Infringement Fundraiser / Chili Cookoff@ Nobody’s 1/30/2009

Performance Art in a Vacuum

a Rudy Sizzle review

Hello. What? Art is expression? Sure. I guess if you want to express yourself, you are entitled to do so in any way you see fit. The more you attempt to explain yourself though, the less the definition sticks, so just let your freak flag blow freely in the wind and have no concern as to what intellectual jerks and scornful sour pusses might take away from your zeal and eccentricities as you wiggle into your hipster clown suit and bang away on your Microkorg on a dirty basement floor. REMEMBER GRASSHOPPER: It is crucial to remain vigilant to ones own Id, appearing unscathed by the criticisms of anyone. You can transcend judgment by being the lightning rod that sets fire to that barn full of gas tanks. We’ve all been scrutinized by someone, there is always a pair of eyes attached to a nasty brain waiting to slice us up & cut us down to the size with a diatribe of venomous slander and opinions as far as the eye can see. No one is impervious to this; it’s just how thick your skin gets that makes the difference in the long run. You need to see yourself as a warrior and the battle is that stage, floor, whatever.

I am convinced that the above is a thesis for some lunatic staring intently in the mirror, dressed in a chicken suit with a banjo running through a loop station and a future gig booked @ (insert art space) as part of this years up coming Infringement Festival. I am not surprised that the Infringement Festival exists and that Buffalo has a sizable contingency of freaks and geeks that get hyped up over it. I love seeing people spill out of the shells, leaving the comfort of their bedroom to emulate the likes of Laurie Anderson, John Cage and Tony Conrad. Noise makers, avant-garde poets, theatrical misfits, jokesters and everything above and beyond congregate in unique settings to expose an alternative to the socially accepted “alternative” music and art scene. It is left of the left. Tending to be a rallying cry for local misanthropes who rarely leave the weirdness dungeon (or their video game stations), the Infringement Festival is good for someone who is uptight and used to a homeostasis that is flannel button downs and "indie rock cool" like me. I mean, I love experimental music as much as the next guy, but being immersed in an entire event dedicated to the crème of Buffalo’s freaky crop is a good dose of reality for us square pegs.

Freeze frame: Me, standing in the middle of the NAC (Nobody’s Art Center), ingesting homemade Chili and slugging down a delicious stout bought @ Mobil on the Run last Saturday. Life is weird. I stood there for a moment fixated on the painting of what seemed to be an impressionist piece of an ice cream melting City Hall done in Lemon Yellow and Purple and realized that the chili I liked the best was painted by the artist, Jason Klinger. Damn. He is really talented in both culinary art and fine art. I cannot paint anything except for skeletons with snakes coming out of their eye sockets (thanks heavy metal upbringing) and Slash portraits (thanks heavy metal upbringing, yet again!) I used to think that fine art was out of my league to criticize and that my opinions were of no consequence. There is some truth to this, and this can also be said for critiquing ones performance art. How the hell am I going to know why Gallagher smashes Watermelons? Eugene Chadbourne amplifies a rake, scratching it across the stage nonsensically and an audience of onlookers act impressed, while Pam and I stand there packing up the last of our gear post set thinking “what are we doing wrong?” There is no wrong or right in performance art. It is completely the moment’s notice, an impulse, totally unexpected and Id driven. This is something that resonated quite clearly at Nobody’s last Saturday.

I stood watching amazed and smiling watching The Dense, one of the finest examples of a local all-star lineup held in check by neurosis and gravity. The old adage “you don’t know what you’ve got, until it’s gone” aptly applies to the Dense playing their final show last Saturday. It was a shame to hear Andrew Sannes (the main impetus for the bands anxiety and overall live expression) state gloomily, “this is it for us folks, the last time we’ll all be playing together.” I love the Dense. There is no better example of raw catharsis with insanity as the glue then this band. They are genuine and the songs are great. No filler bullshit the music is stark and at times a throwback to early DEVO, the Dense is Buffalo music in a nutshell. Underdogs, freaks, odd ball textures (2 basses, a strange poly-synth droning throughout the set and bizarre manic vocals) with songs that tear across the room with abandon. I felt like I was watching early Floyd with Barrett. I am convinced that people will find a CD-r demo of them in 10 years and wax nostalgic about how amazing they were at this little art space back in the day. This shit never surprises me-- I always feel like the best things get swept under the rug or left in a box in the attic.



