Showing posts with label Ono. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ono. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
2011 : A Year In (Video) Review - TRAILER
Oh, 2011. Instead of making some shitty list nobody agrees with, we're going to give you this instead. In classic "Best Of" fashion, you'll have it before 2012. The main track of this trailer is live, by the wonderful Chicago band OUTER MINDS. Bands to be included in this will be ONO, Cacaw, Mayor Daley, Running, Lechuguillas, Titus Andronicus, Ted Leo, Bad Drugs, Black Lips, Ty Segall, Cave, Rabble Rabble, Wume and more. It won't quite be a documentary. It won't quite be a footage dump. Just something fun and different for you all, which is always what we're after. It'll be in front of your eyes before 2012. Wait for it...
Monday, October 17, 2011
Watch : Cartright live at Mortville...
A few years back, we were taking shots of whiskey at the Mopery, vibing to some dirty noise-rock, when a guy with an ultra-sweet beard came up and handed us a very home-made CD-R wrapped in yellow construction paper. "Take this, we're called Cartright...we're playing soon", he said. So we shoved it in our back pocket, gobbled down the rest of that whiskey, and as these fellows started to play, our eyes went wide and our faces went blank. It was phenomenal. It was unlike anything we had ever heard in that dark, dirty warehouse. Like a bucket of water to the face...more proof that our DIY scene wasn't just a bunch of doped up kids banging on sheets of metal. The thing is, their songs often involve driving, razor-sharp breakdowns with them all whooping and yelling their hearts out in unison, only to switch to a song like this that makes you want to hug your grandmother. It stuck with us ever since. We still jam that album often.
Texas natives Cartright came back, this time to Mortville, with eleven other acts to send off our boys in Lechuguillas. This one puts a lump in our throats. Enjoy :
Texas natives Cartright came back, this time to Mortville, with eleven other acts to send off our boys in Lechuguillas. This one puts a lump in our throats. Enjoy :
Friday, October 7, 2011
R.I.P - Lechuguillas : 13 band send-off tonight at 8PM.
Tonight, at 8pm, we release 2/3 of Lechuguillas into the Texas wild. Without them, the Mopery would not have existed, nor would a huge chunk of what has happened in the last few years. A staple of the Chicago underground scene for years, they were at the height of their power, with a new record to be released...tonight. They probably would have gotten boring or went all fucking prog-rock on us anyway. Chicago has a history of saying goodbye in style, as you may know. If you want a current status of the DIY scene here, well...the line-up is :
Lechuguillas release party for the new record Insurrection of an Erection
Lechuguillas : http://lechuguillas.com/
Velvet Underground : http://www.allmusic.com/artist/the-velvet-underground-p5753
ONO: http://ono1980.com/
Health&Beauty : http://healthbeautyband.com/plexi.html
Gun's N' Roses : http://www.myspace.com/gunsnroses
Naked Island
Plastic Boner Band/Instinct Control : http://www.myspace.com/plasticbonerband / http://liscentric.com/
Battleship : http://battleship.bandcamp.com/
Unmanned Ship : http://www.myspace.com/unmannedship
Judas Priest feat. Thin Lizzy feat. Black Label Society
:http://www.myspace.com/thinlizzynow/music
http://www.myspace.com/210419730
http://www.myspace.com/34131410
Green Pasture Happiness : http://brianlabycz.com/thegreenpasturehappiness
AIDS Goat: http ://www.myspace.com/aidsgoat
Running http://vimeo.com/25751512
Handsome Tyrants : http://www.facebook.com/handsometyrants
Cartright : http://cartrightmusic.com/
Sunsplitter: http://sunsplitter.blogspot.com/
SPECIAL GUEST/M.C. -- Dennis Rodman of your World Champion Chicago Bulls (96-98)
8:30 - FOREVER. Saturday, October 8th. MORTVILLE.
A night for the ages. Bring a cooler.
Cartwright are playing, too! Solid. Don't miss it :
P.S. they're touring on their way, and will be running a record label in Texas. EAT MEAT RECORDS
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Review / Photos : 2011 Hideout Block Party : 15 years of being awesome!
The Hideout is a tiny little gem of Chicago, as you all know. I liken it to a small bar in upper Wisconsin. It's tucked away behind, and surrounded by, sprawling industrial buildings, and a giant parking lot. If you've never been to the Hideout or their block parties, they use that giant parking lot to throw a bash.
A few years back, it was a celebration of Touch and Go records in which Big Black, Girls Against Boys, and Scratch Acid played. After that, Bloodshot. It's always a really well planned, easy-going festival that a lot of other fests should go and take notes on. Very well-ran.
Either way, the Hideout has been at it for so long, and it shows in their musical partnerships. This year, Andrew Bird, White Mystery, Booker T. Jones, Mavis Staples, The Eternals, and more all chipped in to throw a good party.
