TVW Zine Release Show | Thursday, 9/3/2015 | Will’s Pub | $5

In June we released our first zine, a compilation of photos and memories from our tour dairy with Me Chinese. This was originally intended to be a one-off. But, everyone at ZINE FEST was so encouraging, we couldn’t just stop. So with the support of a bunch of really talented Orlando artists, zine two is on the way. And after of the amazing time we had at our first show, WE ARE ANIMALS, we’ve decided to release the zine at a party with all our friends.

The Vinyl Warhol is an extension of the Orlando arts community, not just the music community, and we’re doing something a little different. We’re making a sandwich. Three bands will serve as the hearty bread, with spoken word in between slices as the pb & j in your ears. Orlando’s finest zines (ours is mediocre in comparison) will be set up like fine potato salad to feed your brain more syntax. Doors are at 8:30, music starts at 9:30 p.m. Enjoy your meal, menu below!

Huge thanks to Orlando musician/graphic artist, Cory Young, for our poster. If you see it around, steal it. 

MUSIC

The Knick-Knacks

The Knick-Knacks came to me via my friends in Pathos, Pathos at 3:30 a.m., in between my botched front flips into the band’s shared pool. The much more coordinated band members of Pathos2 praised the Melbourne-based garagesters’ live chops and catchy melodies. Coincidentally, one of their songs is called “CannonBall.”

yogurt smoothness

Almost two years ago — yes, we’ve been doing this shit that long — I wrote the twelfth post to appeared this blog, “Hometown Heroes: yogurt smoothness.” Baby writer, Matthew Weller, said, “The two create a wall of sound, punching you in the chest, demanding lunch money.” This was actually the first time I wrote about an Orlando band. Now, approximately 250 posts later, they’re playing our second show. Talk about “full circle.

adam and the plastic

I met two members of adam and the plastic at a barbecue joint on Colonial. I was talking about another project that’s in the works, and they wanted to play it. That’s still happening (wait for it, I am excited) and this is happening too. Do you like your indie rock unshaven and sounding like something fresh from The Factory? Maybe you don’t even know what that means. Maybe you think I’m insane. Listen to this:

ZINES

Tittie-Thyme

Tittie-Thyme is an exceptional group of people. Their ideology is empowerment and community, a theme that engulfs every release. Emotive personal stories, interesting how-tos, and humorous anecdotes will leave you walking away having learned something (why do I sound like a kid from Reading Rainbow?). Women are their focus. But their audience is genderless.

Is It Over Yet?

A bunch of punks got together and made Is It Over Yet?. And it’s fucking beautiful. Their zines are filled with drawings and paintings and poetry and photographs and essays, all done with authenticity and feeling. Looking through IIOY?’s releases is like strolling through a back alley art gallery. What you find is probably going to be hard to look at, but it’s going to grab ahold of you and demand something immediately.

let’s kiss

let’s kiss is a zine orchestrated by our own KARINA CURTO! She compiled a bunch of first kiss/time stories from her friends, and they’re really good reads. These are packaged along with some personal photos and artwork. I love it because it’s so Karina.

SPOKEN WORD

Spoken word will be taking place before each band, and if we have enough people who want to read, after. I was sleeping on the Orlando spoken word circuit for a while, but my eyes are now open, and I can see.

If you want to read, send me an email: matt@thevinylwarhol.com 

Here’s an unfinished list of our spoken word boys and girls:

  • Karina Suzanne
  • Young Moon
  • Troy Cunio
  • Cory Young
  • Lila Miller 
  • Emily Beth
  • Matador

Orlando Singles: The Welzeins – “Shit & Sugar”

Welcome to the best place to find hot Orlando-area singles. Today we have two young bachelors who call themselves: The Welzeins. These charming men won’t use roses and chocolate to sweep you off your feet; they prefer shit, sugar, and raw beef. Enjoy.

