Jeffrey Lewis - photo by Dan Bracaglia
Don Giovanni Turns 10 - With No Growing Pains
By Jamie Frey
In this day and age, "indie" is attached to so
many different acts, genres and ideas, it's possible for
many that it's lost its meaning: the humble, gritty, DIY
concept that Michael Azzerad mythologized in the essential
"Our Band Could Be Your Life." However, many of
us can rest easy knowing that the dream of Greg Ginn's SST
Records lives on, this time on the East Coast, in New Brunswick,
NJ's Don Giovanni Records. Many of us were turned on to
the label by Screaming Females, the anomaly of a power-trio,
who came to relative stardom by bringing the grandiosity
of Black Sabbath, Van Halen and Thin Lizzy to basements
and house venues across the country. They are led by Marissa
Paternoster, a woman of slight stature who screams with
mammoth conviction, and shreds on guitar in ways that would
leave the most egotistical ax wielder with their jaw on
the floor.
I missed the first night of Don Giovanni’s three-night
10th anniversary celebration at Death By Audio, which featured
the great Husker Du-style pop/punk trio Brick Mower, but
neither rain nor sleet nor snow kept me from the two night
affair at Music Hall of Williamsburg. I was expecting the
crowd to be thin due to the weather, but for the most part,
I was pleasantly surprised. Friday opened with Hilly Eye,
featuring Amy Klein formerly of Titus Andronicus, sporting
an entirely different sound. The guitar and drums duo played
a very intimate and scrappy lo-fi indie-pop, offering down
to earth tunes that felt like a stripped down My Bloody
Valentine or Jesus and Mary Chain. They just released their
killer full-length debut Reason To Live about a month ago.
Next were Buffalo, NY trio Lemuria, who played the kind
of punchy indie rock that, brought me back to pre-"Garden
State" indie rock like Archers Of Loaf, Superchunk
and Rainer Maria. Like Screamales, they featured a female
guitarist who plays sharp post-punk guitar over the slinky
Fugazi-esque rhythm section. Something the label should
be proud of, even if it’s happenstance, is that every
act (including Jeffrey Lewis's band) included women playing
instruments, something all our inner (our outer) Riot Grrls
should appreciate.
Katie Crutchfield, formerly of P.S. Eliot, took the stage
as Waxahatchee, announcing that she was supposed to play
with a band but they were stuck in Philly. Picking up her
electric guitar, she played songs from American Weekend,
a sad, sweet record that I really wish came out when I was
in college; it would have found company amongst The Weakerthans,
Modest Mouse, Wilco, Elliott Smith and Rilo Kiley in the
category of great records to get seriously moody to.
Jeffrey Lewis - Photo by Samantha Skarin
A new addition to the label (Don Giovanni has been licensing
his vinyl releases) is the veteran NYC staple Jeffrey Lewis,
something of an OG for the Lower East Side anti-folk scene
that went from the Sidewalk Cafe to the "Juno"
soundtrack. Backed by his cousin Shayna on bass and a lady
multi-instrumentalist playing keyboards, fiddle, and tambourine,
he played a set that included new material, classics, and
some of his "low-budget films" (his comic books
shown on a projector with live narrations by Lewis.) The
highlights of this completely unique set were a cover of
Crass’s “Big A, Little A”, from Lewis’s
2007 Rough Trade album “12 Crass Songs,” one
of the most interesting cover records to date, as well as
a hilarious Lower East Side re-interpretation of Poe’s
“The Raven”, done in Yiddish slang. Lewis told
me that that act bombs everywhere but NYC.
The first night closed with Bomb The Music Industry! Vet
Laura Stevenson and her very talented band, The Cans. Since
I first heard of this band a couple years ago, around the
same time we shared a bill, they have been getting bigger
and bigger, recently opening for The Gaslight Anthem. I
am not surprised at all, being that Laura is a very advanced
songwriter and vocalist and her backing band has mastered
the attack and release, the quiet-LOUD that serves the songs
so well. Bassist Michael Campbell brings the muscle and
Peter Madeo plays atmospheric, sophisticated leads, often
bringing out the slide for a little alt.country flavor.