Yes, I know, we missed a few acts. One cannot stand in one spot for 12 hours straight. Apologies if you don't find what you're looking for in this review!
Tim Tutten wasn't short on funny and inspiring words.
It started with Steve Krakow (from Plastic Crimewave, Solar Fox) holding a celestial "guitar orchestra" where anyone and everyone could get in for free if you brought a musical instrument. That's right...show up early, get in free. It was pouring rain up until, well, the moment it was supposed to start. The clouds parted, as if a gift to the festival itself, and the sun came out.
Travis from ONO had a megaphone and barreled in a reading from a book he had, which cut in and out of the skreech-drone-blam of the some 20-30 instruments on hand. You had Muya from Humminbird, P. Michael of ONO, children and their families, and many others I didn't recognize.
White Mystery played immediately after, shilling out loud-ass tunes from their new record, and a few old ones peppered in for good measure. The band hasn't slowed down a bit since the last time you saw them, only upping the volume on the knob, screaming and bashing away with reckless abandon.
I do not know the catalog's of Mavis Staples, Booker T. Jones, Andrew Bird, or the Eternals well enough to pick apart their sets and offer you a long, drawn out opinion.
All I can say is this : It's well known that the Hideout is one of the best venues on the planet. Mavis Staples recorded a live record there. Jeff Tweedy just sang fucking Black Eyed Peas songs after Mayor Emanuel hung out. It's a Chicago staple, really. We could go on all night about the who's who that love the little shack on Wabansia, but we won't.
The Eternals played a stellar set, spitting out a few newer tracks that skittered along and got the day well on it's way.
We watched wide-eyed as Booker T. Jones played songs from his back-catalog that spanned decades, so much so that they've been covered and twisted and warped so many times over the years, we were often left laughing at the fact that he actually conceived these songs.
Mavis brought the proverbial house down. A true performer. She brought Andrew Bird on stage for a song. Inspiring. Similar to Booker T where you just hear these songs being played, but they're seasoned with the grit of, well, being sung and played by the actual person that wrote the song in the first place. An amazing set that moved me and shook me to to the core. Maybe because I was so close. Would have loved to see her at that Hideout show. She sure can pose for photos, too.
Andrew, playing a few new ones of his own, seemed to leave everyone really happy. We looked to the side of the stage, as people seemed to clamor for one last hit song after a chunk of new material. We saw the sound guy make the call to stop. People seemed a little bummed, but it certainly didn't put a damper on a rainless day that ended up being a highlight of the last few months.
Few can throw a festival and party like the Hideout. May they have continued success (and continued block parties) for years to come.
Photos :
View the whole set...
WATCH : White Mystery
A few years back, it was a celebration of Touch and Go records in which Big Black, Girls Against Boys, and Scratch Acid played. After that, Bloodshot. It's always a really well planned, easy-going festival that a lot of other fests should go and take notes on. Very well-ran.
Either way, the Hideout has been at it for so long, and it shows in their musical partnerships. This year, Andrew Bird, White Mystery, Booker T. Jones, Mavis Staples, The Eternals, and more all chipped in to throw a good party.
Yes, I know, we missed a few acts. One cannot stand in one spot for 12 hours straight. Apologies if you don't find what you're looking for in this review!
Tim Tutten wasn't short on funny and inspiring words.
It started with Steve Krakow (from Plastic Crimewave, Solar Fox) holding a celestial "guitar orchestra" where anyone and everyone could get in for free if you brought a musical instrument. That's right...show up early, get in free. It was pouring rain up until, well, the moment it was supposed to start. The clouds parted, as if a gift to the festival itself, and the sun came out.
Travis from ONO had a megaphone and barreled in a reading from a book he had, which cut in and out of the skreech-drone-blam of the some 20-30 instruments on hand. You had Muya from Humminbird, P. Michael of ONO, children and their families, and many others I didn't recognize.
White Mystery played immediately after, shilling out loud-ass tunes from their new record, and a few old ones peppered in for good measure. The band hasn't slowed down a bit since the last time you saw them, only upping the volume on the knob, screaming and bashing away with reckless abandon.
I do not know the catalog's of Mavis Staples, Booker T. Jones, Andrew Bird, or the Eternals well enough to pick apart their sets and offer you a long, drawn out opinion.
All I can say is this : It's well known that the Hideout is one of the best venues on the planet. Mavis Staples recorded a live record there. Jeff Tweedy just sang fucking Black Eyed Peas songs after Mayor Emanuel hung out. It's a Chicago staple, really. We could go on all night about the who's who that love the little shack on Wabansia, but we won't.
The Eternals played a stellar set, spitting out a few newer tracks that skittered along and got the day well on it's way.
