All week, I’ve really just been getting excited for the weekend, honestly. Saturday evening Wild Moth
celebrates their LP Over, Again
at Thee Parkside with local support from Permanent Collection and No Tongue
. Over, Again
came out Tuesday on Asian Man records, and you can stream the entire thing on PunkNews.Org
. Also — even though it’s everyone’s habit to show up late to shows, consider checking out the lesser known opening band, No Tongue. They’re an Oakland four-piece who just released a 7-inch this month
, suggested for fans of more DIY hardcore and melodic post-punk such as Comadre or Funeral Diner.
Jason: I first witnessed the spectacle that is Nashville’s Diarrhea Planet when they took the stage at Bottom of the Hill last fall at an opening gig for JEFF The Brotherhood. Having never heard a single note of their music before that moment, I was overwhelmed by their four guitar assault and immediately taken by their energy, their cohesiveness, and the undeniable hooks in their pop-punk meets hair metal sound – not to mention their penchant for playing their guitars behind their heads and with their teeth. Despite their unfortunate name (and the equally unfortunate name of their best known song to date, “Ghost With A Boner”), Diarrhea Planet had me at hello. Now, they’re back with a new album I’m Rich Beyond Your Wildest Dreams (via the Orrall brothers’ Infinity Cat Recordings), and it’s full of even more glorious, fist-pumping anthems. Watch the video for “Separations” below, and then kick yourself because (like me) you missed them at Brick and Mortar on Tuesday night.
Zack: In the most bittersweet press release I’ve ever read, my favorite musician Carey Mercer announced on Tuesday that he will self-release Carey’s Cold Spring, the latest LP for his main project Frog Eyes in early October and, sadly, that he has been diagnosed with throat cancer. He released one track on Tuesday, the album closer “Claxxon’s Lament”, an old song that Mercer was inspired to re-record after playing it for his dying father. As always, the song gives Mercer’s voice center stage to form a desperate yet triumphant plea, while bright, trembling guitars pierce through a creeping, deathly gloom. With his father’s death and his own diagnosis with cancer, I can’t help but think back to one of his cleverest lines from a very old Frog Eyes album: “You better hold tight, because even cancer needs a home.” Or, hopefully more convincing to the infinite void of the universe (the only one listening), I could reference Mercer’s 2012 masterpiece, Fuck Death. Seriously.
Pre-order the album for $10 CAD on Frog Eyes’ Bandcamp.