Built to Spill @ Irving Plaza, 11.07.13

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By this point in their career, guitar hero stalwarts Built to Spill have carved out a reputation for being a jam band for people who don’t like jam bands. Yet in concert, there’s not a lot of jamminess about them. Sure, the triple-guitar attack of BTS has a way of elevating what should be nice little 3-minute rock songs into 8-minute mini rock operas, but like operas, the songs have distinct sections, movements, crescendos, and—most importantly—clear end points. After all, the most insidious part of jam bands is the endless noodling. With Built to Spill, yeah, you’re going to get about 5 songs an hour, but for the most part, if you’ve seen them before, there won’t be a lot of unwelcome surprises of the endless-jamming variety.

That said, they sold-out crowd at Irving Plaza certainly seemed like a jam-band crowd, judging by the amount of awkward dancing and pot smoking. Plus, BTS obliged the audience with a setlist of mostly older tracks, after opening with the now-standard “Goin’ Against Your Mind.” The only new wrinkles were a trio of covers. First was guitarist Brett Netson singing lead on Captain Beefheart’s “Abba Zabba, then the encore opened with two newish BTS covers, Blue Oyster Cult’s “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper,” and The Smiths’ “How Soon Is Now.” The latter’s delay-heavy guitar sounded a perfect fit for BTS, though Doug Martsch’s strained high-pitch croon would not remind anyone of Morrissey.

Built to Spill are at an odd place in their careers at the moment: An indie-rock band that’s still on a major label who haven’t released a record since 2009. Material for a new album was recorded then scrapped. And the rhythm section of Brett Nelson and Scout Plouf was replaced with new blood. They seem to be content touring for the sake of touring (or by appearances, playing shows while on break from their epic, decade-long camping trip). But if the crowd at Irving Plaza was any indication, they don’t need to hurry to record that next album. If BTS are less than perfect from now on, there’s nothing wrong with loving that.

Bat for Lashes @ Webster Hall, 08.30.13

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British chanteuse Bat For Lashes, in town as the opener for Depeche Mode’s arena tour, played her own sold-out headlining show at Webster Hall on a sweltering late August night on Friday, the 30th.  After an opening set by San Diego’s Barbarian, Khan emerged, clad in a flowing, psychedelically cosmic pantsuit. Her set consisted of songs from all three of her albums, including last year’s The Haunted Man.

The Julie Ruin, Majical Cloudz, Body/Head @ Saint Vitus, 06.13.2013

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Ex-Bikini Kill and Le Tigre leader Kathleen Hanna debuted her new band, The Julie Ruin, at a Northside Festival show at Saint Vitus in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, on June 13. After a poignantly bleak set by Motreal duo Majical Cloudz, The Julie Ruin–featuring a lineup of co-Bikini Kill founder/bassist Kathi Wilcox, Kenny Mellman of Kiki and Herb fame on keyboards, guitarist Sara Landeau, and drummer Carmine Covelli–ran through a setlist of songs from their upcoming album, Run Fast, as well as songs from Hanna’s 1997 solo album from which the band takes its name. Following The Julie Ruin was Body/Head, the experimental guitar duo of Bill Nace and Sonic Youth’s Kim Gordon. Despite filling the room with guitar drones and the giant projections onstage, it was  impossible to watch the performance without the dissolution of Gordon and Thurston Moore’s marriage (and thus of Sonic Youth) in the back of your mind.

Japandroids @ Music Hall of Williamsburg, 06.07.13

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Canadian rock duo Japandroids played the post-Governor’s Ball show at Music Hall of Williamsburg on a hot and rainy June evening. Continuing their marathon tour in support of last year’s Celebration Rock, the duo tore through the entire album amidst a never-ending wave of crowd-surfers, stage-divers, and fist-pumpers. If the entire crowd was psyched throughout the show, they reached a whole new level of pyschitude for closer “The House That Heaven Built.” Always an interesting mix between indie-rock kids and guitar-rockin’ meatheads, the dude-heavy crowd pumped their fists to the “oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-OH” chorus, and they might as well have been singing “BRO-BRO-BRO-BRO, BRO-BRO-BRO-BRO!”