What: Joie De Vivre, Empire! Empire!, The Please & Thank Yous, Coping
Where: Summercamp: A punk rock house in Logan Square
When: Friday, June 11, 2010
Did you forget something? Oh shit! My parent’s anniversary was on Thursday night.
The writing is on the wall. Discord, abuse, evil thoughts. You can see it in their tired eyes, even on the first night of tour. This band is not long for the earth.
“Don’t tell this to Pat, but the only reason Chris hasn’t fired him is because he looks like David Bazan.”
Was I supposed to keep that to myself? No one seemed to care enough to hide their naked contempt; burying long, lingering glares in the backs of their band mates as they walk away from conversations. Beyond the hatred, Joie De Vivre seems physically ill equipped for travel. Intrepid organist, Zach Staas, left Rockford with $200 for food. His resolve broke quickly as he was seen buying sheets of blotter acid and began sending cryptic Facebook messages on his phone. I woke up to one such message this morning, “Danger, send help,” He wrote, “Someone shot Stevie in the face. Gore is dripping from the crumpled hole where his nose used to be but he doesn’t seem to notice. Maybe someone would like to make a painting of it and declare its subjective quality. Haha. Fucking art.”
Horn player extraordinaire, Paul Karnatz, may be in even worse trouble. Having taken to beginning sets by reading quotations from a Scientology text, he routinely fills quiet moments in the van by haranguing his bandmates for not joining him in ever frequent Thetan cleansing rituals. Despite these ever mounting problems, the music remains strong. Joie De Vivre is still able to pump out songs that are unlabored and anthemic. But for how long? See this band while you can. There may not be a next time.
Elsewhere on the bill we found Coping, a new band from the Chicago area. Jagged and frenetic, Coping is straight up early to mid 90s Dischord Records(with the obligatory post hardcore nods to At The Drive In). I’m going to pad my forthcoming criticism with the modifier that I heard the 2nd half of their set through a closed door. You see, I am not a strong person and it was really fucking hot in that basement. Until the sun went down, I couldn’t stand to stay inside for more than 10-15 minutes at a time without worry of fainting. Yuck. With that in mind, it is quite obvious that Coping is a young band. They clearly have the passion required for such music but have yet to figure out how to keep their sound from veering towards the overly loose and muddled. Maybe they’ll have it down by gig 5.
There are two things I do not like about Empire! Empire! (I was a lonely estate). The first is their name. It’s long and awkward to say and no one ever says the parenthetical addition (for those very reasons). The 2nd is that their composition does not have quite as much variety as I would hope for and can become slightly repetitive to listen to for long stretches. In a past review I wrote, “They’re tight and it’s quite obvious why they share a label with Joie De Vivre. It is classic Emo that falls into the same description that bloggers seem to love. This band could have been on Jade Tree 12 years ago. I say that without owning any actual Jade Tree releases, but I understand what the reference means.” I still agree with this assessment. Also E!E! vocalist Keith *insert Keith’s last name* may or may not have broken the microphone. He’s got a mighty wail.
What to say about The Please & Thank Yous? Last time I described them as being, “Hopelessly shambolic in all of the right ways.” This couldn’t be truer. TPATY are a band of punk rock muppets. Their bodies conform to Saturday morning cartoon physics and their music is fast, dirty, and simple. They sing about girls, and friends, and everything feels right.
A many months later monologue-critique-intro to Chicago, IL’s, finest, Cameron McGill & What Army. Inspired by a performance @ Kryptonite, Rockford, IL, 11.25.2009, Thanksgiving Eve. {by Dave DeCastris, 05.14.2010}
Part I This is a bit late. You know the saying? Better late than never or as I like to say, patience & a glass of water are a sniper’s most treasured weapons. Cameron McGillhas been making records for the better part of the last decade via Chicago, IL. The past couple of years with an experienced traveling band , What Army. Cameron’s got all the goods with this shotgun model band and all the bullets needed ready to fire, his songs.
