fuck (Vampire Blues, Matador), The Laytcomers, Solar Maximum
In the mid-90s to the early aughts, fuck was releasing a new record every other year and touring constantly while jumping from label to label. Then, with nary a warning, they up and disappeared. No note, no nothing.
Skip forward a generation and its revealed that they've been spending all these years meticulously sculpting the most impressive album of their career. Recorded in fits and starts and all over the map, from basic tracks in San Francisco to overdubs in Italy and mixing in Memphis, the band comes through with a surprisingly cohesive sound; though, like their six previous studio albums, the genre-bending and boundary-pushing song-writing continues.
Any lesser band would have destroyed all sense of spontaneity going this route; not fuck. The casual off-the-cuff attitude remains, but now with added depth and clarity. The highs got higher, the hard hits harder. And it only took ten years!
A collective of ambitious losers with self-deprecating 4track, trapped inside a small Bay Area garage. We produce a mixture of noise rock, post-punk and even some elements of twee.
Mixing experimental pop tunes to post-punk, psychedelia and even noise rock, The Laytcomers are holding down Fremonts weird New Zealand pop mantle. There seems to be few challengers. Noisey
Psych-drone bass duo
Hemlock Tavern (View)
1131 Polk St.
San Francisco, CA 94109
|Minimum Age: 21|
|Kid Friendly: No|
|Dog Friendly: No|
|Wheelchair Accessible: No|