Bottom of the Hill. The venue oozes with offbeat charm, which is promptly eaten up by it’s hipster frequenters. Tonight, the hooded, skinny-jeaned, purposefully unkempt tastemakers greet me at the corner with their too-cool-for-school clan stares. I snarl in return and go inside.Mi Ami, locals who attract this type, are onstage. [...]
'King Of Jeans' is an incoherent, drunken mess of an album; stumbling through the room like the 15 year-old girl who snuck into the party and drank half a bottle of that green stuff that no one else dared to touch.
If, like me, you let out an audible shriek of delight when you heard the Jesus Lizard was getting back together, then it's hard not to love the Pissed Jeans, a band that will inevitably be called the Jesus Lizard's "successors" for months to come. But if my personal taste for noise is not shared by most, allow me to explain why King of Jeans may be the most essential noise rock release of the past
Punk is the domain of youth. Over the years its initial rebellious edge has been largely filed down to a nub with the palatable smoothness of an infant’s spoon, yet the fact remains that, even co-opted and corrupted by vapidity and consumerism, it remains young people’s music. Some choose to argue pointlessly and [...]
Wow, these guys are freaking amazing. I was blown away by their set last night here in Philly. So raw, so Iggy-meets-Kurt. Awesome. Have a look for yourself (more on my video blog Live Music Journal): Pissed Jeans Live 6/15/07 from (( magdalenus )) on Vimeo
If, like me, you let out an audible shriek of delight when you heard the Jesus Lizard was getting back together, then it's hard not to love the Pissed Jeans, a band that will inevitably be called the Jesus Lizard's "successors" for months to come. But if my personal taste for noise is not shared by most, allow me to explain why King of Jeans may be the most essential noise rock release of the past
'King Of Jeans' is an incoherent, drunken mess of an album; stumbling through the room like the 15 year-old girl who snuck into the party and drank half a bottle of that green stuff that no one else dared to touch.
Bottom of the Hill. The venue oozes with offbeat charm, which is promptly eaten up by it’s hipster frequenters. Tonight, the hooded, skinny-jeaned, purposefully unkempt tastemakers greet me at the corner with their too-cool-for-school clan stares. I snarl in return and go inside.Mi Ami, locals who attract this type, are onstage. [...]