Bent Shapes NYC Record Release

Bent Shapes NYC Record Release

Big Quiet, Scupper, Summer Saints

Sat, March 12, 2016

8:00 pm

Union Pool

Brooklyn, NY

$10.00

Tickets at the Door

This event is 21 and over

Bent Shapes
Bent Shapes
Hyperliterate, tightly-wound, and irreverent, Bent Shapes released a string of cassettes, flexis, 7"s, and even VHS tapes under the name Girlfriends from 2009 until their debut full-length, Feels Weird, arrived in 2013 under their new moniker. Their output has earned them praise from outlets as diverse as Maximum Rocknroll, NPR, and Pitchfork, and led to tours and shows with John Vanderslice, Fucked Up, Ted Leo, and The Bats. The band spent early 2015 recording their second LP with Elio DeLuca (Titus Andronicus), promising an album full of meditations on mental illness, the struggle to bring goodness into the world, and faith in humanity as a renewable resource.
Big Quiet
Big Quiet
As with a lot of great bands, when you really listen to Big Quiet, you understand the depth of its attendant members’ music fanship. These three know their source material, whether it’s Athens, GA in 1982, Scotland in 1988, or New York right now. The Brooklyn trio's knowledge of jangle rock and post-punk history is real, and they’ll talk your ear off about it if you ever ask. But what Big Quiet plays isn’t just some kind of stoic record-collector rock. In a live setting, you’re struck by their sheer viscerality and volume. Marisa Cerio’s Rickenbacker can scorch faces, dousing her rapid-fire strumming in treble and reverb. She belts out a song so emphatically; you’d think she’s trying to sing to the next room over. Chris Matheson’s steady, propulsive bass erupts in a gnarl at just the moments. Stephen Perry’s drum beats are all manic, percolating, tom-thumping bounce. You don’t take bathroom breaks during Big Quiet’s set. They’ll be onto the next song and the next idea before you get back.
Big Quiet’s debut, self titled full-length takes the melodic, post-punk power-trio impact of the band’s live set and expands into a rewarding “headphone experience.” Aided by legendary producer Mitch Easter (R.E.M., Let’s Active, Pavement, Ex Hex, The dBs) the band folded into the record some subtle but compelling flourishes, extra layers of vocal and instrumental melody and harmony. In the context of the record, Big Quiet’s pop chops are clear — the sound is ever so slightly sweetened in the studio, while wisely retaining the muscle that makes them such a powerful live entity.
Scupper
Scupper
Like the millennial squishing of dumb rock into diamonds that eventually adorn dames' fingers, it's the geezers - intimate with dreams crushed by the hard knox of indifference - who're truly capable of squeezing out acerbic pop gems that burn hot. They know. Back when the earth was young, SCUPPER'S Mike Janson licked gold encrusted sushi bowls with the darlings of alt rock supremacy during his time with Lynnfield Pioneers. They issued two weirdly great long players on Matador in the mid 90s, only to have their ruins smote upon the mountainside of pop culture refuse before the first iPod was invented. But like Gandalf before him, a reconstituted Janson alighted in his bedroom during the calendar year of 2014 to deliver seven inches of home demos that Still Single's Doug Mosurock called the "best thing I've heard of its kind since discovering the Connections records last year..." No less an aficionado of such things as Aging Baldini at Fuckin' Record Reviews hailed Janson as "the Carole King of basement power bomp." Janson's since fleshed out his new blood vision with bassist Andrew Shumway (defected from the Jersey City suburban basement Lizzy/Priest smoke out collective ÄSS, where he traded ümlauty riffs with WFMU's Brian Turner and former Crucifucks drummer Steve Shelley) and drummer Richard Amari, who brings a level of combustible professionalism with which indie rockers are too often unfamiliar. Together, they're as sharp and tight as a giant burning orb stuffed inside the velvet balcony at Radio City.
SCUPPER have a new seven inch due in early 2016 on NYC's ever/never (OBNOX, BALLROOM, RICHARD PAPIERCUTS, et al), after a brief but successful flirtation with Paul Bruno's Unblinking Ear. As has been asked elsewhere, how can you not be in love with these times when pop diamonds like these are spilling over into the streets? Also, they are not prog.
Summer Saints
Summer Saints
Summer Saints is a 3-man band from Brooklyn. They'd like to think they sound like Dinosaur Jr, Husker Du and GBV. Check out their new tape/free online album "Habit Life" on the Bandcamp page.
Venue Information:
Union Pool
484 Union Ave
Brooklyn, NY, 11211
http://www.union-pool.com/