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NYC Artists on the Rise: The Jaguar Club, live at Glasslands, 07.17

I dig The Jaguar Club. I dig how Will Popadic’s voice trembles with fervor. His voice is like a new breed of Ian Curtis, passionate and mature. I still can’t get over “Out of the City,” from their album "And We Wake Up Slowly". which I listened to over 20 times today.. Popadic’s yummy voice mixed with the surf-esque guitar sounds (they definitely have a Beach Boys quality about them) featured in their most recent album is equally delightful. Hearing it is like receiving a first kiss. It creates excitement and evokes a hyper nature that only the truly musically talented are capable of creating in a 4-minute song. - CS

   

The Deli's CD of the Month: Tremble the Sails - Buried Beds

It’s hard not to listen to Buried Beds’ sophomore album, Tremble the Sails, without wondering how a duo-to-quintet from West Philadelphia could craft such an exuberant ‘60s AM pop record. Offered as a donation-only digital download and for-sale physical release, the folk-pop outfit’s follow-up to 2006’s Empty Rooms is an unswerving love affair with sun-lit harmonies and pastoral melodies - from the swelling opener “Steady Hands” to the playful piano-heavy “Breadcrumb Trails” and all the satiated musical passages in between (i.e. “Your Modern Age”). But what’s best about Tremble the Sails is the lack of continuity in its consistency. Mixed by The Spinto Band’s Nick Krill, the overall delicate charm of Buried Beds’ latest effort is affably rattled by expressive upsurges of satiated symphonies, like on the melancholy Beatles-esque “Mother”, and bittersweet “Grandma’s Bow”. And if only one thing can be said about Tremble the Sails, it’s that it represents the better parts of this city - where underneath streets dusted with tension and grit, there’s a hidden beacon of hopefulness. - Annamarya Scaccia

   

Night Train with Blood Feathers at KFN July 1

It’s another Night Train dance party tonight at Kung Fu Necktie with special guests Blood Feathers and hosts Ian St. Laurent and Dennis Wolffang. Blood Feathers are the first and lone act signed to the fledgling Philebrity Label. They play traditional upbeat rock ‘n roll with catchy pop hooks, adorned with sweet twangy blues guitar alluding to some deep southern roots, as demonstrated best in their song, “Great God Almighty”. Running the road, knee-shaking kisses, black and white photographs, and your grandmother’s broach will all remind you of their traditional yet universal songs. Their crowd-pleasing sound will certainly be rockin’ the stage this evening! Kung Fu Necktie, 1250 Front St., 10pm, $5, 21+ - Katie Bennett
 

 

   

Sean Flinn and the Royal We Headline Triple-Threat Lineup at Holocene Thursday, July 1st

 

Holocene will play host to a three-pronged easy-does-it rock block this Thursday July 1. If you're looking to start the new month off on the right foot, try this lineup on for size:

Quiet Life will open the show with a greased-up, slick and sputterin' Americana sheen, and no doubt lay a fine foundation with which to coax your drinking (and dancing) shoes. The band enjoyed a stint as back-up band for Port O'Brien earlier this year, before getting back to Portland to scour the Northwest wilderness, and release their brand new full-length - the excellent good-time rock 'n' roll acumen of Big Green - sometime in July.

Newer Portland group Alameda will occupy the second slot on this supple bill. The band is currently enjoying the release of their EP The Floating Hospital, a stoic four-song set of moving, minimalist acoustic-based tunes. Vocalist/guitarist Stirling Myles (also of Autopilot is for Lovers, also a contributor to The Deli Portland) stirs lush melodies with ample yet subdued accompaniment from bass clarinet, violin, viola, cello and other various effects-laced gadgets that, when dialed in correctly, evoke a melancholy, though cathartic kind of slow-burn orchestral-folk.

Rounding it all out will be the affable, affecting brood of Sean Flinn and the Royal We. Flinn's organic compositions hold both child-like cadence and a predilection for ever-maturing musical magic, like a wild-eyed tramp crooning pure truth, injecting finite detail, leaving nothing unverified and everything real in every note, every pluck of the string, every measured melody. His is a musical palate ingratiated not only by the wiles of the ubiquitous, rambling, road-weary minstrel, but also by more contemporary visions of first wave rock 'n' roll and R&B, not unlike the wide swath M. Ward casts - though that comparison is admittedly a stretch. Flinn and his Royal We (featuring members of Y La Bamba, and Meyercord among other notable local acts) are in a class all their own, and you can sponge up your lesson tomorrow night.

Show starts at 8:30 p.m. Cover is $5. 21 and over.

- Ryan J. Prado

   

PJ Harvey Tribute, 6/28/10 @ Springwater

The PJ Harvey Tribute show served up some major sassiness on Monday night at Springwater, compliments of several local ladies, including, but not limited to, Murielle Rae of The Grayces, Thelma & The Sleaze, and The Deli’s own Erin Manning. The show was organized by Taco Party owner, Lauren Gilbert, in order to raise money for the new local art store at the Little Hamilton collective. Unsurprisingly, the show was successful, just like Gilbert’s previous shebangs, such as the Nashville Femme Vegan Cupcake Calendar show, benefiting Planned Parenthood. Even for people who wouldn’t be considered “die-hard PJ Harvey fans,” the songs and performers were wildly entertaining.

Decked out in all black and strutting their stuff on stage, the girls had the common sense and decency to showcase a wide variety of Harvey’s expansive material, opening with favorites such as “Big Exit,” (click the links to see some low-quality iPhone videos) and, “Down By The Water,” before barreling into some deep tracks, such as the Nick Parrish collaborative, “Black Hearted Love,” which was sung by Murielle Rae. The girls clearly specialized in garage/grunge, judging by the downright raunchy renditions of “Rid of Me,” “50ft. Queenie,” and “Long Snake Moan.” Lauren Gilbert and Amaretta from Pushy Lips took turns with lead vocals, and were backed by Jackie Mackree and Emily Zimmer of Thelma & The Sleaze, and JoJo Jackson from Xpia. Things simmered down a bit during the middle of the set with some PJ Harvey ballads, including “Grow, Grow, Grow,” and, “The Devil,” which were performed by Erin Manning on keyboard/vocals, as well as an acoustic-guitar-accompanied, “C’mon Billy,” sung by Olivia Scibelli.

Seeing such true fans engaged in the on-stage exploration of the in’s and out’s and eccentricities of PJ Harvey’s sick-ass songs was a sight to see. Rumor has it that the gals might go for round two of the tribute show because it was that good. This would be quite fortunate. (Let’s hope they do).—Deli Staff