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Album Review: The Authors' Get Haunted


The Authors recent CD release, Get Haunted, is the soundtrack of every summer. Sporting a California-styled, beach-rock, New Wave sound, The Authors first full length record since their debut EP rolls riffs like waves of music into your ear holes. The sound of Get Haunted is something that falls between The Police, Dick Dale, at times Flock Of Seagulls, and something all their own, without having that awkward kind of acquired-taste sort of sound that such a hybrid would usually warrant. In fact, every song is catchy, toe-tapping, and addictive while still maintaining individuality among songs without dragging along like many first full-albums seem to do. The first track, "Timebomb", stands apart as something special. A slightly garage-grungier, harder rocking song compared to the offerings of the rest of the album, while being at the forefront to set the tone, while the following songs descend more and more into New Wave. The entire album is a gradient of genre, really, going from that grungier rock all the way to Hawaii Five-O styled guitar licks near the later songs of the album, showing a kind of range and variety paired with great confidence, all of which is rarely present in a first album. Though they are Austin darlings through and through, Get Haunted takes your head-space to Venice Beach during a summer sunset, without having to worry about all the reasons Austinites abhor California. Solid tunes, from a solid band, and at only $12, the album is more than worth the dollar per song.

Get Haunted debuted Sept. 7th.  The Authors will be at End of an Ear Records today (Sept. 10th), at 6pm, sporting free beer for fans.

--Mitchell Mazurek


Golden Ages LIVE at The Ox Sept. 10

Golden Ages’ stylized distortion feels cinematic with swirling synth buzzing between earnest vocals and pulsing thumps. Electric, chill and trippy, “Be Cool” plays out like Atlas Sound nix the forlorn aftertaste. The opening chimes of “The Whale” ring out, rise, then settle into subdued yet dancey backbeats later morphing into fuzzed out riffs that hypnotize. The audible aftermath of Francis Tseng’s dorm life, Golden Ages’ Tradition released last April is inventive. Familiar (think Animal Collective and M83) yet unpredictable, Tseng’s surreal soundscapes are ultimately ethereal and organic. Joined by party starters Prowler and Brooklynites Dinosaur Feathers, Golden Ages will chase away the work week's blues, christening the weekend posi with promise. The Ox.  2nd & Oxford Sts., 8pm. $5, All Ages (Photo by Jake Baumohl) - Dianca Potts

Wes Mattheu and the New Way Down Get Down at JB’s Sept. 10

I’d never listened to music that came “straight from the BEARD”, as Wes Mattheu claims to produce with his own full, firey set and his twangin’ rock ‘n roll family The New Way Down. But since I’ve started listening to them, I’m team beard USA 100%, about to start my thesis in pogonology. OK, so maybe I’m being a little dramatic. But seriously, ten years in the making, Wes Mattheu and the New Way Down’s debut album Finding a New Way…The Old Way, featuring vocals from local songstress Adrien Reju, was worth the wait. With Wes singing like Uncle Dave Macon, rocking the 12-string acoustic with accompaniment by country favorites like the banjo and fiddle, and with Joe Kille on the pedal steel to stir up flashbacks of its birth in the barn dance days, you could hear their songs echoing from the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, whether it be one hundred years ago or this Friday. But, luckily for us, Johnny Brenda’s has them booked to start this weekend off and they better have stocked up on plenty of bourbon and whiskey. Joining them will be fellow down-home souls Papertrees, whose constantly evolving cabaret-folk lineup has included members of TNWD, and Charlotte Littlehales, a UArts graduate with delicate acoustic vignettes to keep you warm at night while you roam the American countryside. Johnny Brenda’s, 1201 N. Frankford Ave., 9pm, $10, 21+ (Photo by Scott Perryman) - Katie Bennett

Blayer Pointdujour, A&D’s Bloodline and Faux Slang at M Room Sept. 10

When you unleash an ambitious new eleven-piece music project onto the world you need to put out a masterful recording that gives it proper justice. And that’s exactly what dub, big beat orchestrator Blayer Pointdujour aims to do, but he might need your help tonight when he brings the party to the M Room to raise funds for this ambitious project. The artist has been involved in the Philly music scene for a good eight years now and has been a part of projects such as Phil Moore Browne, Miss Argentina and Kid Kreyol. Pointdujour will be getting by with some help from his friends tonight. And since those friends include Adam & Dave’s Bloodline, whose indie ballads get better and more addictive with each listen and catchy krautrockers Faux Slang with their heavy synth laden compositions, it’s a good thing. M Room, 15 W. Girard Ave., 8pm, $10, 21+ - Bill McThrill

Recap: The SF Deli Presents at the Rickshaw Stop

Phantom Kicks started the night off right, getting more people to dance before 10pm than I’m used to seeing. The three-piece (two guitars, a drummer, plus laptop) delivered uptempo catchy electro pop with a heavy emphasis on the guitar. In a way they reminded me of watching Minus the Bear, where all the other parts of the songs seem to somehow serve the guitar so you find yourself staring at it most of the time. Their songs acted as an appropriate accompaniment to the almost end of summer night.

San Francisco’s Spiro Agnew took the stage next donning two laptops, guitar, and an extra keyboard for good measure. The electro drums laid down the beat for the three members to perform over, culminating in some noisy cross section between Depeche Mode, Joy Division, and New Order. They were celebrating the release of a new CD, Oh What Model Citizens We Be on Tough Sluts Records.

And with that The Dont’s (the only band to not have a laptop) took to the stage and played some energetic indie rock. Lead by a charismatic, lab coat wearing lead singer the band (also in costume) were straight up good. The Dont’s were maybe the odd band out that night, having little electronic influence to speak of, but they had no problem getting the crowd on their side and tore through a good 40 minutes of music that left those of us in front sweating.

The final band to take the stage was San Francisco’s own My First Earthquake, a four piece band that resides somewhere in the land of more 90s sounding indie rock with a happy take on dance punk. It was clear that this was the band some people had come to see, audience members could be seen/heard singing along to the songs. Frontwoman Rebecca Bortman brought enough energy for the whole band and commanded the audience’s attention save for moments such as the guitarist smacking the strings of his guitar with a drum stick. It only took a song or two, but pretty soon My First Earthquake had the Rickshaw Stop dancing (or at least enthusiastically stomping its feet) to their tales of band breakups, walking around San Francisco, and the likes.

Fun was had by all, the Rickshaw was rocked and rolled and electroed, and another great night of Bay Area music was enjoyed by some of its finest residents.

-Glenn Jackson; photos by Adam Myatt.