Pleasures The RUB Review

EP review: PLEASURES – ‘The RUB’

pleas·ure – (n.) a feeling of happy satisfaction and enjoyment.

I caught my first glimpse of PLEASURES at GROWTH, a half-show, half-visual spectacle that served as the unveiling of a mobile light installation from Orlando musician/artist, ARK. PLEASURES played directly before ARK. No doubt. He picked the right band. The spacey bliss of PLEASURES lulled the audience into a trance; a blanket of warm synthesizers wrapped each individual. This feeling translates directly onto their beautifully produced debut-EP, The RUB. Enjoy.

Three of the four songs that make-up The RUB are over five minutes long. Each one of them whips and whirls the listener through space and time, as instruments crash over each other. On the opener, “Everything Forever,” the guitar and synth are subdued during the verses, but pulse with intense color in the instrumental breaks between them. They continue to soar higher and higher, finally exploding into stardust after almost six minutes. Vocalist Katherine Kelly seems to control them with her heavily modulated commands. She cries, “I want you.”

These robotic vocals glitch out on the next song, “Gemini Twin.” The synths do the same, firing like malfunctioning lasers. It’s important to note that these wild elements are always offset by a tight, precise rhythm section. Check the infectious drum beat on “Man is A God.” It forms a launching pad for the other instruments.

For as weird as The RUB is, its most supernatural moment is the final track, “Tryna Get The Honey From The Pot.” A pounding electronic beat serves as a pallet for Kelly’s twisted coos. The layers of sound bind to form a wall of static. We have truly transcended this space. Then, the EP just stops. Probably, a sucked into a black hole or some shit. 

Album Review: The Welzeins – “The Welzeins”

Those fuckers in The Welzeins finally decided to release an album, and I’m here to tell you about that album. Intro, intro, intro. Enjoy.

Damn, that intro sucked.

On their first full-length, The Welzeins bring thick, crunchy, fuzzed-out songs, not dissimilar to garage rock artists like: Ty Segall, White Fence, and The White Wires. Their sound is a familiar one, but the band does it justice by putting tons personality into their music. The opener “Zhark Attack,” one of the band’s best live staples, is filled with humorous lines about dad getting laid, and then attacked by a shark. The bridge features singer RJ playing lifeguard, urging swimmers to vacate the waters. But when he screams “DAADDD!,” you realize a young man has just lost his father to an ocean of fuzz.

Other album highlights include “Shit and Sugar,” “Miss Mosshart,” “Cigarette Girls,” and “I Get Stoned.” These songs, more so then some of the others, are filled with that personality that makes The Welzeins stand out in the massive congregation of The First National Church of Big Muff. “Miss Mosshart” is a love note to The Kill’s frontwoman, and “I Get Stoned” is about, wouldn’t you know, getting stoned. Another standout, “Cigarette Girls” has these cool allusions to tobacco use: “I’m no Marlboro Man,” “she’s got that American spirit,” “I’m addicted to you.” There’s also a great reprise in the song filled with reverbed oohs that sounds almost psych-like. This small change is refreshing in the straightforward, riff heavy atmosphere of the album.

And that’s it. Listen to the album, and let me know what you think. Also, try to get a chance to see The Welzeins live. Shit’s good. Peace.

14 Days to Bonnaroo: Speedy Ortiz

We have two weeks people! TWO! TO! TOOO! We’ve already halfway through our countdown, but still have a shit ton of awesome acts to cover. Enjoy

Bonnaroo Tip of the Day: If you’ve got the extra cash, you should try all the tasty food Bonnaroo has to offer. Vegetarians and vegans are not discriminated against.

Speedy Ortiz – Friday, June 13, 10:40 P.M. – New Music on Tap Lounge

Similar Bonnaroo Sounds: Warpaint, Real Estate

Speedy Ortiz is an indie rock band from Northampton, Ma, whose debut album Major Arcana was released in July of last year. Their often haunting brand of indie rock combines grunge and post-punk elements, with singer Sadie Dupuis’s surprising sweet voice. Speedy Ortiz’s music is always changing direction, moving up and down in a chaotic tornado. The band recently released Real Hair, a four song EP with some of their most disorganized, and most infectious, sounds to date.

Album Review: Dog Party – “Lost Control”

Get your dancing shoes on children, because today is a special day. Today, is my first album review, and I’m about as excited Miley Cyrus frenching a sledge-hammer (no, but seriously that happened). I’m not claiming to be the next Anthony Fantano, aka the G.O.A.T., I’m just here because I like this music, and I think other people would enjoy it. Everything that I say is purely opinion based, and you are welcome to send me an album if you want me to review something. Enjoy.

Dog + Party = Lost Control.

Dog Party is two-piece outfit, from Sacramento, CA. Lost Control, is their second full-length album, following 2011’s P.A.R.T.Y. (listen to it!). The band is comprised of Gwendolyn and Lucy Giles, two sisters are both in their teens. (Talk about impressive, when I was 15 all I did was eat ice cream, THAT’S IT!) I first ran upon these two, when the song “Jet Pack”, completely dominated my summer. I was lucky enough to see Dog Party at Will’s Pub here in Orlando. There, I picked up Lost Control a full two months before it hit stores.


Boom. Face.

The sound of this LP is true to the California poppy punk style. Now, I wouldn’t call Lost Control Pop-punk, but the melodies mixed with aggression is here. On tracks like, “Lost Control”, “Box of Handkerchiefs”, and “Los Angeles” (originally performed by X), Lucy Giles let’s out these screaming moans that grab you by the neck. The two trade off on vocals, Lucy brings the grit, where Gwen’s voice is more melodic, see a track like “Best Friend”, which comes across prettier than other tracks. Dog Party definitely knows melody, on “The World Is Not A Game”, Gwen’s catchy background melody, against Lucy’s yells are just, *Mmmmm*.

To me at least, the lyrics show the girls age. “Flamingo Go!” is literally, a song about flamingos, and “Best Friend” tackles the heart-break of young love. That being said, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Listening to Lost Control makes you feel young inside. It gives you that child-like spirit, of the first time your parents let you go to the beach with your friends. “Flamingo Go!” is a fun song, and when I’m listening to a band like Dog Party, that’s what I want to feel, alive. “Jet Pack” is a perfect example, when Gwen sings, “Ohhh, want to go ride with me?”, it doesn’t sound overly sexual. The song sounds like she wants you to come to the beach with her, and you happen to be going there on a jet pack, what’s funner than that?

My only real complaint about the album is a lack of musical variety. Sometimes, the songs feel too fleshed out, not really thick enough to catch my attention. I know Dog Party is only two people, but with bands like The White Stripes, they build the guitars to create a thick sound. Songs like “Cry” and the guitar on “Flamingo Go!” come to mind, they’re to thin to be a great song. I think the addition of a fuzz pedal would have helped shaken up some songs. Something, so that the rifts, which aren’t groundbreaking to begin with, pack a little more punch.

“Alright”, the last track on Lost Control, is probably the most mature on the album. Lucy sings about remembering how lonely she was before she met someone, and the lyrics sound really adult here. Her voice has some echo on it, and the staggering pace is built by these quick chucks of the guitar. It sits well at the end of Lost Control, after your first high school party, “Alright” is the hangover the next morning.

Listen to Dog Party on Spotify, and follow them on Facebook. Leave me a comment telling me what you think of Lost Control. Also, suggest another album for me to review. Do it!