We watched wide-eyed as Booker T. Jones played songs from his back-catalog that spanned decades, so much so that they've been covered and twisted and warped so many times over the years, we were often left laughing at the fact that he actually conceived these songs.
Mavis brought the proverbial house down. A true performer. She brought Andrew Bird on stage for a song. Inspiring. Similar to Booker T where you just hear these songs being played, but they're seasoned with the grit of, well, being sung and played by the actual person that wrote the song in the first place. An amazing set that moved me and shook me to to the core. Maybe because I was so close. Would have loved to see her at that Hideout show. She sure can pose for photos, too.
Andrew, playing a few new ones of his own, seemed to leave everyone really happy. We looked to the side of the stage, as people seemed to clamor for one last hit song after a chunk of new material. We saw the sound guy make the call to stop. People seemed a little bummed, but it certainly didn't put a damper on a rainless day that ended up being a highlight of the last few months.
Few can throw a festival and party like the Hideout. May they have continued success (and continued block parties) for years to come.
Photos :
View the whole set...
WATCH : White Mystery
Thursday, March 17, 2011
"THE LAST MOPERY SHOW" live documentary gets DVD treatment...OUT NOW!!!
*UPDATE : TRAILER BELOW* 3/21
TRAILER :
The Mopery.
Reading that name, thinking about it...did anyone else get 30 degrees warmer?
The Mopery was a DIY warehouse space that ran for years, not months. It hosted the likes of every band in that poster, and hundreds more.
Ironically, when I had first moved here with my now ex-girlfriend, I stood outside of Pearle Vision while she bought glasses. Vans were outside. Someone came to the grey metal door I hadn't even noticed, with beer. "Ah, you bought me beer!" I said with a smirk. He replied...."No, but what are you doing tonight? I have some bands playing upstairs. We live in tents in a warehouse." I had planned to go to the Empty Bottle for something...don't remember what...but my ex-girlfriend bailed on going out...so I decided to change my plans as well.
I went to the Mopery....alone....
I vividly remember the first time. You entered through a seemingly invisible grey door, on the side of a grocery store! Went up the stairs, through a small hallway, into another heavy metal door with ragged metal for a handle. In the summer, the heat hit you first. I walked in to smiles. Nods. Someone told me to put my beer in the fridge...yeah...that big one over there with the sliding doors. Nobody took it. While this may not be all of your experiences, I'm almost positive a single beer of mine was never taken at the Mopery.
Five bands played in three different spots that night. One by some couches, then in the back corner...in the kitchen...near the industrial sized slop sink...and out in the open. Where the masses shoved and swelled.
I went back over 50 times, half of them alone. It didn't matter. Everyone was nice. Shit got crazy! People gave you booze, threw water on an exhausted crowd, and stories about what was happening. They were respectful. It felt like my own personal Ninja Turtles or Hackers hideout. We all smoked cigarettes and got our eardrums blown out by crazy shit. I met Alex White. Travis and Michael P. So many wonderful folks that to this day have shown nothing but appreciation, dedication, and love for creating a collective music scene.
It was the Mopery's gloriously disgusting charm that made me fall in love with this city's underground scene.
This last show...this was a madman marathon that when explained, would make people laugh.
Lechuguillas
Running
Loose Dudes
Paper Mice
Bad Drugs
Unmanned Ship
Sunsplitter
Ono
Mark Solotroff
Jason Soliday
Battleship
Sunglasses
and Tiger Hatchery
8:30 - Forever
Having a cooler, and being there since 9 p.m....I remember getting a little hazy around 1 a.m., after Paper Mice played. It was basically the half-way point. The air started to get hot. You could see waves. I don't think we were even breathing anything except hot, gaseous fumes at the end of the night. We all drank the kool-aid, and stumbled out from 4-6 a.m., wondering if this really was the end...
Really though, it was the music that won. If you don't care, that's fine, but you can't say it wasn't important. My friend Brian brings up the times we went there on a monthly basis. It left a deep impression. It was a dirty, hot, disgusting mess...but it was ours. Never have I felt so comfortable walking into a dark warehouse with not a single person I knew surrounding me. It sparked something.
Naturally, there were many, many cameras.
I know a lot of you have footage. You should hit me up and we should collect it all.
Victor Spatafora took it upon himself to bring a completely ridiculous 1080p camera into that last show...and the end result is amazing. Footage by 90% of the bands. I think EVERYONE missed filming ONO for some reason.
I gave him a few videos I had, and the end result is 38 minutes of stories from all of you...mayhem...blood...endless amounts of every type of liquid, scream, and noise you can imagine.
so HOW DO I GET THIS, you ask?!?!
If you would like one, e-mail me @ hotmetaldobermans@gmail.com. If you'd like to donate a buck or two for materials, feel free.
