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Topic: Cloud Nothings

VOTD: Nothings ‘Wasted’

Check out an intense live clip from an excellent emerging punk/noise band, local stuff from Samantha Crain, and even the return of the Material Girl.

Cloud Nothings — “Wasted Days”
Here’s a band I’m very excited about.

Cloud Nothings’ excellent, recent release “Attack on Memory” is a gritty, Steve Albini-produced punk/noise blast of youthful, guitar-driven fury. It feels like a firework going off in your fist. “Wasted Days” is the album’s enormous, weighty centerpiece, and Pitchfork recently captured an awesome performance of it, plus a short interview with singer Dylan Baldi.


Samantha Crain — “It’s Simple”
Saucy Oklahoma singer Sam Crain gets a little help from Penny Hill and an elevator shaft on her excellent, true-to-title pop song “It’s Simple.” Love the handclaps and cooing, guys. It’s another quality installment in the above-par Be Nice To Your Kids series by Delo Creative.



Brother Gruesome — “Cut it Out”
Norman's Brother Gruesome live up to their name with a gnarly sound and live performances. Here they spend a whole music video making graffiti that fits right in.



Dr. Dog — “Be the Void”

And speaking of Delo Creative, they got tapped by Philadelphia indie-pop dudes Dr. Dog to shoot the lead single for their forthcoming album, which you can stream over at Conan O’Brien’s Team Coco website, of all places. This video’s definitely one of the more ambitious things I’ve seen from these dudes (the videographers) and it looks like they had a ton of fun shooting it.



Nicholas Jaar — Materials
Most twisted attempt to terrify the underaged since MGMT subjected babies to freaky monsters. Nonetheless this song’s a leering, pulsing trip of weirdness.



Madonna, featuring M.I.A. and Nicki Minaj — “Give Me All Your Luvin’”
What starts out like an episode of “Glee” starring the Material Girl almost gets hijacked by a typically robotic Nicki Minaj. I wonder how much it cost for M.I.A. not only to dress up like a cheerleader, but actually learn a traditional, American dance routine? Glad to see she’s still poppin’ fake guns, though.



M.I.A. — “Bad Girls”
As if that weren't enough M.I.A. for you, Miss Arulpragasam's (My first attempt to spell her her last name, unaided by Wikipedia, resulted in 'Arumplagasm') got a Middle Eastern banger promoting her fourth, currently untitled album. I imagine the only other way they could've cobbled together a video like this was if somebody gave Crime Mob a crew of stunt drivers, a flight to Syria,  half a million dollars, and all the gaudy, leopard-print crap in Prince's closet. Watch:


by Matt Carney 02.03.2012 2 years ago
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Cloud Nothings — Cloud Nothings

Fuzzy, sunny, distorted, colorful and wholesome


Indie

Joshua Boydston
Punk music doesn’t have to be political, violent, sexy or cool. Sometimes it’s just good, clean fun. Enter Cleveland, Ohio upstart Cloud Nothings.
 
Thursday, February 3, 2011

Cloud Nothings — Attack on Memory

Don’t be fooled by the title. This punk gem harkens back to days of plenty.


Rock

Matt Carney
It’s pretty tempting to call “Attack on Memory,” the latest album by Cleveland punks Cloud Nothings the work of a punkist, that being its obviously talented front man Dylan Baldi. That’s a compliment, I promise.
 
Thursday, February 23, 2012

SXSW: Saturday at Mohawk

The day-long party was celebrated with Cloud Nothings, Bob Mould and The Roots.

After three days of hiking all over a dirty, crowded Sixth Street crawling with exhausted hipsters, I decided to hit up the famed Austin venue Mohawk (with its highly convenient indoor-and-outdoor stage setup) for a nice balance of old and new, rock and fusion, folk and punk to cap my excursion to South by Southwest. It didn’t disappoint.


Blitzen Trapper

I’ve seen Portland’s Blitzen Trapper twice before — once at Opolis in Norman, again at London’s Camden Barfly, which is a whole ’nother story entirely — and the band has been a longtime favorite of mine for its earlier, more pastoral albums like Wild Mountain Nation and Furr, which are more creative, indie takes on the classic rock radio I grew up on. It’s a seminal band for me, the first whose work first I actively started following online, which is sort of what I do for a living now.


I was hoping Blitzen Trapper would dip back into that catalogue (and it did, playing the vivid murder ballad it will probably be best remembered for, “Black River Killer”), but hung on to its newer, country-riding American Goldwing material for the most part, which I haven’t much cared for. So I split a little early for the Mohawk’s indoor stage to see …


Cloud Nothings
After hearing Brooklyn rock monsters The Men with Stephen Carradini on Friday, he and I were wandering around when the unmistakable intro riff to “Wasted Days” suddenly beckoned us around a corner. By the time Dylan Baldi was howling about how he knew his life wasn’t gonna change, we were watching Cloud Nothings play the last song on its set, an eight-minute hardcore epic from its excellent new album, Attack on Memory. We got super-depressed when the band started packing up, so the opportunity to hear one of the loudest acts at the festival inside a closet of a venue got my excitement perked up again.

After a few failed attempts of shooting the band on the decently lit indoor stage, I just said, “Screw it,” and turned on my flash, as there was no possible way of getting unblurred shots of these dudes without it. They were playing songs like “Fall In” and “Stay Useless” much too fast, with too much power to do that.

But the most remarkable part of it all was how Baldi’s voice held up after a week of unrestrained hollering. It sounded just as strained, but sturdy as it does on the album. Unfortunately, Cloud Nothings didn’t inspire the same rambunctious crowd activity as Titus Andronicus did the previous day, but its members are just much too skilled as players for the audience to do anything but focus on them and admire their combination of speed and dexterity, particularly that of drummer Jayson Gerycz.

Bob Mould
Playing with the prolific Jon Wurster on the drums, Bob Mould wound through a career’s worth of heavily distorted and purely pleasurable post-Hüsker Dü songwriting, including Sugar’s classic, “If I Can’t Change Your Mind.” It felt like a reunion that ended all too soon, with an older crowd singing along with the choruses, and Mould shrugging and pointing at his wrist in between the last two songs. There wasn’t any doubt in the guy’s showmanship, however — his pale face turned Fender-guitar red and gushed sweat by the set’s end.

Also worthy of note: I was hanging out in the back of the crowd when I noticed Dylan Baldi wander in from outside the venue, and subsequently watched him take in the show for a few minutes. It was a beyond-cool experience to watch one of hardcore’s latest innovators watch one of its greatest innovators.

The Roots
And that all gave way to the top-billing Philly soul-fusion-hip-hop act The Roots, which appropriately played for a rowdy St. Patrick’s Day crowd. I was a little disappointed in the lack of material from their latest, the terrific, socially conscious undun, but not surprised, as this wasn’t the time or place for that stuff. Instead, they played a few of their best-loved easy-listening hits like “The Seed” and covers of “Sweet Child o’ Mine,” “Apache,” “Immigrant Song” and “Jungle Boogie.”

Also worth noting: Damon Bryson literally taking his tuba for a walk on a solo, as he hiked up and down the Mohawk’s staircase to mix it up with the crowd.


by Matt Carney 03.20.2012 2 years ago
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