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Cityzen.tv
Presents:
In Association With Trash!
BurningAngel.com
& Don Hill's
Trash!
New
Year's
Eve
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The
Affair:
1AM
Unlike many of the bands causing a stir in New York City
as of late - the garage bands tipping their hats to the
Stooges; the Gang of Four obsessed noise-meets-disco outfits;
and the retro-futurists with Kraftwerk on the brain -
the Affair don't fit easily into any compartments. Built
on a foundation of girl-group wistfulness spiked with
tough-chick lyricism, their seductive stilettos-and-lipstick
pop comes wrapped in punk sandpaper. The Affair deliver
a hit that feels like a kiss. In their songs, the sex
kitten may purr contentedly, but her claws are razor sharp.
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In the
year since Kali Holloway (vocals, lyrics), Nelson Dellamaggiore
(bass), Neel Arant (keyboards/guitar), Josh Leeman (lead
guitar) and Marc Pattini (drums) first stepped on a stage
together, the band has garnered a healthy buzz that has
earned them opening slots with the Kills, Junior Senior
and Electric Six and praise in both local and European music
journals. They've also caught the attention of Vice Records,
which will release their first single "Honey."
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Much of
the attention has focused on the Affair's ability to meld
their proto-punk and new wave allegiances with their keen
pop sensibilities, and praise has been heaped upon Kali's
vocal prowess by likening her to icons as disparate as Donna
Summer, Siouxsie Sioux and Debbie Harry.
While comparisons to past
heavyweights may be flattering, the Affair have arrived
at a sound that transcends bandwagon-jumping. If you still
haven't heard them, here's your chance to listen to the
new sound of New York City.
(from
theaffairnyc.com) |
The Affair Photos by Jasper Cooldige (www.jenyk.com) |
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Unisex
Salon:
12AM
Unisex Salon is a motley crue of young visual artists and
models who put a distinctly rock spin on 80s-inspired New
Wave pop. Formed in an East Village basement under the aegis
of renowned Strokes producer Gordon Raphael, the band's
sexy, high-energy shows and original dance-rock sound attracted
a loyal following within a matter of months. With a garage-mod
look and a sound that combines bombastic girl-boy vocals,
analog synths, squealing guitar solos and arena-rock drums,
Unisex Salon is rocking its way into the hearts and minds
of young Americans from New York to LA.
(from unisexsalonband.com) |
Americana:
11PM
Nothing kills the
mood like neutrality...
Which is why Americana
is taking a position. Several, in fact. In the Spring of
2004, when the band was still just a dagger in the eyes
of Jess, britpop was dead (hoping to make it seem like your
fault), and the corpse of the current crop of emo rip-off
had finally begun to decay. Into the uncomfortable silence
stampeded Americana, reshaping a tattered notion of a nation.
The synergy achieved by these boys under glass chills like
the accurate praise of a stranger.
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Rob Warren, instigator of
riffs, creates evasive soundscapes and delivers them in a
fit of imperiled collaboration to child-emperor Jess, who
pins them down with spontaneous thrusts of byronic post hoc
melody, decorating them finally with words drenched for days
in a tonic of love and poison. The result is a jarring argument
of irony and earnestness, inventing as it goes along the true
poetry of the postmodern age: a conditional innocence that
will be responsible for your slow jading. |
| Kurt Feldman (lovingly seduced
away from the pages of "Elle Girl") and Dennis Lehrer
precociously grow the bed in which Americana's assorted anthems
and ballads lay supine to ogle the scrolling clouds. A place
as impossible as New York, surcharged with gritty bands sandpapering
their cheeks with starch-dry tongues, won't be held responsible
for what happens next, and by all accounts knows what it's
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American Photos by Craig Cook @ Cityzen.tv |
Feel free to discuss them with spikes and bursting cartoon
hearts. Americana is now brought to your attention for a
new feast of saints. Bombard them with tacit questions on
the fate of thoughtful music. They were planning the answers
yesterday.
(from Joe Pinto- weareamericana.com)
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Saintface:
10PM
With the proliferation of all things
80's currently going on here in NYC, and perhaps all over
the world, you'd think that a band like Saintface might
get lost in the new wave nostalgic shuffle. BUT, and this
coming from a sworn enemy of everything and anything Smiths-related,
I thoroughly enjoyed their high-energy, girl-pleasing, dance/mope
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Yes--and I'm sure he's
heard it and will hear it ad-infinitum for the rest of his
musical career--Peter Saintface apes the vocal stylings
of a certain coiffed sexually ambiguous lead singer some
call Moz, but he does so in a way that not only expands
on it but forges his own style that exudes a certain sexiness
and playfulness (what the hell am I writing?) that Stephen
Patrick never quite had--or at least didn't in all the videos
I've ever seen of him.
(photo & copy from Jenyk.com) |
The
New
Years:
9PM
"The New Years are lead by Raul
S. with Tom M., Derric C., and Chris R. and Chris M. With
a ton of rock adrenaline they power through each song like
men on a mission. They often remind me of The Hiss (from
Atlanta, GA) with strong comparisons to a rawer version
of Oasis and Slade. Besides simply rocking out, they often
give us some good pop hooks that you can associate with
(“No Rearview”)."
(from thenewyears.com) |
The New Years Photo by Craig Cook @ Cityzen.tv
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