effect on this EP:  the sweeping psychedelia of “Cosmic Osmo” and the anecdotal melancholy of “Silhouette in a Suitcase” work so famously, you can’t help but ache for a full-length release something fierce.

8) Eighteen Individual Eyes, Unnovae Nights: There’s not much more to say about EIE’s terrific debut that I didn’t say earlier this year–except maybe that Unnovae Nights‘ dark animal passion and jagged power remain undiminished after God knows how many listens.

The Young Evils, Foreign Spells EP: Yeah, there are only four songs. But they’re great pop songs with teeth to compliment the earworm hooks, and they serve as a clarion call for the awesomeness that’s sure to come.

6) Erik Blood, Touch Screens: Blood’s impressive production credits in recent years have obscured his gifts as a musician and songwriter. This dense, swirling concept album about vintage porn–equal parts shoegazer headiness, pulsing electronic danceability, and gothic throb–brings those gifts back into sharp focus.

5) Radiation City, Cool Nightmare EP: I was going to make this year’s list all-Seattle, but then this amazing Portland band forced my hand. Somehow, they toss together cushions of gorgeous harmonies, Beach Boys-style kitchen-sink symphonic bursts, new wave keyboards, bouncy bossanova, and dreamy psychedelia to create catchy, haunting, and utterly indelible songs. If this were a full-length release and not an EP, it’d probably be my favorite Northwest recording all year.

4) Hounds of the Wild Hunt, El Mago: The hooligans formerly known as the Whore Moans have delivered a great rock record, sung with take-it-or-leave-it snarl and delivered with ambition to match its fury. How does a punk band reach for the stars, yet not come off like a bunch of sell-out wimps? This is how.

3) Tomten, Yesterday’s Children:  Tomten leader Brian Noyeswatkins may wear his influences (Village Green-era Kinks, The Zombies, Pulp) on his paisley-print sleeve, but his catchy pop songs and playfully surreal lyrics cast a spell all their own. End result: a record that glitters like Seattle on an unexpected Indian Summer day.

2) Soundgarden, King Animal: Bigger than life, loud as hell, and long overdue, Soundgarden’s newest obliterates the notion that only youngsters can pull off epic, irony-free, truly heavy rock.

1) THEESatisfaction, awE naturalE: Nine months after its initial release, awE naturalE continues to shake my booty, activate my brain, and seduce my ears like nothing else I heard this year. It’s a treasure trove of surprises, packed into a lean 30-minute run time: Smooth Afro-and-female-centric rhymes that make their point without preaching, impossibly luminous singing, and a stripped-down production that nonetheless gains depth and nuance with each listen. Oh, and it grooves like hell. Most critics and fans point to the incomparably cool rubberized funk of “QueenS” as awE naturalE‘s high point–and it’s great–but me, I’m partial to “Deeper,” the most hypnotic and sensual three-plus minutes anyone, anywhere, committed to recorded posterity in 2012.

 

The Young Evils Tear it Up at EP Release Party (Photo Gallery)

The Grizzled Mighty.
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The Young Evils' Mckenzie Mercer.
Troy Nelson of The Young Evils.
The Young Evils' Cody Hurd.
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Mckenzie Mercer of The Young Evils.
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Ryan Granger of The Grizzled Mighty. (Photo by Tony Kay)

(Photo by Tony Kay)

Whitney Petty drums--loudly--for The Grizzled Mighty. (Photo by Tony Kay)

(Photo by Tony Kay)

(Photo by Tony Kay)

Mckenzie Mercer of The Young Evils. (Photo by Tony Kay)

He's young, and he looks pretty evil: Troy Nelson of The Young Evils. (Photo by Tony Kay)

Cody Hurd of The Young Evils. (Photo by Tony Kay)

(Photo by Tony Kay)

Mckenzie Mercer and Eric Wennberg of The Young Evils. (Photo by Tony Kay)

(Photo by Tony Kay)

(Photo by Tony Kay)

(Photo by Tony Kay)

(Photo by Tony Kay)

(Photo by Tony Kay)

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Used to be, EP’s were nothing more than stopgaps between full-length releases–an excuse to get some kind of product, any kind of product, into fans’ hands. But today, with the game inexorably changed by the long-established digital revolution, a tiny handful of follow-up songs can be a major harbinger of a band’s directional change.

