The Music Warrior

Forcing Music down the throats of the unreceptive since 2006

Friday, March 31, 2006


I don't know the story of this band. No one really does, outside of the fans the band may have had in Brooklyn. They basically released a single and an EP, and broke up. Google searches online reveal that, in fact, they may never have existed- their high energy, endearingly sloppy rock just a figment of my imagination- my own personal Schizophrenic rock experience (minus the electroshock therapy and medication).

Of course they did exist- members have splintered off into different groups, including Proton Proton, which, while not achieving the same degree of upbeat angular rock as Hominid, has achieved a similar degree of anonymity.

But, we're forgetting why we're here- just to look at the obscenely large, 8 song catelog of the band formerly existing as Hominid. The sound is catchy as hell- female vocals lead overpowering guitars with dance-trance-rock instrumentation. Imagined a strong dose of Metric meets the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Hominid represents how Karen O would sound in a perfect world- slightly punk, but the vocals are still sung, and the music makes you want to move.

Finding out about a band after its existance is always bitter-sweet. You love the music you can find, but you hate the fact that they'll never make another song. So, here's my gift to you- here are two mp3s by Hominid. If you like them, just email, and you'll get all the songs they've ever done. And it'll just make you thirsty for more. After that, though? Sorry, you're on your own. This band is done, unfortunately. All we can do is be thankful for the few songs they gave us before their self-destruction.

Hominid- Take It Like A
Hominid- Hi Zeus!

Saturday, March 25, 2006


According to the bio of local indie rock band "Sally" on the Schuba's website, the band began in 2003, when Charlie Deets convinced his ex girlfriend, Missy Niels (whom he had emotionally abused for the previous two years) to learn how to play the bass so they could form a band.

The story seems so over the top that it's probably not true, but since when have we let facts gets in the way of a kickass "how we formed a band" story.

But enough about the stories, fabricated or otherwise. Let's get to the music. It's punchy, it's upbeat, and I've honestly put on their CD on several occasions and led whoever's been listening with me to believe that I was playing a new Smashing Pumkins record.

Heavy (but not too complicated) basslines are the norm, complimented by some intriguing guitarplay, and Corrigan-like vocals, Sally's a band that's at least worth a look.

Sally- Thank God For Sunglasses

Sally- Watermelon

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Live Review- Of Montreal

What? What were you doing on Friday night? Drinking (my roommate)? Seeing The New Pornographers with Belle and Sebastian (all those kids that bought their tickets the fucking day they came out)?

How about The Metro? That's right, it was Of Montreal time, with all their fucked up, Kinks loving, Glam Rock epitomizing selves.

I entered, missing the first act, to a crowded, buzzing crowd. As the lightweight music fan that only had "The Gay Parade" and "The Bird That Continues To Eat The Rabbitt's Flower" as my Of Montreal repetoire, I was a bit intimidated by the jostling crowd (not really, but for drama's sake, we'll say I was).

But first, was Cloud Cult. Now, I kept my mouth shut about it, because everyone around me seemed to hate them, but I was diggin it. There was a cello, and, sure, every song started soft, and then built at a predictable point, but still.... The songs were usually really short, but they had some cool layered sonic scopes, and I'm a sucker for a good three person melody. And, again... cello?

Plus... okay, see this? Imagine that, only with there being two canvases, and with the paintings being really fucking crazy and abstract. And then, have the a standing up guitar, a pimped out bass, and a cello all there. Yeah, pretty fucking nuts, right? The panters just went nuts on their canvases (one drew an abstract cityscape, one did a weird angel giving a kid a rocket pack to heaven). Call me a sucker for a gimmick, but I was sold. Though, again, it seemed like I was in the minority...

Photo by Joe Cunningham

But, then, the band. Enter Kevin Barnes in a wedding dress, covered in glitter, saying "We're going to make love to you, Chicago. But we're old fashioned, so we're going to get married first. Will you marry us, Chicago?" before taking off the dress to put on a vest (this turned eventually to a gold frock and then to a orange plastic shirt).

Synchranized guitar moves, pantomimed bullets, a fucking story time section (apparently, Mr. Barnes was raised by progressive parents who let him do whatever he wanted, and he liked to harass old women, so he goes up to them, shakes them, and yells "your vaginas are useless! they do not produce fluid!")

Barnes, as he takes a swig of the bottle of champaign he entered with, stated, "mixing LSD and Champaign is a bad idea". The show was so fucked up I had no idea what was going on (in the best way possible). Plus, its a rare occasion where you hear shrieks of glee whenever a song is started, and you see the entire Metro swaing and jumping to the beats.

Yeah, I'm willing to allow it.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Ashtry Boy- ...The Honeymoon Suite

There's something to be said about random bands that have long since broken up, and who, after releasing some seven albums, can get no more press than myseteriously having the same album (Macho Champions) available in seemingly every single Second Hand Tunes store in Chicago.

...The Honeymoon Suite (yes, the elipse is in the album title) is an interesting album. Half of it was recorded in Australia, and half of it was recorded in Chicago. It features Liz Phair on two of the tracks (but, since the album is from 1993, we're talking about Liz Phair before her descent into pop-induced madness).

The album is pleasant music. It's quant. Subtle horn use and a soothing baratone voice are driven by upbeat acoustic guitar play. It's not something you rock out to, but it's something you listen to and say "okay, I can dig this", while slowly nodding your head to the rhythm.

It's meticulous, and doesn't really have any pretenses about it. There's no backstory, there's no drama, there's just songs about Shirley Maclaine.

But it's the tracks where Liz Phair appears, adding soft subtle female harmonies, that the album shines the most. Shirley Maclaine and Infidel use the same slow-but-not-slow-paced methods that the rest of the album uses, it just comes off prettier because of the harmonies.

Basically, the album is a nice find. Soft, occasionally mellowed-alt influences with a hint of Sea and Cake sensibility. Check out the MP3s and see if you like 'em.

Ashtry Boy- Shirley Maclaine
Ashtray Boy- Infidel