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It’s been a while since San Francisco damaged dudes Sic Alps rolled through the area. By my calculations, it was the Saturday night of Cropped Out 2010. They played outside, and it was cold as shit. Not a concern this time around though, as the Kentucky Museum of Art and Craft (KMAC) has started booking some real mean shows as of late, like Dan Decon last month, and their digs are most definitely climate controlled.
Sic Alps ain’t ya father’s unwashable, filthy, no-fi psychedelic rock scuz – Sic Alps twist, creak, and thump, taking you on a cosmically damaged romp through west coast good vibes and future shock trepidation. If you’ve heard Ty Segall’s latest excellent jam hive, then it should make a lot of sense that this group spawned that monster. They released their latest eponymous effort on Drag City last month (it’s great you should buy it), and it’s their most sonically dynamic (i.e. generous incorporation of strings) and funky to date. True story, I was casually listening to my iTunes on shuffle whilst engaging in some fast-track multitasking when some Alps came on and I thought “hmm, I don’t recognize this Alexander Skip Spence song.” Both Skip Spence and Alps vocalist Mike Donovan retain a subtle, gorgeous quality through raspy timbre and decimated, hissing melodies, suggesting that both gentlemen have seen the true face of God and didn’t like what they saw. Don’t get it twisted though, while Sic Alps certainly drink from the same goblets as the highest in psych rock royalty, they also bring the goods to back up their seat at the table.
Put the kibosh on your Twin Shadow-listenin’ numbskullery and get weird with Cross, the Lexington, KY-based collection of heads who boil a sludgy amalgam of proto-metal, West Coast psychedelia, fuzz-punk, and goth into instantly hummable anthems juxtaposed against shadowy, abyss-staring exercises. The project is spearheaded by visual artist R. Clint Colburn and Ma Turner, who you may recall from the Troubleman-signed bizarros Warmer Milks. Cross’ rounded-out cast of bodacious cohorts possess a crystalline artistic vision, propelling a thundrous, well-oiled form of sonic alchemy that trascends “scenes” (ugh). Like, can death rock be jangly? Turns out, fuck yes. Cross figured that out with panache in their subterranean laboratory for their forthcoming debut effort, Die Forever.
What a damaged bill in such a fancy establishment. Won’t you join us, por favor?
Sic Alps with Cross
Friday, October 19
715 W. Main, Louisville
8 p.m. / $8 ($6 for museum members)
All ages / Get wasted with ID
So Cropped Out 2012 fucking ruled. No surprise there. What was particularly refreshing this year, though: witnessing the coupling of the super friendly, blue collar riverfront resort from a bygone era American Turners Club with the serious momentum the festival had yet to establish when Cropped Out last graced these grounds in 2010. When you turned off River Road into the funky yet scenic facility, you entered a totally different realm, secluded from everything else going on in the city. Or on the planet for that matter. You’re fully enrolled in weirdo summer camp. Welcome to it.
Approaching Cropped Out’s big ‘Phreedom Hall’ stage just shy of 7:30 p.m., I got to utter words I never thought I’d be able to: “Oh hey, there’s Jandek.” Yep, Cropped Out up and called Corwood Industries, and there’s Jandek – tall, lanky, well sculpted skypiece, very shiny boots, and, I shit you not, cheesin’ like a motherfucker. Disturbed, maybe… but at least Jandek is happy about it. His performance was more of an extended jam session rather than the club bangers we all know and love from like Six and Six. And the improv featured a selection of Louisville musicians to ride the dark grooves, handpicked by the man himself: Sapat/Softcheque’s Dane Waters, The For Carnation’s Chris Wunderlich, Tropical Trash’s Jordan Richardson, and holy moly wouldn’t you know it… Thrill Jockey songstress Miss Catherine Irwin on the 4-string! The best part of the Jandek band’s performance though… the best part… was watching this dude run up to the stage and drop off a CD at Jandek’s feet. “Yo Jandek, peep my band’s disc one time when you get back to Houston.” What a cool ass thing to do.
