fuck (Vampire Blues, Matador) with Virginia Dare, Forest Bees
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!
Songs for runaways, alcoholics, and deep sleepers.
Featuring Sheetal Singh of Stratford 4. Forest Bees is what happens when you take the daughter of Indian immigrants; feed her on a steady diet of Bollywood, Suicide and shoegaze; strand her as one of the few women of color in a sea of white indie boys playing guitar; drop her into the warm lap of motherhood; write her off as boring and domestic; fire her up to reform her band which only inspires her to start something new. And that leads us to these songs about identity + fluidity + the mindfuck of realizing that who you are is not always who you are allowed to be.
Hemlock Tavern (View)
1131 Polk St.
San Francisco, CA 94109
|Kid Friendly: No|
|Dog Friendly: No|
|Wheelchair Accessible: Yes!|