The other performances of the night were supplied by local dynamic Duo, A Hotel Nourishing & the Blue Laser. AHN is remarkable and rarely disappoints. Their music is taut and furious, somewhere between mid 90’s post punk and “For Respect” era Don Cab. If you find yourself watching them and thinking, “damn!” that is usually the common response yielded from AHN live. I’ve seen them on many occasion and this was no exception to their sheer kinetic force and explosion of sound.



Blue Lazer took to the stage last, but certainly not least in any way. There was a bit of downtime between the change-over but in the end it was well worth the 30 minute wait. Featuring a cast of bongo drum (with a contact microphone attached and boy was it loud!) and two keyboardists (one schooled, one not so schooled). The main thrust of the Blue Lazer set was a rant comprised of nonsense and strangely matter of fact humor that Blue Laser front man, Tim Sentman (Blue Laser), writes and rehearses! I found myself catching random lines that evoked hilarious imagery of intergalactic time travel, pizza delivery, cats in outer space and something about the weather. All in all, Blue Laser was a nice way to cap off an evening of unusual vibes and energy.

Patrons of Sweet: Nothing Drastic

Full Disclosure: Patrons Of Sweet frontman Vic Lazar contributes and is a friend to this blog. Although Vic's input here has been limited lately, he has been associated with myself and silo3 for the past several years.

Vic Lazar has been one of the greatest local musicians for the past 15 years, at least. His roster of past and present projects could fill a festival roster twice over. From His epic singer/songwriter work as Vox Humana, to being one third of the post-punk prog legends Knife Crazy, to His timeless ambient-electro collab with Pam Swarts in VictoryBlackLightHoney.

Ahem, with that out of the way...


Patrons of Sweet is like a 48-oz. steak, cut straight from the cow and tossed on the coals of an open-pit fire. Charred on the outside and bloody within, the is nothing subtle going on here. At times, the new record Nothing Drastic-- like last years Go Whatevers!, can be a ham-fisted take on mid-90s college rock. Throughout much of the album, Lazar and company switch between two volumes: 8 and 11. With an emphasis on urgency, the songs never have a chance to breath as the band throws in a new riff, tempo change, or vocal line almost every four bars. There are virtually no intro passages, no instrumental sections, no interludes, no crescendos, and no codas. As a rule, most of Nothing Drastic rarely comes within a whiff of anything that could be described as a groove. One of the only exceptions can be found in the album's transcendent closer-- "Under Such Heavy Surveillance."

A lack of repetitive grooves runs counter-intuitive to what one might expect from a group heavily influenced by 90s rock. Laying down a groove is a tool that last decade's alt-rockers wielded masterfully. From Fugazi to My Bloody Valentine to the Pixies and Nirvana, these bands knew the value of letting their songs breath and bounce.

The 90s also saw the renaissance of original guitar playing and like so many other Vic Lazar records, Nothing Drastic excels as a guitar masterstroke. While not entirely technical, the album is chock-full of original and unexpected twists and turns of the guitar phrase. Nothing Drastic should be required listening for anyone cynical of our local talent.

Many of the songs on this new record are obtuse and multilayered, revealing more to the listener with each successive pass through. With that in mind, The Patrons are at their absolute best when unloading titanic hooks, as first evidenced in the somewhat poppier Go Whatevers! "There's No More Room in the Beehive" and "Almost Executable" are two songs on Nothing Drastic that showcase the new lineup, with drummer Dave Bordin and bass player Matt Lavin, in full pop-bombast. However, these moments are too few and far between and could be evidence the band is still better off basking in the sunlight rather than wallowing in the muck.

Redwater DIY: part 2

As a part of our continuing series on the recording of Redwater's new album Time is a Lie, the band takes a break from mixing to sit down with Silo3. The band talks about using the DIY recording process to deliberately distill a multitude of rock influences in the process of making their new record. (Part one of Redwater DIY can be read here.)

THE METAL DETECTOR: Christmas Edition

the METAL DETECTOR

with Al Wreckless

As every metal fan knows, metal is not just a musical style; it’s a way of life. And it takes commitment. To truly be metal, at least 83% of your world must be classified as metal. Unfortunately, in the modern climate of the world, lines between reality and fiction are blurred more than ever. It’s getting harder and harder to determine what is truly metal. That’s why you need THE METAL DETECTOR.