Stevenson is one of those lead singers that greets the crowd
with a humble, self-deprecating sense of humor, not necessarily
absorbing that they think she’s amazing.
Laura Stevenson & The Cans - Photo by Dan Bracaglia
The first night was definitely songwriter driven, where
the second night was full of band’s bands, opening
with veterans Shellshag. This couple have been making records
since 1997, starting with an EP produced by Pavement’s
Gary Young. There is definitely a tradition coming from
the slacker-y lo-fi crunch of “Slanted and Enchanted”
as well as bits of The Ramones, Joy Division and especially
Beat Happening. The guitarist and drummer play face to face
with a special double micstand. Ripping through their catchy
tunes with glee, they garnered one of the best crowd responses
of the whole showcase, especially with a killer cover of
The Cure’s “Just Like Heaven.”
Following were the quartet Home Blitz, who combined indie
pop punk crunch with emo-ish feeling; another good thing
about this showcase is that the shoegazers stayed home (as
much as we love them) and these acts actually acknowledge
the crowd and act like they give a shit. Just sayin’.
For something entirely different, next was the reunion of
the New Brunswick five-piece hardcore band Stormshadow,
who haven’t played since around 1999. Before I was
privy to this information, I thought that this band sure
sounds a bit like Fucked Up, but it may just be that Fucked
Up sounds a bit like them. Doubly fronted by a big bruiser
hardcore singer and a wailing female guitarist, they got
the crowd caught in a mosh and started the stage diving
which would continue throughout the night.
Black Wine - Photo by Samantha Skarin
The next act was the post-punk power trio Black Wine, formed
from graduates of The Ergs! and Hunchback. This is a unique
act where three great players double as singer/songwriters,
each with their own unique voice. The best comparison I
can think of would be Mission Of Burma, an innovative and
diverse band that succeeds in both punk and art-rock, often
at the same time. Playing songs from last year’s Hollow
Earth, their third full length record, as well as their
back catalogue, they ran from song-to-song quickly, barreling
through their brainy, aggressive tunes. One might say that
Miranda Taylor is the best female drummer I’ve seen
since Sleater-Kinney’s Janet Weiss, and she sings
lead at the same time. Jeff Schroeck, once Jeff Erg!, brings
to the table jangly pop-songwriting simultaneously evoking
Bob Mould and The Byrds, speeding through the catchy “Through
The Foam” from 2011’s “Summer Of Indifference.”
Their bassist, J. Nixon’s tunes have the post-hardcore
grind and halt of Fugazi and The Jesus Lizard.
What happened next I cannot exact explain, Black Wine finished
and all of a sudden a bunch of guys got onstage. Then some
other guys came and brought out a piano. Five guys remained
and the piano player kicked into what we all realized was
“Bat Out Of Hell” by Meatloaf.” The singer
ripped his shirt straight off to reveal a black cape and
the crowd went apeshit. It was one of the great unexplained
moments in live music and I still have no clue who those
guys were. Thank you, Don Giovanni.
Screaming Females - Photo by Dan Bracaglia
After that insane moment - which left everyone in a state
of joy and confusion - it was time for the night’s
headliner, New Brunswick’s Screaming Females, who
in the past few years have gone from the long haul DIY circuit
to opening for Garbage and recording last year’s “Ugly”
with indie rock’s Phil Spector-figure Steve Albini.
Though Marissa had to cancel a few shows due to health issues,
the band sounded as muscular as ever, ripping through cuts
like “I Don’t Mind It” and “Bell”
and inspiring many crowd surfers throughout their set. This
band pulled off something rare, a punk band that plays mostly
metal that has been embraced by the indie rock community.
How do they to it? Hard work, shredding, and driving a crowd
absolutely nuts - and this was no exception. Shell and Shag,
collectively Shellshag, joined Screamales onstage for a
song they wrote together, and watching these five musicians
who have spent many years playing together joined onstage
definitely generated miles all around, and was one of the
many treats that exemplified the ethos of the Don Giovanni
label. These people are having fun and making records the
way they should be made, and who knows what the next year
will have in store?
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