There are a few copies of this at Reckless Records, right now, for $6. Permanent on Chicago Ave...call them before you go, they're going in and out.
Victor is asking $5 suggested donation, whatever's in your pockets, hugs, whiskey, whatever. the materials are well-done and rad. Good artwork! I actually bought mine at Reckless just so I could come home and make this post. Best $6 i've ever spent.
We should compile footage. Maybe one day a full 9 hour version can be released. Just kidding. Pretty safe to say I don't think anyone needs to see the intricate details of how this played out.
I can honestly say, I was blown away by how great it ended up. Instant classic!
DVD :
These are some I took of the last night :
TRAILER :
The Mopery.
Reading that name, thinking about it...did anyone else get 30 degrees warmer?
The Mopery was a DIY warehouse space that ran for years, not months. It hosted the likes of every band in that poster, and hundreds more.
Ironically, when I had first moved here with my now ex-girlfriend, I stood outside of Pearle Vision while she bought glasses. Vans were outside. Someone came to the grey metal door I hadn't even noticed, with beer. "Ah, you bought me beer!" I said with a smirk. He replied...."No, but what are you doing tonight? I have some bands playing upstairs. We live in tents in a warehouse." I had planned to go to the Empty Bottle for something...don't remember what...but my ex-girlfriend bailed on going out...so I decided to change my plans as well.
I went to the Mopery....alone....
I vividly remember the first time. You entered through a seemingly invisible grey door, on the side of a grocery store! Went up the stairs, through a small hallway, into another heavy metal door with ragged metal for a handle. In the summer, the heat hit you first. I walked in to smiles. Nods. Someone told me to put my beer in the fridge...yeah...that big one over there with the sliding doors. Nobody took it. While this may not be all of your experiences, I'm almost positive a single beer of mine was never taken at the Mopery.
Five bands played in three different spots that night. One by some couches, then in the back corner...in the kitchen...near the industrial sized slop sink...and out in the open. Where the masses shoved and swelled.
I went back over 50 times, half of them alone. It didn't matter. Everyone was nice. Shit got crazy! People gave you booze, threw water on an exhausted crowd, and stories about what was happening. They were respectful. It felt like my own personal Ninja Turtles or Hackers hideout. We all smoked cigarettes and got our eardrums blown out by crazy shit. I met Alex White. Travis and Michael P. So many wonderful folks that to this day have shown nothing but appreciation, dedication, and love for creating a collective music scene.
It was the Mopery's gloriously disgusting charm that made me fall in love with this city's underground scene.
This last show...this was a madman marathon that when explained, would make people laugh.
Lechuguillas
Running
Loose Dudes
Paper Mice
Bad Drugs
Unmanned Ship
Sunsplitter
Ono
Mark Solotroff
Jason Soliday
Battleship
Sunglasses
and Tiger Hatchery
8:30 - Forever
Having a cooler, and being there since 9 p.m....I remember getting a little hazy around 1 a.m., after Paper Mice played. It was basically the half-way point. The air started to get hot. You could see waves. I don't think we were even breathing anything except hot, gaseous fumes at the end of the night. We all drank the kool-aid, and stumbled out from 4-6 a.m., wondering if this really was the end...
Really though, it was the music that won. If you don't care, that's fine, but you can't say it wasn't important. My friend Brian brings up the times we went there on a monthly basis. It left a deep impression. It was a dirty, hot, disgusting mess...but it was ours. Never have I felt so comfortable walking into a dark warehouse with not a single person I knew surrounding me. It sparked something.
Naturally, there were many, many cameras.
I know a lot of you have footage. You should hit me up and we should collect it all.
Victor Spatafora took it upon himself to bring a completely ridiculous 1080p camera into that last show...and the end result is amazing. Footage by 90% of the bands. I think EVERYONE missed filming ONO for some reason.
I gave him a few videos I had, and the end result is 38 minutes of stories from all of you...mayhem...blood...endless amounts of every type of liquid, scream, and noise you can imagine.
so HOW DO I GET THIS, you ask?!?!
If you would like one, e-mail me @ hotmetaldobermans@gmail.com. If you'd like to donate a buck or two for materials, feel free.
There are a few copies of this at Reckless Records, right now, for $6. Permanent on Chicago Ave...call them before you go, they're going in and out.
Victor is asking $5 suggested donation, whatever's in your pockets, hugs, whiskey, whatever. the materials are well-done and rad. Good artwork! I actually bought mine at Reckless just so I could come home and make this post. Best $6 i've ever spent.
We should compile footage. Maybe one day a full 9 hour version can be released. Just kidding. Pretty safe to say I don't think anyone needs to see the intricate details of how this played out.
I can honestly say, I was blown away by how great it ended up. Instant classic!
DVD :
These are some I took of the last night :
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