The other internationally lauded recluse of the evening, Eugene Chadbourne, threw quite a curve ball. Propped against the backdrop of the Ohio River at night at the ‘Scully Alley’ stage (a corridor between Turners’ two main buildings), Chadbourne delivered a totally fucking pleasant 45 minute set of unadulterated steamboat folk – nothing more than frantic banjo strumming and storytelling somewhere between populist and surreal. It was fantastic. Chain and the Gang had enough energy for ten punk or hip-hop groups combined, and it appears local hodgepodge collective Twin Sister Radio, who delivered a particularly spirited performance, got the memo from Ian Svenonius about wearing red. Supression truly summoned “psych from hell” with crunchy, gut-punching headtrips all clocking in under a minute. The band also produced one of the most cost effective and inventive visual mediums I’ve seen employed by a psych rock act – agitating bowls of jelly on top of a simple elementary school projector. Canadian punks Lantern steamrolled through with one of the tightest sets of sludge I’ve heard in a minute. Honestly, everything and everyone ruled except for Slug Guts, who kinda sounded like a high school band covering The Birthday Party. Maybe it was an off night for them.
Cropped Out Fest is a Twilight Zone man, and already on the first night, the festival offered up the best year yet. And that says a lot.
THE SEDIMENT CLUB
TWIN SISTER RADIO
CHAIN & THE GANG
Cropped Out organizer Ryan Davis texts me on Saturday night with “dude, we just got the most fucked up confirmation for cropped out.” I respond “O_O.” And then this flashed across my phone screen: “Based god 2012.” No way, I thought. I love Cropped Out, and supported the festival since I first found out about it, but I would’ve never thought Cropped Out would go full #rare. Well, he’s playing, and has already requested vodka, chapstick, and a disposable camera on his rider. “Bitches on my dick cuz I look like Neil Hamburger.”
So Based God and the Bitch Mob are now part of Cropped Out 2012, along with Jandek, Neil Hamburger, R. Stevie Moore, David Lieb Hart… all at a bizarre retro riverfront country club. Cropped Out is now officially the weirdest fucking festival on the planet. It’s like watching the Internet come to life. How can you not go on and purchase your tickets?
For the third year in a row, Louisville’s crazy weird, super DIY, possibly illegal festival blowout Cropped Out returns… and it returns in which it came, The American Turners Club, where the inaugural 2010 festival was held. There are two things you can expect with Cropped Out productions – unusual venues, and curveballs. This year’s festival provides a bountiful harvest of both, throwing public access-core acts like Tim and Eric’s David Lieb Hart with outsider music royalty Jandek and American’s Funnyman Neil Hamburger together in a facility that is dubbed locally “the redneck country club.” This is just insane, and the entire weekend is $35… an amazing value, especially considering that this is not even the full line-up. Shoo-wee. And keep a close watch on the “Sunday night closing party,” which you might remember last year was Scratch Acid.
From organizers Ryan and James:
This Fall (September 28th-29th), we will be taking over the American Turners Club — our home for year one, as a few (literally, a few) of you might remember. Last year at the Crummy Den was not only a blast but also a milestone for us as an organization. However, as fun as it was watching Scratch Acid play in a crowded warehouse shortly after cops accosted them at gunpoint, having mistaken them for armed robbers, we decided it was time to take our festival back to more…”welcoming” grounds of operation. As always, we’ve carefully chosen a solid stash of local, national, and international performing artists to spotlight in our hometown of Louisville, KY. There will also be a familiar face or two from festivals past.
See you all next month!
Check out the amazing Friday Night Somewhere at Cropped Out 2011 below
It’s cool enjoying a blockbuster bill shared between internationally celebrated acts and your drinking buddies. The second Wednesday night of this month offered just that with Old Baby’s release party for Misunderstanding Human Behavior, with special guests 200 Years (Ben Chasney of Six Organs of Admittance and Magik Markers’ Elisa Ambrogio) and rabble rousers State Champion. Planets aligned this night, believe. Photos after the jump.