Once upon a time I was drunk at a Yogurtology. I must have added nearly every topping to my bowl of froyo and ended up with a sticky mess of all of the things. It was disgusting. While I like them individually (marshmallows, pecans, berries, pretzel bits, etc,) mixing them all together was a gross misappropriation.
Man Man is the opposite of that. Take solid instrumentation. Add more instruments. Make the vocals strong. Interject deep and sometimes morbid lyrics that really tell a story. More instruments. Pull from different genres like doo-wop and acid rock. Add bold and brazen experimental pop. Pour in moments of Samuel Beckett style absurdity. More instruments. And then a sousaphone. Make percussion instruments out of anything laying around. Layer it together. Top with mustaches, cut-off shorts and war paint.
It’s delicious. Man Man puts on a killer show that bursts with texture. Sometimes it sounds like sandpaper and sometimes it feels like velvet, but it always hits the spot. And luckily for you, you can experience it Tuesday at the Crowbar. You will most likely need to floss afterward.
I’ll admit it – the first time I heard Two Door Cinema Club, I instantly forgot about it after the barely three minutes of indie pop fun were over. The next time I heard them was thirty minutes later. Then again thirty minutes after that. This was in 2009 and I (embarrassingly) worked under the Gap Umbrella at a clothing store whose particular brand of sunny attire called for upbeat music videos on loop all day. Two Door Cinema Club’s casually catchy tune “Something Good Can Work” did blend in with the rest of the obscure indie pop/ electrojazz/ whatever, but not for long. Inevitably, as with most of the songs off Tourist History, the infectious melodies and staccato bursts of glossy sunshine had me dancing around clothing racks, twirling the fitting room keys at my side.
They’ve been on my radar ever since, an empowering go-to for encouraging anthems and hopeful yet slightly awkward dance jams. The bright choruses and punchy guitars sound like blissful summer nights with tinges of nervous excitement about the upcoming fall. The formula is simple: start strong, wander toward frantic, bounce back to harmonic safety, crescendo into a crash of release and wrap up on the upbeat. +Continue Reading