just some shows. (1:6-1:11)

just some shows. (1/6 – 1/11)


Punk On The Patio

The brain child of Marshal Rones, booker at Foundations Presents and commissioner of Olde 64’s free Monday shows, Punk On The Patio is a soon-to-be monthly series of local bands (not just punk), playing to the open air nightclub, The Patio. Oxygen lovers rejoice! Your time is now!

This first installment features three bands, none of which fit the “punk” label to a safety pin point, but all whom possess the snotty grit associated with the culture. Out Go The Lights, possibly the furthest from punk, use harsh winds of technically tight noise to create sound cyclones. Slumberjack are a noisy two-piece with the voice of hundreds. And Flashlights~~ Prepared to get pounded. They’ll be your closers, spewing fuzzy vomit into the open air like very clean cat. Good thing this show is outside; I’m not sure four walls could handle it.

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Judging by the Cover

In 2015, Time Waste Management, a non-profit dedicated to empowering local artists, opened the doors to their A Place Gallery. The space was gutted and turned into a pristine venue for paintings, book releases, and performance art. On January 7 and 9, it will house a festival of zines from the likes of Bad Anime, Is It Over Yet?, Late to the Party, So Evolved, and Tittie-Thyme. Additional zines will be out for patrons via TWM’s own zine library.

If you’ve yet to experience Orlando’s zine community, take this opportunity to dive right in.

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Priest, Saskatchewan, & Day Joy

For some stupid reason, I haven’t seen Priest yet … and that’s stupid. Their blissfully atmospheric self-tiled debut was the soundtrack to many dreary, and just generally emotive, drives. The synthpop twosome are sharing The Social’s stage with fellow auditory meteorologists, Saskatchewan and Day Joy.

The former makes bipolar indie pop that could radiate the best day of your life, or mark the crypt of your grave. The voice of Chandler Strang can go from an smooth to haunting within the confines of one song, furthering these two emotional opposites.

The latter also shines, but in a more personal way. Day Joy’s folk-influenced shoegaze brings the clouds back to earth, fogging genres. I can firmly say that you should not miss one out of the three of these bands. GoOd ViBeS coming ur way~~

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Body//Talk: Island Science & Someday River

The B//T DJs you met that one time at a party, but love to dance to, are teaming up with two mint Orlando bands — one old, one new — to curdle The Milk District until dawn — probably until more like two in the morning.

Someday River (formerly Bellows) are the vets. They’ve seen da shit and are pros at live performances. I’m pretty sure new music is coming in 2016, so stay close children; Uncle Someday River is coming to tell you about his military days.

The three fresh, young faces of Island Science’s members are playing live for the first time on Saturday. They’ve released a slew of singles (find two of them here and here), which is brilliant, because they already feel like a band I know. I have no idea what their set will bring, but I’m eager to see the poppy trio prove themselves to a Body//Talk crowd.

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Ladies in Experimental Music

The musical product brought by one person is oftentimes surprising. The task of building large, multi-layered song structures by yourself is no easy feat, akin to an artist painting live. Monday at The Space Station, a crowd will see three ladies attempt to string instruments together and entertain. What makes this opportunity even more interesting is that many of these “instruments” aren’t the traditional ones we’re used to.

New York City touring artist Alexa Dexa uses toy pianos and bells as her tools. Orlando’s Tiger Fawn chooses to loop the pounding animal bones and finger-sized cymbals. The third of these musketeers, Renee is a Zombie, also incorporates looping technology, but uses accordion and classical guitar as her paints. Each of these artists appears raw before their audience, who are expecting more than your everyday singer-songwriter. I seriously doubt they will disappoint.

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St. Paul’s Cathedral: St Paul & The Broken Bones @ The Beacham

It was Friday night at The Beacham. The streets outside were crowded with drunken partygoers and all the typical lights and clamor of downtown Orlando at play. But I was in church. St. Paul and the Broken Bones were the preacher and choir, and they skirted the line of being the idol.

I was surprised at this crowd. It was the whitest show I’ve ever been to (not a critique, an observation), which makes sense because the band is the whitest band I’ve ever seen. But boy, were they moving. You can’t help it. I was standing beside a man in cargo shorts and a stoner beanie who was dancing like a jitterbug. The tall head of white guy dreds in front of me was pulsing in time. Even the uncomfortable looking dude who was only there to pick up girls couldn’t help but bob his head.

