Don’t hear me

I sure am a mean bastard. These guys are all in their early 20s. They have a funny name: Super Seaweed Sex Scandal. Now if everybody in their early 20s were in such a band the world would be a better place. They have quite smart compositions. They know all the moves, they can do the skronk, they can do the half contemporary classical, they can do the back and forth aacm-style, they can do music you would want to ride a skateboard to, they can do chorales, and they can do a bee swarm. They can do silly beats to bang your head to. But they leave me depressed.

Ok. Their myspage pace says they met on the scene around The Stone, so there’s that John Zorn connection. That wasn’t too hard to guess. So let me hasten to add that I once saw Naked City, and they deeply depressed me too, because there was this huge amount of talent on stage and they all were made to just function. Like a splendid piece of high tech machinery. A classical concert was an exercise in anarchy compared to that. And that’s also what depresses me here: there’s just no freedom on stage. (Though they sure become fidgety behind the bars.)

Don’t hear me, I’m jaded. Besides Zorn, I used to listen to stuff like Dr. Nerve or Curlew in the 1980s. They can do all that (what did you think?) and better, and they’re still so young … Oh, and the crowd is happy!