Today, we take a look at Christmas. There is probably no more polarizing holiday than Christmas. On the one hand, it was intended as a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ but has been commercialized into a crass materialistic season where people will literally kill one another for a good deal. Mortification would disapprove.

On the other hand, it’s a crass materialistic holiday about spending money. KISS would highly approve. In fact, I think Gene Simmons took a copyright on the whole concept of Christmas and we now all owe him some royalties.

Christmas started as a way of co-opting the Pagan festival of Dies Natalis Solis Invicti. The entire Norwegian black metal scene would disapprove. Christmas also minimizes the importance of Hanukah. Orphaned Land would disapprove.

In the end, no matter how much fun it is, Christmas isn’t very metal. On a scale of one to ten Manowars, it only rates a 2.7. And that’s simply because of this--

WTF chic

This fall has produced more than its share of WTFs: Weezer with Kenny G, Grizzly Bear with Michael MacDonald, Animal Collective sampling Zamfir, the Weezer Snuggie (let's face it Weezer has been one big WTF since Matt Sharp left.)

So what the fuck? Why are artists so geeked on being uncool? One possibility is a visceral reaction to the hipster culture that has spread to every corner of society. One could easily imagine the shaggy-haired hipster reaching for his iPhone at the first toots of Zamfir's pan-flute (mission accomplished!) In much the same way that Twee was punking the punks, WTF could be kicking cool kids in their girl-jean crotches. Of course, the irony of this explanation is it would mean that this is a calculated move rather than an organic outgrowth.

And, if there was anything sinister about the last decades obsession with hipsterdom-- it was the subculture's cold calculation. The explosion of media and meta-media fed into a vicious cycle of microtrends and hyperawareness. Keeping up with everything was only a click away and hipster clones quickly began rolling off factory lines. From the denizens in the deepest enclaves in Brooklyn to flood victims in the Midwest as seen on the evening news, faux-hawks and Strokes look-a-likes dotted the American landscape from coat to coast and campus to campus.

So as underground culture searches for a post-hipster identity and forces itself to un-ironically (gasp!) embrace its inner Pee Wee Herman, we may have to withstand periodic jolts of uber-uncool. Just open wide and try to relax-- like the micro-fads before, it'll be over before you know it.

Local, Live Alt-Rappers Stay On Message

Before the Benjis and the bling, hip-hoppers were all about a backbeat and a message. Whether it was De La Soul talking peace and love or KRS-One dropping knowledge, these "golden age-rs" emphasized content and commotion instead of an image or street cred. A wave of locals are returning to this ethos of early hip-hop only to take it in a new direction. Some are taking it to its more abstract, its more extreme, while others infuse the genre with new ideas and sounds. The results can be strange and abrasive one minute and propulsively upbeat the next.

BloodThirsty Vegans started as a cadre of artists playing only a once a year benefit show. A lineup began to solidify around a couple of MCs and the same core group has been together for about eight months. MC Vendetta, née Janna Willoughby, and My Rap name is Alex are the two vocalists/ MCs that anchor the variety of musical styles that the band delves into. While the term "skip hop" has been thrown around, in reference to the band's frequent fusion of ska and hip-hop, the Vegans musical style varies widely and remains difficult to pin down. Both MCs deliver rapid-fire quasi-ragamuffin style lyrics over this bubbling stew uptempo musical styles. The band says they differ from most live hip-hop acts in that they write tightly compacted definitive songs as opposed to a more "jam bandy" approach. Alex explains one unifying musical theme: "You should get up off your ass and dance."

Unifying the band as well is the message-driven content of their lyrics. The Vegans espouse a "call-to-action" mentality and challenge their audience both to appreciate what's around them and to get active, not only on the dance floor but in the community as well.

"I started writing to have an impact," says Alex. "But you can't have nearly the impact if people don't enjoy it."

"And we try to (have an impact) with the way we produce as a band too," adds primary drummer _dave. "We're getting our CD cases printed locally and on green materials; and we get our shirts prints locally."

The band continues to play more frequently than ever including many benefit shows that support a variety of causes.