The Bones switched comfortably between blue-eyed soul, gospel, swing-infused tunes, and even sometimes stretched to Led Zeppelin inspired riffing and guitar soloing, all behind vocalist Paul Janeway’s room-filling bellow. Even your jaded reviewer was moved to shake his hips whilst barely holding back tears.

“Vocalist” is really too small a word for dancing-crooning-crying-sweating-marshmallow- human-pipeorgan Janeway. “I started out singing in the church when I was four,” he told the crowd in his good ol’ boy drawl that barely restrains the pipes of the 6’2” African American bastard son of Otis Redding and James Brown. “So when I say amen, y’all say it back. AMEN!” For the signature number “Broken Bones and Pocket Change,” he stood on the bar among the crowd. A soccer mom in the wings almost fainted when he pointed at her. “Sorry, sometimes the spirit moves ya,” he apologized to the Beacham tech staff as he climbed back onstage. St Paul has the charisma of the Baptist minister from “The Blues Brothers” with the face of a used car salesman.

The risk of ignoring The Bones for the Saint in front was real. I think I’m probably the only person who noticed that during Janeway’s crowd antics, guitarist Browan Lollar had switched to a flamboyant glitter-covered axe worthy of Prince. But that is a testament to Janeway’s stage presense, not his ego. Each of the band members took at least one solo, with Lollar and the reedsman (whose name doesn’t seem to be on any press info…) giving standout performances. Only trumpeter Allen Branstetter didn’t take a chorus at any point. Each time, Janeway called out his man by name and the crowd answered as if it were an altar call.

Which, in a way, the whole show was. It was a bit short for a Sunday service — the set ran about 2 hours including encore, whereas my childhood mornings in an Assemblies of God church lasted about 3 — but St. Paul and companions didn’t let up. From lights up to curtains, their intensity and stamina rivaled that of Ron Jeremy on an hourly wage. The encore was 3 songs long for God’s sake.

Gospel music has been mostly absent from the public consciousness for about 40 years now, but St. Paul and the Broken Bones seem determined to bring it back with nothing but their sweat and their breath. And with appearances on NPR’s Tiny Desk concerts, Jimmy Kimmel, David Letteman, CBS This Morning, and more, they might just do it. One of Janeway’s last addresses to the Beacham crowd was that the band planned on making a habit of visiting Orlando in the winter. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep an eye out for their return. It might just save your soul.

St Paul & The Broken Bones @ The Beacham by Troy Cunio

TVW Zine Release Show | The Vinyl Warhol

TVW Zine Release Show (photos)

Last Thursday was another milestone for this strange art collective. Some of Orlando’s brightest creatives shared their art at Wills Pub. Zines were snatched up and devoured, and a variety of music and spoken word filled the crowd’s ears. Thanks to everyone who performed and tabled. We’ll see you again soon. Enjoy.

If you want the lowdown on all of the bands and zines check the link.

Soapbox Soliloquy - "Besiege My Keep" Video

Soapbox Soliloquy – ‘Closeface//Ghostface’ ep

There’s sort of mutual respect between psychedelic dreampop and sweltering heat. The light guitars and blurred vocals always seem to be my soundtrack to melt to. Maybe this realization is only coming out because I’m currently listening to the new Soapbox Soliloquy while sitting outside in minimal shade, but after the heatstroke kicks in and my bones dissolve, I’ll be a happy puddle of goo.  

Soapbox Soliloquy is the monicker of St. Pete singer-songwriter, Jasmine Deja. I really dug the EP, Clothed in Cost, she released last summer, and since then, she’s come out with two more, the most recent being late-July’s Closeface//Ghostface. Deja is more monumental than ever on this new EP. A huge chunk of the acoustic strumming has been replaced with walls of clanging guitars, and the vocals are more prominent in the mix, varying from Ty Segall-esque wails to ghostly hums.  

Tomorrow, Soapbox Soliloquy is playing a show at Space Station with fellow St. Pete fam, Sonic Graffiti, and Orlando’s fuzz alien, Timothy Eerie. I could be wrong, but this may be the first time she’s played in Orlando. Either way, it’s free, so yeah. Enjoy.