The Welzeins are a greasy two-piece who specialize in fuzz-filled surf rock. “Shit and Sugar” is the first single from their debut album, which is scheduled to be released sometime this year. The song is essentially a bare-bones garage rock tune, filled to the brim with crunchy guitars and primal screams. Tomorrow, The Welzeins are playing their first show with new drummer Matt Wassum at some random dude’s house. It’s definitely going to be a good times, so come on out. Bring your dads!

Live Review: Kendrick Lamar @ CFE Arena

Easter is a sacred day where people gather together for worship, family meals, and, in my experience at least, to collectively shout “I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower, so I can fuck the world for 72 hours.” If my reference went over your head, then allow me rephrase: I spent the evening of Jesus’ rebirth with thousands of other college-aged “hip-hop-heads,” (I use quotations because this is how one of the Caucasian openers describe the audience and I would never use such a silly phrase) all there to see Compton-based MC Kendrick Lamar. Lamar’s latest output, 2012’s Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City, passed by me at first, but more recently, has infiltrated my ears. I was excited to share the good news with Lamar, as well as, see if rap’s hottest MC is any good live. Enjoy.

Good Kid, S.H.O.W. Shitty

Now, I don’t want to seem too harsh on Kendrick, but I had very high expectations for Sunday’s show, and for the most part, they were not met. All of the opening acts aren’t worth mentioning, with the exception of MC Chief *something’s*”hype man.” I’ve seen a lot of people. But, Sunday night was the first time I have ever seen a white man with a blond permanent, dancing around to another white man’s sub-par verses while waving around a concert tee. And for the length of approximately six songs, he sold that shit. This young man paraded around the stage like Vanilla Ice possessed with the spirit of Billy Mays. At the end of his master’s set, this unnamed hero finally put an end to his teasing, and bestowed the shirt on the crowd, in a moment I can only compare to Jesus turning water into wine. <- another Easter joke


Enough rambling about less than stellar openers, let’s move on to rambling about the less than stellar closer. I can’t even remember what Kendrick opened with, but what I do remember is that it was very underwhelming. The 26-year-old MC was introduced by a less than enthusiastic *insert air horn here*DJ, and simply walked onto the stage. Now, I’m not expecting him to be lowered down from the rafters a la Gene Simmons, but this was a theme present throughout the evening. Kendrick Lamar, walking around the stage rapping without passion. And it was disappointing. Between/during songs, he used numerous concert cliches in a failed attempt to hype up the crowd. “Let’s see which side of the arena is the loudest.” “Repeat the chorus after me.” “Give me your money while you do a lackluster rendition of one of my best songs.”

But, maybe I am giving Kendrick a hard time. There were really exciting moments, but they were separated by minutes and minutes of filler. (Note: minutes are hours while seeing live music.) “Backseat Freestyle” was an obvious highlight. The beat was nasty, the crowd was into it, and Kendrick sounded hungrier. But, referring back to the cliches I listed earlier, at the end of the song, he cut the music and repeated the chorus numerous times while the audience sung back to him. To all musical performers who are trying to be better live: THIS IS BORING! We know the words, and we know you know the words.


Now, I have a hypothesis to why this concert was a flop, and it’s closely related to why Kendrick’s singles weren’t appealing to me at first. Within the environment of Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City, a song like “Money Trees” has a much deeper meaning.  It’s preceded by depictions of the harsh Compton influence, and feels like a hopeless cry for help. But live, we’re pulled out of that landscape, and the song looses all its visceral meaning. “Swimming Pools (Drank)” is another example of how context twists the message. ACTUALLY, the context within the song by itself is pretty much the same: a young man battling with the temptations of abusing alcohol, while coming from a family with a history of alcoholism. BUT, the song has been morphed into a vapid celebration of drinking by idiotic “fans.” And because Kendrick’s set was more than just a front to back performance of Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City, the show lacked genuine feelings. But Kendrick is a genuine artist with genuine music, and he needs to push for more live authenticity then what I saw in the semi-anti-climatic, yet still very awesome, closer of the show. “YACK, YACK, YACK YACK!”