Black Math Horseman @ Redwood Bar & Grill

March 31st, 2009

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Doom metal has a very special place in my heart. If its got low, droning bass lines that pound into your skull for 8+ minutes, I am so there. Even better than that, add some shoegazy effects and you get what I affectionately call “bootgaze.” Like an expensive bottle of red wine, its dark psychedelic flavors have to be sipped and savored. It’s dark and dreamy and there are only a few bands out there that really nail it. So when I discovered that LA has its own indie dark-psyche act, and that they were playing ten minutes away from my house, you can imagine how stoked I was. Black Math Horseman gave a killer show and claimed their place in the doom metal canon.

But before I get into their music, I have to give a quick shout out to some really cool Angelinos out there. You see, I found out about Black Math Horsemans show so last minute that I couldn’t find anyone to go to the Pirate-themed Redwood Bar and Grill. As I discovered, being alone at a pirate bar is a very special kind of pathetic. Luckily, a random group of strangers adopted me for the evening. LA isn’t just phony Scenesters, there are some really cool people at these shows. You know who you are: Thanks for being rad.

Anyway, back to Black Math Horseman. They were all about epic, noisy haze. Singer/bassist Sera Timms was channeling a dark Pagan Goddess as she weaved her voice into evil melodies. Guitarists Ian Barry and Bryan Tulao mingled riffs and solos for crazy long periods of time. Not surprising, as really good doom metal means extended instrumental numbers that hypnotize the listener into a murky daze. Grounding it all was Sasha Popovic’s thunderous, tribal drum pounding. With these guys supporting her, Timms even let out the occasional black metal shriek. I was so pleased.

But if we’re talking drone-doom music, then it’s all about one thing: the bass. This is where Black Math Horseman really proved their worth. Timm’s slow vibrating bass riffs were what made the music so freaking evil. It was like being trapped in a subterranean cave filled with slow-motion thunder and lightning. Or, as they say on their myspace page: “Pure spirits by ritual dismemberment.”

To my dismay, Black Math Horseman didn’t have any kind of merch for sale at their show. And sadly, their record wont drop for another two weeks. But if you also have a soft spot for some really killer bootgaze, you wont mind. Black Math Horseman are worth the wait.

-Rachel K.
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Black Milk @ Knitting Factory

November 18th, 2008

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In the past couple years I have noticed something—rappers, underground and mainstream alike- have made an interesting addition to the live show criteria. Now more than ever, rappers seem to have really taken to incorporating live bands and instrumentation into their shows.

In previous years, the formula was basic to get your crowd hyped and moved–you would get a DJ to play your CD, bump your beats, have four or five colobos where others would rap your stuff loudly, and of course pay your respect to Tupac and Biggie. Plus, of course, any rapper worth anything would constantly remind the crowd they were the realist rapper living, and if time permitted, have their posse’s crew jump on stage and get their 15 seconds of fame in. You had to, it was expected. Whatever the order, you could always count on all these things at any live hip hop show.

Then something wonderful started to happen. Hip-hop based groups like Gym Class Heroes, The Roots, and N.E.R.D., became the next wave of hip hop performers, that embraced a new, more refreshing, a great alternative and started really using live instrumentation and creating a more live musical feel on stage. And while I have been to plenty of hip hop shows in my day, actually too many to count, some of the first first hip hop shows with a live band left me wondering, if it would get better.  But then along the way Black Milk happened and I knew the answer. Yes! There was real hip hop, live on stage with a purpose. They were following in the tradition of some of the early pioneers but doing it their own way.

Equipped with a DJ, drummer, a keyboard player, and an MPC (which Milk frequents throughout his set to jam with his band), Black Milk has pulled off a well orchestrated live show to promote their already buzzing second album, Tronic (fatbeats). When watching and listening to him live, you get a great sense of growth and creativity from Milk. Lyrically he’s proven himself amongst his Detroit peers like Slum Village and Royce Da’ 5’9, and from a production standpoint he has shown that he can hold his own. With Tronic, Milk has managed to step out even more on the creative end to hand listener’s a dose of more complex arrangements and classic, head nodding beats, as can be heard on Give the Drummer Sum and Hell Yeah. These Dilla inspired grooves translated really well on stage, and I would know, as I just saw him at The Knitting Factory. Another thing I noticed, Milk really trusts his band mates and this can be seen when Milk let’s his band take over into a montage of instrumentals that leaves you wanting more.

Milk’s passion and versatility, continues to raise the bar as a performer. This could be felt and seen as he went from MC to MPC to MD (Musical Director) and his ability to keep the crowd engaged and hanging off his punch lines was equally impressive during his set the other night at the Knitting Factory. Aside from Milk’s anticipated performance, local artists U-N-I and Those Chosen hit the stage earlier in the evening along with local heavyweight (and I do mean heavyweight) Bishop Lamont. Milk and Lamont previously released a free mixtape called CalTroit with DJ Warrior which received a lot of attention nationally.

As Milk’s set wrapped up, he thanked Cali for all their love and support and introduced his band. As he was wrapping up the introductions, gun-shots rang out over the PA system from the DJ’s track. Black Milk, like those digitalized buck-shots, is here to stay and keep fans on their toes. The next generation of hip hop with a great live band is here to stay. Not bad for my first writing assignment for Loudvine.com. And sorry, my camera crapped out so there are no pixs.

A. Landon
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LA Weekly Detour Festival

October 5th, 2008

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Wow:

I could not sleep last night. From the feeling that I was 17 again and wanting to be on top of the most pit @ the Gogol Bordello set, to listening to the powerful sounds of the trio Grand Ole Party, to watching the incredible Bitter:Sweet just a few feet away to listening and watching tons of flying toilet paper during the Black Lips set, this is all I will say. Wow. I love this city and am grateful to ALL the bands I was able to see yesterday at the Detour Festival in Downtown Los Angeles.

Black Lips:

Gogol Bordello:

The power of these bands sets made me want to rush to some “legal” file sharing site and get as much of their tunes as I possibly could. Every band brought energy and a set that deserved to be heard in their entirety. Problem was I felt like a kid again, when at Christmas, you get so many presents, you rip into one and move unto another. I wish I could have been at all four stages simultaneously and trust me I tried my best, but that was just impossible. I got as much VID as I could before my camera died and my arm went numb from holding it up for nearly 6 hours of “filming” for you guys.

 
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