(5/6) A Big Birthday Bonanza at Uncle Lou’s

We don’t need a reason to party, but we got one. Vanessa, the amazing drummer from Wet Nurse, has a birthday next week, and on May 6, a celebration will spill from the walls of Uncle Lou’s, flooding Mill’s 50. Wet Nurse will playing – hopefully after some bday shots – and Me Chinese and Thee Wilt Chamberlain will be providing additional songs to get shitfaced to. I’ve seen Me Chinese drink, and believe me, if the other bands keep up, next Wednesday has the potential to be the drunkest show of the year. Enjoy.

Wet Nurse

Twitter: @wetnursefl
Facebook: facebook.com/wetnurse
Other shit I wrote: GRANDMA PARTY 2014 LIVE: Wet Nurse

Me Chinese

Twitter: @mechinesenochew
Facebook: facebook.com/MeChineseNoChewies
Other shit I wrote: On Tour with Me Chinese Day 1

Thee Wilt Chamberlain

Twitter: @TheeWilt
Facebook: facebook.com/theewilt
Other shit I wrote: Peace Treaty Records – “Greetings From Orlando” PART FIN! 


(4/4) Godless America Birthday Show + Two Cassingle Releases

In our theist-thumbing, crucifix-hugging country, one Orland-based cassette label, led by one brave bottom-feeder, stands up for pagans everywhere. They are Godless America. And they do not take their name that seriously. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if CEO Jordan Duttinger doesn’t take anything seriously. He’s just a man who loves music, so much so that he’s spent seven years slinging tapes for a variety of independent acts. And this Saturday at St. Matthews Tavern, Jordan will be celebrating his 30th Birthday the only way he knows how, with a show packed full of nonbelievers, rhythmically sinning until the sun rises.

Hold on to your butts, because he’s also releasing two new cassingles. As if that long-winded spiel wasn’t enough, I bring you a taste of what Saturday night, featuring: Saucy Yoda, Pasty Cline, Tam Tam The Sandwich Man, and Sayonara. Enjoy.

Saucy Yoda

Garage goddess Saucy Yoda is making the journey to Orlando from Portland, and she’s bring a hot new cassingle with her. “Melatonin” is sweet, sour, bitter, salty, and spicy, all at the same time. If my eardrums could taste, they’d be both confused and satisfied.

Pasty Cline

Pasty Cline is also celebrating the birth of a beautiful baby cassingle. Her name is Miley. Appropriate, given that Side A of this baby is a cover of Miley Cyrus’ #1 single, “Wrecking Ball.” Listen for yourself, but I think Pasty’s take is heartbreaking and hilarious at the same time.

Tam Tam The Sandwich Man

It’s his birthday and he’ll play if he wants to. Jordan will be jumping behind the kit and doing what he does best.


Sayonara will be playing their debut show on Saturday. This brand new Orlando band features members of The Palmettes and Wet Nurse, so chances are, it’s probably not going to suck.

Stuyedeyed (Brooklyn, NY ) added to WE ARE ANIMALS

If you’ve been boycotting us over the last few weeks, or just never liked us to begin with, then WE ARE ANIMALS probably means nothing to you. And that’s fine. I’m not really a fan of this site’s output either. But, WE ARE ANIMALS is our first show (3/21 @ The Space), featuring Witch Kings, Tiger Fawn, Pasty Cline, Pathos, Pathos and – just added – Brooklyn psychedelic savants, Stuyedeyed. If you’d like to become a more informed consumer, read more into WE ARE ANIMALS and RSVP. Enjoy.

It’s a great surprise to have Stuyedeyed on board with this show. They’re coming into Orlando a little sooner than they expected – they have another show on 3/22 – and were looking for a place to play. So, take a minute and melt into the lava-esque sounds flowing through their debut album Birth, and come see them close out The Space. I say the more the merrier. What do you think?

Watch Ben Katzman’s DeGreaser Shred The Space (New Cassette Out Now!)

