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Nada Mucho Presents
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By Chris McCann
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Saturday, 17 July 2010 |
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Roadside Graves Live in Seattle
The Life You Save May Be Your Own
(Sunset Tavern, Monday August 9)
There’s an element of the tent revival to the Roadside Graves. This shambling country band from Metuchen, New Jersey, inhabits a world full of the lonely and the lost, the unfulfilled and the unredeemed. Think dissolute Americana sung by an itinerant preacher. Bob Dylan and Shane MacGowan sharing a bottle. Flannery O’Connor in a lowdown saloon.
The Graves have been around for eight years now and have released a series of albums of increasing complexity and depth. Their narrative songs confront loss with wheezing accordion and keening fiddle, and battle death with barroom piano and ragged guitar. Throughout it all, lead singer John Gleason’s raspy voice — equal parts resignation, bourbon, and hope — struggles to understand the fragility of everything that keeps us alive.
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Nada Mucho Presents
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By Graham Isaac
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Tuesday, 12 February 2008 |
The first time I saw Lake of Falcons was last year at the Jules Mae Saloon. It was part of an aborted attempt to see Police Teeth after a long day of other obligations.
Sadly, I and my party were thwarted by south Seattle’s intricate roadwork, which seems specifically designed to put you back on the freeway with no end in sight for six more miles. Either that, or I'm just not that observant and it'd been a long time since I'd been south of the U-District. Either way…
Happily for that evening, the other two bands were also good and redeemed any frustrations with the city's infrastructure. There was the much vaunted Feral Children (whom I'm sure you can read about in any given issue of The Stranger from the last eight months) and an evening-closing performance by Lake of Falcons.
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Nada Mucho Presents
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By Matt Brown
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Friday, 11 January 2008 |
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My brief treatise upon the merits of H Is For Hellgate, a rock band from Seattle, Washington
H Is For Hellgate churn out tricky indie-prog constructions onstage with little apparent effort.
The boys in the group mug and pose endearingly, while the two young women sternly apply themselves to the serious task of rocking the hell out. They were my favorite local discovery of 2007, and I try not to miss any of their Seattle shows.
Actually, I'm so deep in H Is For Hellgate's junk now, I should pay them rent for hosting my parasitic carcass.
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Nada Mucho Presents
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By Tyson Lynn
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Monday, 17 September 2007 |
The sun briefly peered through the clouds early Sunday night, ending a daylong refusal to directly show itself. Around the High Dive, those touched by the heavenly beams found themselves happier, lighter.
And then the music began.
Fiends and Harlequins are a local unsigned trio who madly dance the boundary between indulgence and adventure. Whipping through genres and melodies, they evoke Pink Floyd refracted through an At The Drive In Lens, an ADHD acid addict following brilliant tangents through darkened streets until they give way to the water.
The men of Fiends and Harlequins--bassist Josh Halbert (Fiend), guitarist Alex Bishop (Harlequin), and drummer Steve Barci (Fiend and Harlequin)--are all highly skilled in their instruments,
but it is as a unit that they show of how much they are capable.
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Nada Mucho Presents
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By Jason Fisher
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Tuesday, 06 March 2007 |
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