On records, the sniper occasionally takes a seat for the poet. Cameron is a great writer, character studies on Old America transported through personal experiences. Detailed, dark explorations of the human soul, relationships and narratives delivered with bite, bitter and honest. The players on record have changed over the years but Cam seems to have found a creative stride with the current ‘What Army’ lineup. Daniel J. McMahon, the midwest’s own everyman any band becomes better with, punches nasty guitar tones up against Darren Garvey‘s Kotche-esque killer percussion patterns vs. Rodrigo Palma‘s grammy worthy bass lines balancing out Cameron’s captain of a fragile ship delivery. What mood is the captain in? Piano or guitar? Either way, you’re in for a treat or a trainwreck when you catch the What Army live. Even when Graham Burris (Matthew Santos/Lupe Fiasco) has to step in for Rod, you still get a grammy worthy bassist, seriously. You get a great band regardless of the outcome despite what they tell you about their defeated performance afterwards. An honorable midwestern trait.
Cameron & the boys have been through Rockford, IL, a few times. I often wonder why (and knowing why), they’re bigger than this town but the road travels where the road must go to pay the bills in any way possible. They’re bigger in talent alone than the joints they play but for now, I’ll take it. Lucky even, catch them while you can because you see, 2010 brings many changes to the What Army and Cameron McGill. Their new record is done. It will wait. I will offer one phrase; Van Gogh’s brown boots and the Chicago skyline has a soundtrack finally.
2010 brings many great shoestrings for the Army to dangle and skip through with a finished record on standby. Cameron also plays keys in another great, midwestern indie band called, Margot and The Nuclear So and So’s. They have their own record coming out later this year, “Buzzard.” Rodrigo, tours with Saves the Day. Darren, with the Andreas Kapsalis Trio/Cory Chisel/Ernie Hendrickson andmany more. Plus he just released his own wonderful solo record, “Under a Common Ceiling.” Daniel plays with the entire states of Wisconsin and Illinois, furr real. He deserves his own Constitutional scroll.
The amount of talent in this band is beyond heart failure levels. For them to be overlooked any further would be an artistic tragedy on it’s own. Something has to give in 2010. This is a career band, this is a career artist. Hint, hint, America, listen.
“You see, this is a little too wordy for me, he’s too wordy, I like my rock to rock, he’s too whiny.” A man, Don, said that to me at Swilligan’s Pub one night the Army came through to play Rockford in late 08/early 09. Don likes his rock to rock, no wordy stuff, no thinking, to each their own. Cam & The boys played their hearts out that night to a majority of undeserving, typically drunk, annoying people. A standard Rockford audience for a bar band. Like anywhere, maybe, but sorry Don, I respect your opinion, I like wordy. Classic rock radio is always a car ride away. Weapons are words too my friend. They closed with “Human Revolution” that night which has yet to see the light of day on record. The song encapsulates all that is good in rock n’ roll when modern influences meet within one song. Those being Radiohead/Wilco/Smiths hangin out near a Rufus Wainwright sea side and then, dragged through the midwestern corn fields to settle somewhere in, near, outside an ugly, selfish, hipster hut. A dare to be different or get me out of here monster, Chicago. A perfect encore closer for this Army. Their music deserves to be anywhere and everywhere else besides the midwest. Keep in mind, the midwest with all respect, is practice grounds for the best.
Part II 11.25.2009 | Kryptonite | Rockford, IL Kryptonite is a great little unknown rock bar in a deserted, downtown located in Rockford, IL. It’s one of 2-3 reasons to go downtown in Rockford on the west side of the bridge. Chris Wachowiak, the owner, is a good guy, cares about downtown, cares about it’s health and about music. Grab a meal or a drink at Octane beforehand, always great. Talk to Dan the owner if you can catch him- he has other jobs, like many of us do in Rockford to survive. After your meal, stand still in the middle of the newly constructed street that will lead you a half-block to Krypto. A walking mall was once there, the America I miss. Grilled cheese and 45s, Woolworths with mom in the 70s is my downtown to hold onto. Times change, stand there, close your eyes in the middle of the street and wait for a bird to sh*t on you. Why? There’s a greater chance of a bird taking a dump on your head than a car passing through and hitting you. I mean this, I did it with my thespian friend and we waited, she laughed at me, I didn’t. No car, no birds, no sh*ts, just a few laughs. Our generation’s America in a nutshell. My grandparents, from where they sit and watch down from space, are not proud of the Rockford they built.