Today is special. Today is the day that The Vinyl Warhol hosts its first-ever guest contributor. The man I am referencing is the insanely talented Christopher Garcia. For years, Christopher has been capturing local and non-local artists throughout Florida, and he is just as dedicated to developing the Orlando music community as I am. It’s awesome having Christopher working with us, and hopefully this won’t be a one-off appearance. If you’d like to check out his other work, head over to his photography Tumblr. Enjoy.

Boston-grown record label BUFU Records is the best thing to unfold as we roll into 2015. BUFU describes itself as a “Boston-based label that puts community first, BUFU Records has done our best to give local bands and music fans alike a place to come together and rock out.” They started the year off by bringing BUFU Fest to Miami with Boston heroes Free Pizza, Gods Dogs, and a new favorite, Ben Katzmann’s DeGreaser. BUFU Fest was the beginning of the Spread the Shred tour 2015 with special guests: Colleen Green, Ben Katzman’s Degreaser, and Miami’s The Jellyfish Brothers.

During the FL/GA tour’s stop at The Space, Ben Katzman’s DeGreaser hinted at a new album in collaboration with Portland-based tape label, Gnar Tapes. Now in February, Rok N Rol Community College has dropped as a declaration to the power of the shred. Each song shredding heavier and harder with a clear ode to the old school, but with an energy that is revitalizing DIY Rock n Roll. Check it out for yourself here and be sure to pick up the cassette on their Bandcamp!!


Why Is The Space Important?

On any given night, 1206 E. Colonial Dr. is a prime location to witness Orlando’s growing cultural impact. This artistic mecca is home to a variety of celebrations and group expression; punk shows, acoustic nights, yoga classes, poetry readings, and late-night ragers have all found a place in its continuously open door. The paradise I’m referring to is Orlando’s most cherished DIY venue, The Space. Since its inception, The Space has provided an outlet where anyone living in, or simply passing through, the Orlando community can hold a public or private event for a flexible, donation-based rental rate.

The idea of a place for us to teach in, to rehearse and play in that is kept afloat based on the efforts of the community is such a next-level, foreign concept for us. Maybe this is our chance to evolve as a unit and directly support each other’s passions and art forms.

– Addison Muha (Fiery Guitarist, Singer-Songwriter) 

But, providing such a platform isn’t cheap. The Space continuously struggles to make rent and relies on the surrounding community to keep it afloat. This Saturday, Space Fest 2, a fundraising event featuring music, art, and tarot card readings, will raise money to help keep this dream a reality. Admission is $10, and every cent is going directly to The Space. In preparation for the event, I asked some of Saturday’s performers to give me their thoughts on one question: “Why is The Space important?” In my opinion, if we let The Space die, we are closer letting the Orlando music and art community fade away as well. Don’t let Mickey Mouse win. Enjoy.

I live in a city where we lost all of our venues that allow smaller, local bands to play, and because of that, our music scene has basically died out. Of course that would never happen to Orlando, but you guys can’t let the venues with such a good reputation as The Space die out. We all know how sad it was to see The Peacock Room go.

– Russell Nylen (Tiger Fawn Avant-Percussionist)

Visit thespaceistheplace.com for upcoming events!

The Space is great asset to local music, as it enables and encourages community more than a regular venue would. It feels like our thing and a lot of people take pride in it.

– Dromes (Electro-pop Guru)

There is no other way to describe the importance of The Space other than using the word HOME. Home is wherever you can be you. Home is where you create your greatest memories with the greatest people you can encounter. Home doesn’t have to have the best of anything, as long as you make the best out of everything. The Space gives people a home who don’t have one. If you need a place to be free, and be yourself, The Space is the place to be.

TKO (O-town Hip Hop Heavyweight) 

DIY venues give local communities the ability to express their own unique brand/culture of weird; The Space embraces that mentality. But with that freedom comes the responsibility of preserving both the credibility and the physical condition of that place … Having something like The Space is a privilege, not a right. If it is treated as such, then we believe Orlando can further cultivate a community of creativity that will blow minds.

– Dani Lacerda (Tiger Fawn Vocalist) 

[The Space] is a direct reflection of the community. How it’s doing, how it’s run, the shows that happen there, are all representative of how the music community (to be honest, how the entire artistic community) as a whole is doing … If The Space needs help, that’s a reflection of the music community.

ARK (Multimedia Artist and Multi-Instrumentalist)