That’s a meandering way of saying that Foreign Spells, the latest EP from Seattle’s The Young Evils, rocks way harder than anything on their debut full-length Enchanted Chapel. It’s the sound of a promising young band firing on all eight cylinders and living up to that promise, all in a little over thirteen minutes.

The Young Evils pulled out all the stops for their EP release party last Friday. Great as their recordings have proven to be, they were a revelation live. Old songs accelerated kicking and screaming into the band’s newer, tougher sensibility–and the new material sounded rawer and even more urgent in person.

It helped that the band delivered onstage in a big way. Guitarist/singer Troy Nelson’s normally-detached baritone took on an undercurrent of frantic nervousness, and his hyperkinetic guitar strumming reflected those vocal tics in the best way. Co-vocalist MacKenzie Mercer made for a riveting foil: She’s barely legal drinking age herself (23), but commanded center stage like nobody’s damned business. Together, the lull of their vocal interplay became more intense (and way sexier) in the flesh, pushed on inexorably by the lock-step rhythm section of bassist Michael Lee and new drummer Eric Wennberg.

Oh, yeah, and the whole band looks as cool as they play–which is saying a lot. It’s a fools’ game to predict superstardom for any group in a town brimming with great music, but between Nelson’s punchy songwriting and The Evils’ sharp delivery of the songs, such a lofty scenario seems entirely possible for these guys.

Power duo The Grizzled Mighty opened up the night with a pretty awesome set of blues-inflected, big-riff rock. Ryan Granger worked his way around his guitar licks with serpentine confidence, and drummer Whitney Petty pounded the grooves down with jackhammer force. Two-person bare-bones rock outfits are more plentiful than Starbucks shops around these parts lately, but if they’re all as good as these guys, there’s no reason for anyone to gripe.

The Young Evils Live Up to Their Name on Foreign Spells

Even the graphic for the Young Evils’ new EP cover is kinda creepy.

Evocative band name aside, there’s always been a little hint of the sinister in the sound of the Young Evils.

Sure, most of the songs on their debut full-length Enchanted Chapel jangled with undisguised pop prettiness. But guitarist/songwriter Troy Nelson’s low murmur and McKenzie Mercer’s bell-clear trill of a voice rode in a unison style that could get downright chilling, and some of those puppy-cute melodies sported unexpectedly sharp lyrical teeth. 

Foreign Spells, The Young Evils’ newest EP, doesn’t just drive on the darker side of the street–it does so in a more bad-assed fashion. A lit cigarette hangs petulantly from its mouth as it throws on its leather motorcycle jacket and rides a black Harley straight into  the blackness. And the band’s all the better for it.

Make no mistake, the pop sugar is still there. Mercer still sounds like a cross between Leslie Gore and Debbie Harry, and you can still gleefully hum along to the melodies on Foreign Spells’ quartet of tunes. But the sweetness is offset by increased muscle from the rhythm section (the kickdrum on ‘The Devil’s Barricade’ rattles teeth at the right volume),  and from Nelson’s and Cody Hurd’s louder, more dirtied-up guitars. This time around, the Young Evils sound less like their acknowledged pop heroes The Vaselines and more like those Brill-Building-gone-goth rebels, the Rave0nettes.   

Foreign Spells’ release party takes place tonight at Barboza (tickets $8/doors at 7pm), the new-ish branch of the Capitol Hill Neumo’s mini-empire. And the prospect of hearing the Young Evils deliver their terrific lead single “Dead Animals”  live sounds damn sweet from this corner.