Pizza Underground @ Baby's All Right

December 13th, 2013



Baby's All Right is a shiny new restaurant/bar/music venue on Broadway just a tenderloin toss away from Peter Luger.  What's one way to get people through the door?  Have Macaulay Culkin (yes, the one from Home Alone who you last saw in the tabloids looking scraggly and possibly knocking on death's door) perform a free show with his friends as "Pizza Underground" and give everyone who gets in free pizza. 

Clairy Browne & the Bangin' Rackettes @ The Knitting Factory

December 6th, 2013


While it's summer in their hometown of Melbourne, Clairy Browne & the Bangin' Rackettes recently played some gigs here in the ice box that is America.  Last Friday, on a cold and soggy night in Brooklyn, they did their best to heat things up for a crowd in need of some warm vibes.  Clairy and her mates are promoting their throwback rhythm and blues album "Baby Caught The Bus", recently released here, but already an award winner in Australia.  Miss Browne is a soulful seductress, belting out tunes across the spectrum of love and lust, backed by sassy backup singers/dancers and a rock solid band that includes a swanky saxophonist.  While they weren't amazing from start to finish (the slower selections came off a bit generic), there were definitely superb sections where everything clicked and the Knitting Factory became one big party.  The place got hot, the bartenders struggled to keep up, and the dancing got dirty. The night also included unintended comedy when a sweet gesture turned awkward.  Clairy pulled a young girl, maybe 12, from the audience up to sing with her.  The song?  Love Letter, a naughty number about writing someone and telling them all the things you want them to do to you.  The girl stood motionless with stage fright as Clairy, clad in a skin tight shimmery dress that left little to the imagination, encouraged her to sing along and the Rackettes danced around them like a sultry game of Ring Around the Rosie.  The moment where the young lady loosened up and got comfortable never came, yet they kept her on stage through the entire song.  I have a feeling it'll be a while before she agrees to go out with mom on a Friday night again.  As for me, I'll shake a leg to Clairy and her crew any time. 







Gesaffelstein @ Webster Hall

December 3rd, 2013


Let me start this review by saying that I'm not at all knowledgeable about contemporary techno.  Back in the 90s, in what seems like a past life, I threw large underground parties in Tampa, Florida with DJs who spun til the sun rose.  Back then I had a much keener sense of what was hot.  It was my job.  Those days of rolling and cutting it up are long behind me.  But after listening to Gesaffelstein's debut album, Aleph, I felt inclined to catch him live and get a little taste of what I used to gorge on.  


What I personally enjoy about this Frenchman's sound is how he strips the genre to its most basic elements.  He paints over crisp, muscular beats with sparse keyboards, simple bass lines, dark moody chords, and the occasional horn.  Embellishments are few and far between.  The "build up, drop, build up, drop" structure is one he rarely employs.  Instead, his bigger songs are in your face from beginning to end.  The world he creates is one where the sun rarely rises and danger lurks under the surface.  It's not surprising Kanye West brought him in to help craft the aggressive sound of "Black Skinhead".  Gesaffelstein has an intensity that's obvious, both on record and when he performs.  


Standing behind his equipment on a pedestal painted to resemble granite, Gesaffelstein kept his foot on the gas and a cigarette in his mouth.  I mean, seriously, this cat smokes like a regular Serge Gainsbourg.  It was so constant in fact that it became almost a distraction.  "Seriously?  Another one? That's like 7 in a row."  All the while he dropped beat after beat with an almost militaristic stiffness.  The young crowd ate it up and responded by dancing so much it made the place shake.  I almost thought at one point the floor might give way.  The "look at me with my shirt off" guys were in the house too, dancing on speakers along the walls and clearly not just high on life.  If the reaction of the packed Webster Hall is any indication, Gesaffelstein should have quite an army when it all goes down. 
I'm guessing his first order will be to find and bring him cigarettes.