Marika Marika MamaMtLion2@aol.com Labor Of Love Tour Saturday August 3rd 2002 Anti Fest 2002 Larval Organs @ Sidewalk Cafe, NYC "...the sound of laughter on the train." -Cockroach, Larval Organs Sidewalk Cafe has become the epicenter for the Anti-Folk Fest, and the numbers of the audience for each show reflects the popularity of the scene. Tonight is no exception, the place is packed. Save for one table with a free chair at the front of the stage, it's standing room only ( I hate standing, so I grab the chair and have the good fortune to share the table with Lippy, photographer and avid fan of The Larval Organs). Now the name, well, it's disgusting but, it seems to fit. Upon hearing Cockroach pull lyrics from the bottom of somewhere, going through his esophagus (that might act as a distortion effect) and spit them out in the shape of a living sculpture, you get it...that's what larval organs do I think. A walking bass line escorts you in from the street and sits you down in a hard rock sort of way, (hard like old school hard, not metal hard, or annoying hard, like familiar hard) and we are treated to 'Ziplock Torso' and I am reminded of some Meat Puppets musings. There is something to be said for duct tape, when the bassist accidentally unplugs his amp and sends a ripple of fear throughout the club...no worries ( I want to say check the plug, but sometimes is more fun to watch while these things are deduced). I kind of dig a little chaos. Songs tend to start slow, like molasses being poured onto a hot tin roof. Gaining momentum, and slowing down, gaining momentum, thinning out, leaving a brown trail that glistens and turns to hard candy at nightfall. "You don't feel me" Oh, but I do. It's impossible not to. I am drawn to hard candy, it's purty...even though it's bad for my teeth, but half of mine are fake anyway. The lyrics, when distinguishable, illustrate a surreal mindscape that poets and philosophers who haven't had enough to eat tend to perceive the world around them. "I'm gonna cut my hair above my ears, And laugh for days...you will think I am insane." Brent Coal (drums) and Scott Fragalla (bass), (forgive my spelling) keep a sweet rhythm section, nodding in accordance, with Scott Lovey (who is channeling a bit of Neil Young in his solos) this band is just that... banded, bound like a fetish doll. Inviting a back up singer on stage (y'all should have introduced her, perhaps you did,'scuse me), for 'Millions Of Tiny Coffins' provides a Nico-esque flashback... "Won't you calm me down?" A slow lamenting of reminiscence, old leather against scarred and long since healed skin, mirrors the gruff angles of Roach's voice and twangy guitar rhythms. 'Sick Fuck', a rousing old school, upbeat, pop punk tune with a Shonen Knife chorus well punctuated by The Babyskins, gets me tapping my medulla oblongata happily (Roach , by the way, could probably fit a Babyskin in each of his pant legs), Keeping in synchronicity with the energy that was placed in motion Larval Organs wind up their show with 'Wizard Gardenia' off of their demo (which I recommend getting, because if these guys stick it out it might be worth something...someday) . It's a round song, subway across the bridge going to see your lover, anxious, nerves in your throat, moths in your stomach (because you haven't eaten in a while)...um, I need something to eat. |
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Marika Marika MamaMtLion2@aol.com Labor Of Love Tour Saturday August 3rd 2002 Anti Fest 2002 Larval Organs @ Sidewalk Cafe, NYC "...the sound of laughter on the train." -Cockroach, Larval Organs Sidewalk Cafe has become the epicenter for the Anti-Folk Fest, and the numbers of the audience for each show reflects the popularity of the scene. Tonight is no exception, the place is packed. Save for one table with a free chair at the front of the stage, it's standing room only ( I hate standing, so I grab the chair and have the good fortune to share the table with Lippy, photographer and avid fan of The Larval Organs). Now the name, well, it's disgusting but, it seems to fit. Upon hearing Cockroach pull lyrics from the bottom of somewhere, going through his esophagus (that might act as a distortion effect) and spit them out in the shape of a living sculpture, you get it...that's what larval organs do I think. A walking bass line escorts you in from the street and sits you down in a hard rock sort of way, (hard like old school hard, not metal hard, or annoying hard, like familiar hard) and we are treated to 'Ziplock Torso' and I am reminded of some Meat Puppets musings. There is something to be said for duct tape, when the bassist accidentally unplugs his amp and sends a ripple of fear throughout the club...no worries ( I want to say check the plug, but sometimes is more fun to watch while these things are deduced). I kind of dig a little chaos. Songs tend to start slow, like molasses being poured onto a hot tin roof. Gaining momentum, and slowing down, gaining momentum, thinning out, leaving a brown trail that glistens and turns to hard candy at nightfall. "You don't feel me" Oh, but I do. It's impossible not to. I am drawn to hard candy, it's purty...even though it's bad for my teeth, but half of mine are fake anyway. The lyrics, when distinguishable, illustrate a surreal mindscape that poets and philosophers who haven't had enough to eat tend to perceive the world around them. "I'm gonna cut my hair above my ears, And laugh for days...you will think I am insane." Brent Coal (drums) and Scott Fragalla (bass), (forgive my spelling) keep a sweet rhythm section, nodding in accordance, with Scott Lovey (who is channeling a bit of Neil Young in his solos) this band is just that... banded, bound like a fetish doll. Inviting a back up singer on stage (y'all should have introduced her, perhaps you did,'scuse me), for 'Millions Of Tiny Coffins' provides a Nico-esque flashback... "Won't you calm me down?" A slow lamenting of reminiscence, old leather against scarred and long since healed skin, mirrors the gruff angles of Roach's voice and twangy guitar rhythms. 'Sick Fuck', a rousing old school, upbeat, pop punk tune with a Shonen Knife chorus well punctuated by The Babyskins, gets me tapping my medulla oblongata happily (Roach , by the way, could probably fit a Babyskin in each of his pant legs), Keeping in synchronicity with the energy that was placed in motion Larval Organs wind up their show with 'Wizard Gardenia' off of their demo (which I recommend getting, because if these guys stick it out it might be worth something...someday) . It's a round song, subway across the bridge going to see your lover, anxious, nerves in your throat, moths in your stomach (because you haven't eaten in a while)...um, I need something to eat. |