"At zero money," says _dave. "But that's just cause we like playing a lot."
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Another message driven artist steeped in the hip-hop ethos is Jack Topht (which, by the way, not a stage name). Along with The Vegetables, his partner Lindsey Grate who plays a drum kit and a variety of keyboards, Topht takes rap music to that more bizarre, abstract place. Adding elements of folk, punk, bedroom pop, and freak rock, his act is one part music, one part performance art.

"Me and Linds never really fit in with anybody," says Topht. "We do three or four rap songs, and then we got these quirky pop songs that don't really sound like anything... so I think we fit in with a lot of bands, but at the same time we don't fit in with any bands. We're like a punk rock band, or like, a weird pop band and we kind of make sense with noise bands too, cause we have an original sound."
Topht raps and sings over a myriad of beat-driven songs, which he describes as "light-hearted, upbeat and fun." He also tries to include what he calls "pep talk songs", songs that exude a positive, motivational message to serve as reassurance in a harsh reality.

"Those are the major theme's I try and cover: life's weird, do your best, stuff like that you know?"

The band recently took these themes on the road, playing shows across the Midwest and up the West Coast. Topht says the band played with a variety of acts, in a variety of settings: a sweltering basement in Reno, a garage rock fest in San Diego, an art-house/performance space in Montana. He says they translated well at almost every show in almost every city. They returned to Buffalo ready to record another full length album.
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Zev is another artist skewing the old school ethos. A Ph.D candidate at SUNY Buffalo, Zev has his fingers in many pies. He performs both as a solo act, backed by prerecorded beats, and with live bands as well. As a solo performer and producer, his sound can be dark, rich and cinematic.

"I definitely like lush soundscapes and multi-layered stuff," says Zev. "A lot of influence (for me) comes from really early boom-bap, real stripped down stuff. But I definitely prefer more lush stuff."

As someone who's been performing with bands since the late 90's, Zev is also in touch with the live, more tactile approach to musical performance.He tailors the live hip-hop versions of his songs to arrangements written by the particular group he's working with at the time, whether it be with local indie rockers notic or musicians from an artist group called the Intangible Collective.

Some 80's and 90's rappers had an overtly political or social messages. Public Enemy, NWA, and Ice-T all drove home their message with scathing indictments of both the community and the system around them. Zev tends to stay away from hot button topics that might turn off listeners and instead focuses on more introspective issues.

"I talk about the sense of alienation (that comes from) living in this sort of, weird post-modern world and the sort of questions of identity that I think a lot people in this country and around world that people are asking themselves," he explains. "So, basically the unrest that comes from being a compassionate individual in this exceedingly violent world."

Zev performs, when time allows, at traditional venues and art spaces alike. He says while school and other endeavors take up much of his time, making music and performing in Buffalo are passions he finds time for.

"Buffalo has such a great music scene: its close knit, its good size and its definitely made me feel that I should keep doing this stuff cause there's really a lot happening here."

THE METAL DETECTOR: Twitter

the METAL DETECTOR
with Al Wreckless

As every metal fan knows, metal is not just a musical style; it’s a way of life. And it takes commitment. To truly be metal, at least 83% of your world must be classified as metal. Unfortunately, in the modern climate of the world, lines between reality and fiction are blurred more than ever. It’s getting harder and harder to determine what is truly metal. That’s why you need THE METAL DETECTOR.


Today, we take a look at social networking website Twitter. If you don’t know what Twitter is, then you’re the ultimate hermit and therefore truly metal and don’t need this column for help.

Like other social network tools, Twitter allows long-lost friends, family and random strangers with little in common to connect and keep up on each other’s lives. Metallica would approve. I think. I’m not sure what their stance on fan interaction is these days.

Twitter has found a surprising audience with the older generation. Even congressmen have taken to tweeting during Obama speeches. There is no age limit to be a twitterer. Ronnie James Dio would approve.

On the other hand, Twitter limits you to 140 characters per post. Anything you say has to brief, thus preventing something truly epic. Voivod would strongly disapprove.

Truthfully, social network websites are pretty lame and populated by Top 40 fans and wimpy emo nerds. In other words, the very people metalheads should be beating up. On a scale of one to ten Manowars, Twitter scores a pitiful 1.3. Stick with MySpace, at least you can customize your profile page to look evil and force people to listen to some crunching metal.