11.25.2009 was a special night however. Many birthdays, Thanksgiving Eve and Cameron McGill & What Army at Krypto. What you also need to know is that every college kid is home from school. Every family member transplanted to better jobs elsewhere are here too. All waiting to get their drink on while ruining a music lover’s main course. Cameron McGill & What Army are the main course this night. Those mother f*ckers home for the holidays had no idea, no respect, towards what was gonna hit them. At some point, I politely told a friend to stop touching my sister & shut up or go to the back of the bar so I could listen to the band. There are some things, rules, principals, one should practice to enjoy a band. Gettin’ loaded and high is not one of them, that’s just retarded. Hiding from the crowd and telling people out of line to shut the f*ck up is acceptable, yes. It is.
The Army this night is on top of their game. I do not have video from this night (see bottom), however, I shot horrid video in April of 2009 at Krypto, take a moment to listen to all the hillbillies talking:
Cameron McGill & What Army 04.10.2009 Live @ Kryptonite, Rockford, IL
Unacceptable. People, this is socially unforgivable when going to see, listen to a band. Shut up or head on over to the Chuck E. Cheese. They have skiball there, I love it, and you can talk and laugh and hang out with the other kids making noises and sneezing, spreading their bacteria. I hope you get sick too. Chuck E. Cheese is a guaranteed flu blast everytime I have to attend a family’s child party there. Bring some sanitizer, you’ll thank me later.
On Thanksgiving eve, 2009, Cameron McGill & What Army played their hearts out. Rockford reunited under a punk-folk rock green lit glow. The kids yelped and belched about that one time in high school they got high and the home team won as the ‘Army played “Low Ways”, “Madeline”, “She’s a Killer” and many more with a sniper’s slow, calculated attack. The moment I remember the most watching this great band snip away at the crowd was during “Dead Rose”, a song to be released. You see, Rockford’s finest, reunited, hillbillies tried to win all night but ultimately failed when Captain McGill and Corporal McMahon busted out the dirtiest double rhythm guitar solo I’ve heard this side of the womb, 1973. Crazy horse, panthers, dead roses took over the distance between the crowd talking and the brain thinking. Rod and Darren bringing up the rear with dirty canon ball sized rhythm and release. This is all I’ve got leftover from that night, what a sh*tty live review right? Man, a birthday gift that solo was. Happy Thanksgiving, yes.
Part III Some final thoughts about the night, Rockford and when the saints came marching through to play Kryptonite.
From the piano, the captain declared: “I wrote this song a long, long, long time ago. About a girl, so mean. She was a sssssssssssss- Snake.”
To that I conclude.
“The Gardener” cuts a flower from the weeds. Poking the snakes with their pitchforks now. In the field a saint’s heard singing, “I wrote this song a long, long, long time ago– about a girl so mean. She was a sssssnake!” Blinded bystanders called out, “Man, stop being so subversive! You’re too wordy.” Foiled by fools, it’s not their fault they can’t read cursive. Taking cold comfort in the shadow of a tree, he waits, laughs, sighs and thinks. Snipers, bullets, shotgun, check; there’s no urgent need or reasons to attack. (Having said that, your apologies are due but after the facts.) Boom, pop, hiss went their balloons. The gard’ner breathes, the saint still swoons; Don’t dare call me friend, nor enemy, nor man. We’re not family, nor anything on deception’s behalf– or I will write you down. With regards, whatevers and what nots, all of you have lost. There’s nothing to win but this dead rose and a sniper’s grin. The gardner.
(For Cameron McGill & What Army) dD | andywhorehall.com _________________
ALSO, and finally, a treat. The best performance that night took place in an alley across from Krypto. Pablo Korona with Zach Staas, filmed this beauty in the rundown streets of Rockford, IL, Thanksgiving Eve, 11.25.2009.
In the alleyway next to the Sullivan Center in Rockford, IL — November 2009
For me, the excitement happens at 2:30 after some stranger danger walks out the side door interrupting us. Sirens! Crank it up Danno says!
We recorded this first episode of Talk Monkey Sound back in August 2009 and initially made just an exclusive video version of the interview available only on our website. Now we’re making this available to all of our podcast listeners as well so they can hear the elusive “2 words spoken by Patrick” that have been mentioned in later episodes.
Patrick and Chip got a chance to sit down and interview Heather Perry and the _____s after a show at CJ’s Lounge in Rockford, IL. Heather, Emily, Ben, and Carlos talk about their history, the writing process, and what they do when they’re on tour.
After that Brandon, Chip, and Patrick talk it up about Kevin Devine, Lollapalooza, and Pitchfork Music Festival. Mark gets irritated.
What: Joie De Vivre, Empire! Empire!, The Please & Thank Yous, Coping
