Friday, May 20, 2005
sorry about Collective Soul, America
Deer Hunter: "Tech School"
Atlanta’s got a bad rep, rock-wise, and it might be completely deserved. Over the years its had a few good bands, but for the most part Atlanta’s rock lineage is populated with acts of unspeakable horror. Its rap is world-class, of course, but in every other way Atlanta’s been shown-up, musically, by such smaller towns as Macon, Athens, and even Augusta (hell, one man alone makes Augusta’s musical mark indelible, and superior to Atlanta's). Seriously, it’s one damn sad joke.
A week or so ago, I found a few mp3’s on-line by Deer Hunter, a contemporary rock band from that fair city of my birth. I wasn’t expecting much. What I heard was pretty good, though, and the more I listened the more I liked it. Apparently they’re connected in some way to the Black Lips, the last ATL rock band that didn’t let me down. Whereas the Lips are more straight-up garage punk idiocy, Deer Hunter seems to have a more vested interest in making unusual and potentially alienating sounds. They play at the dance-punk thing a bit, but they bury it under enough layers of grime, hiss, and random formless noise to avoid that fad’s more dogmatic precepts. It becomes undeniable that the band’s working with the right ideas when the song briefly turns into a crazed blur at the 1:54 mark. Deer Hunter puts up a fine Fall / early Pavement approximation, something every city could use, and hopefully next time I return home I can catch a show somewhere.
Oh yeah, the band informed me that this particular mp3, procured from their label’s website, was ripped from a vinyl copy of their album, and using a shitty turntable. I think it sounds pretty awesome as is, and hopefully the original isn’t missing too much of this file’s righteous mire.
Deer Hunter: "Tech School"
Atlanta’s got a bad rep, rock-wise, and it might be completely deserved. Over the years its had a few good bands, but for the most part Atlanta’s rock lineage is populated with acts of unspeakable horror. Its rap is world-class, of course, but in every other way Atlanta’s been shown-up, musically, by such smaller towns as Macon, Athens, and even Augusta (hell, one man alone makes Augusta’s musical mark indelible, and superior to Atlanta's). Seriously, it’s one damn sad joke.
A week or so ago, I found a few mp3’s on-line by Deer Hunter, a contemporary rock band from that fair city of my birth. I wasn’t expecting much. What I heard was pretty good, though, and the more I listened the more I liked it. Apparently they’re connected in some way to the Black Lips, the last ATL rock band that didn’t let me down. Whereas the Lips are more straight-up garage punk idiocy, Deer Hunter seems to have a more vested interest in making unusual and potentially alienating sounds. They play at the dance-punk thing a bit, but they bury it under enough layers of grime, hiss, and random formless noise to avoid that fad’s more dogmatic precepts. It becomes undeniable that the band’s working with the right ideas when the song briefly turns into a crazed blur at the 1:54 mark. Deer Hunter puts up a fine Fall / early Pavement approximation, something every city could use, and hopefully next time I return home I can catch a show somewhere.
Oh yeah, the band informed me that this particular mp3, procured from their label’s website, was ripped from a vinyl copy of their album, and using a shitty turntable. I think it sounds pretty awesome as is, and hopefully the original isn’t missing too much of this file’s righteous mire.
