Rue the Day rocks AU
Whether you call it "creepy, screamy, weirdo, metal hardcore ... metal emo violence ... [or] post hardcore prog-metal," as described by frontman Carni Klirs, you can't deny the cathartic abandon that is AU's own Rue the Day.
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Whether you call it "creepy, screamy, weirdo, metal hardcore ... metal emo violence ... [or] post hardcore prog-metal," as described by frontman Carni Klirs, you can't deny the cathartic abandon that is AU's own Rue the Day.
1. "King of Carrot Flowers Pt. I"
Come ye sick, ye broken, huddled masses. Another shore is calling you, a golden city to the North. It is home already to many of your friends. It is Montreal. Be not afraid. The Arcade Fire, the Canadian quintet (give or take some guests) led by former Texan Win Butler, says "put down your weapons." Let it all out. We come in peace. We come for your own good.
On Friday, the Govinda Gallery in Georgetown opened their newest exhibition: "Ken Regan: Bob Dylan's Rolling Thunder Review."
Last Wednesday, when most students were headed home for Thanksgiving, Michigonian Sufjan Stevens hit the stage at the Black Cat. Stevens makes music you want to listen to cold, so you can feel it warm your soul. It was anything but cold that night, but you take what you can get, I suppose.
"I think partly I associate with SpongeBob himself quite a bit and maybe sometimes I have felt like Sandy the Squirrel too, a fish out of water or whatever," said the Shins frontman James Mercer.
John Peel, who died last week at the age of 65, is responsible for bringing music to the people, music that many people would not hear anywhere else. He featured music on his two-hour BBC radio program that no one else would feature. But aside from simply playing music, he invited bands to come in - everyone from the Fall to the Dillinger Escape Plan, from the Cocteau Twins to the Pixies, from Clinic to the Baptist Generals - to play live. These live recordings would result in a vast catalog of Peel Sessions. Some of these bands had yet even to be signed or step foot in a proper studio, but Peel knew. He was proof that radio does not have to suck.
D.C. hipsters of all kinds flocked to the 9:30 club Sunday to dance their troubles away to the sweet 'danse'-punk-retro-new-wave-noise-core of Omaha, Neb.'s the Faint and their songs about sex and violence. Having built a reputation for loud, dark, danceable beats, the Faint came to the District with all stops firmly and irrevocably pulled. Everyone in the crowd, and even the poor saps without tickets who were waiting outside the sold-out show, seemed somewhat excited - which is a feat for the cynical '80s-night set.