Showing posts with label lookbook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lookbook. Show all posts

Friday, June 18, 2010

dance party til death.

last night was radical. headed to schuba's with some new pals (word up laurennnn, sconsin represent). got there in time for about 15 mins of clique talk's gnarly set, boogied my butt off to their interesting rendition to rick ross's 'everyday im hustlin', i was spitting along like, whoa, what, how do i know all these words, what the hell am i singing to? then boom. damn. awesome. 2nd band was hall & oates meets math rock if your aunt hired your hipster cousins to play her wedding reception - and totally not in a cool way, but omg this shit is awful way. bummer. but then lookbook brought that house down. totally digging their album, but live? wow. for two (very nice, btw) people, they made a helluva sound and got the crowd dancing hard. think if phantogram removed the mystic dark schtick outta their ass and just focused on rocking out, these two brougth it. so much fun. shouldn't be allowed. nights like last make me eternally grateful to be unemployed.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

(this) thursday night dance party? maybe?

i've got pals up in minnesnota. they's aiight. they like good music and from time to time we'll share our tastes/recommendations. one such band i heard on the fly was a lil' duo by the name of lookbook. pals' band played with em and the name stuck out. when my editor at innerview assigned me a preview for their upcoming gig at schuba's this thurs, the name clicked in recognition and i got ahold of their effort 'wild at heart' and wasn't disappointed. kinda electro-synth rockish glitter new wave-ish, but not in the fluffy disposable trend of the week flavor. homegirl's got pipes on her and the dude's got mad production skills. at least that's what i picked up from spinning (and re-spinning) the record. soooooo, schuba's, thursday june 17th, 8 bones. who the hell is ma' date? clique talk's opening if that's any incentive. sweaty, awkward chubster screaming like a banshee. should be entertaining to say the least. . . plus i could really use a dance-off, so i'll buy you a brew if ya' accompany my stressed ass.