THE NEGROTIZING EFFECT OF THE JEWIFICATION OF

Newsletter No. 31: THE NEGROTIZING EFFECT OF THE
JEWIFICATION OF AMERICA
"Thank you, Jew, for your interest in your Jew relatives. However,
they are very busy with important Jew business and What-Not and
cannot answer your Jew inquiry at this time."-Unnamed German
Officials circa 1939
"And I'll leave you with this question: why in the name of all that's
sacred is there not an Oxbow covers band called Xeroxbow????"Paul Condon
Music. Shit. I mean out of all of the crippling, debilitating hobbies
anyone could have stumbled into-from crack addiction to golfmusic fucking takes the cake. The cake, the candles, the table, and
the tablecloth. It takes it all. Everytime. Blame yourselves, blame
yourselves, blame yourselves.
Because:
1) your taste in music is so fucking poor
2) and even those few of you who don't have totally shitty musical
tastes even have the habit of exercising what musical tastes they
have POORLY.
Case in point: what the fuck were we thinking getting records by
the following bands
1) The Donnas
2) Mogwai, and finally
3) Sonic Youth
Fortunately when you shoplift you needn't concern yourself with
return policies, but my point is this: Fred Durst, right now, is
shoveling cocaine up his nose off the chest of a hooker with a rolled
up $100. Either that or he's watching football in his Jacuzzi whilst
keeping a careful eye on his designated money counter while Lou
Reed is stumbling around his apartment turning off light switches
so he can pay his Con Ed bill next month.
We're not saying there should be EQUITY. We're just saying IT'S
YOUR FAULT that there are such GROSS inequities.
Goddamn it.
OK, OK, OK... we're just kind of cranky because we're on the verge
of playing the last few shows in aggressive support of AN EVIL HEAT
(before we start the long road into recording THE NAROTIC STORY)
and found out how many records SLINT has sold.
Jesus shit. And you think those jeremiahs are out enjoying that
fucking MONEY?!?! What a bunch of fucking Calvinists. Gray old
beards of the People's Parties. Is it some mark of alt-glory that even
though you're a multimillionaire you, in repudiating the values of
the dominant culture, choose NOT to buy a Hummer but instead
still ride the same skateboard you did when you were 16?
Or like JELLO BIAFRA (himself a millionaire, lawsuit
nothwithstanding) noted when commenting on IAN MACKAYE and
FUGAZI, "But what I want to know is: where's all the money going?"
Well we have no idea but we do have an idea of where it's NOT
going and where we ardently believe it SHOULD be going: to
augmenting the awesome and transformative crushing powers of a
system wherein CAPITAL is king.
And they, as its stewards, should be out there, like ROLLINS or
FLEA, cruising down big boulevards in luxury German automobiles.
They should be waving large cigars around restaurants like Spago's,
disregarding California's aggressive no-smoking policies. They
should be eating steak, golfing and frequenting hookers. And most
importantly they should help break us from this ridiculous notion
that music is somehow different from socks, widgets or cupcakes.
Jesus.
In any case the NEW Tour Diary is now UP. Read it. Live it. Love it.
Just don't come crying to us.
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?
JULY 26, TROUBLE, SAN FRANCISCO with KID 606, GOLD CHAINS,
OXBOW Acoustic Duo, and a bunch of other fucking people whose
names we can't remember
Yeah. It's almost a given. That is the road lore that we've developed
around OXBOW shows and this one is a killer and here it is: The first
show back after a largely successful tour will tear your heart out. It's
a given.
Well not really. KID 606 kept peppering us with emails while we
were on tour: Would we play his party, he digs us and really wants
us to play his party, goddamn it we changed the whole party around
SO we could have you guys play...despite the fact that our
equipment was still going to be in transit (hence the acoustic
part)..he was insistent in the way only really good impresarios can
be
GODDAMN IT YOUR PEOPLE ARE CALLING FOR YOU!!!
That kind of shit so that you think/feel that you have been chosen
by providence to bring your music to a club in the Mission at 2 in
the morning. Oh yeah, did we mention that it was at 2 in the
morning? Well that's practically headlining because the show goes
until 10 the next morning.
Greg and Dan begged off, wisely, (hence the duo part) and so Niko
and Eugene were going to show up to show off some version of
OXBOW genius.
And it was cool when we got there. It was packed. Make that
PACKED.
Some band that sounded like a marked down Erase Errata were
playing and people were drunk and staggering and KID 606
staggers over and says "I go on next and then you guys...woo
woo...I am FUCKED UP," and he's hugging on to people like he's
hanging on to a life raft. And we get the first, because we're
morons, the FIRST inkling that this was not going to end well.
And lo and behold in the middle of KID's set the power blows and
he toddles over to us with like a cell phone as a light and says,
"OK...YOU guys go on NOW..."
"Forget it."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Forget it, man. The stage is all dark. I'm not going to scream in a
basement in the dark where I run the distinct risk of killing myself
on all of this SHIT sticking out of the walls and the floors."
"OK. Just wait, wait..." And he's scurrying around looking for shit to
switch, turn, pull, plug ...but because he's drunk he's doing it the
way a drunk would and so after 20 minutes the lights come on to
revel an EMPTY basement. Everybody's fled for the street where they
now stand drinking, smoking and enjoying their chemically
advantaged evening.
"OK. Now, GO!!!!" He's smiling from ear to ear. Shit. I LOVE this guy.
See, he's a visionary. He sees stuff that isn't there and so it goes
that while we see a club TOTALLY empty, he see a club that's totally
full of people who have run down the stairs after hearing the
opening strains of our first song.
"You're insane."
"Well look I'll go upstairs and tell people to come down, but I'm
soooooooo fucking DRUNK!!!"
And then we understand it all.
"Fuck it. Let's play."
And so we do.
There's a Japanese couple there that's digging us. Niko's longsuffering girlfriend Elisabeth, but even KID 606 has now fled. People
do start to filter back in.
Three.
Eight.
And then the final evening's tally TWELVE!!!
And four songs later just as quickly as the pain had begun it
stopped.
"Thank you and good night."
Hahahahahaha..GENIUS.
Your home town knows just how to say FUCK YOU the right way.
AUGUST 12, BOTTOM OF THE HILL, SAN FRANCISCO with
SCISSORFIGHT, OLD MAN GLOOM and OXBOW
Last minute. A panic deal. Theory of Ruin (formerly SPACEBOY) can't
fulfill their obligation to open the show, would OXBOW help out?
Hmmm. Well we already got raped at TROUBLE so yeah, this is
technically our second show back, why not?
We open the show, we'll be in bed by midnight if we play our cards
right.
OK Doke.
Guys are coming up to us as we're loading in and they're shaking
our hands and seemingly referring to being glad to see us
(surprising) again (even more surprising).
What does this mean?
Do we know them? How? Where?
We load in and then 30 minutes of stilted uncomfortable
conversation later we realize that it's the guys from CONVERGE and
the guys from ISIS and all of the label people from HYDRAHEAD,
and we breathe a sigh of relief and actually start to feel a little more
sane.
We talk about the Bordeaux show and once again we're left
marveling at how well these metal/hardcore bands and labels pull
this shit off. Good fucking musicians and their ship runs fucking
smooth. Support crew, merch set up, roadies, well-oiled machine
style.
We have no idea where our merch is. Shit is scattered and doesn't
work and we're late as usual. Like Hitler said "a nation of Negroes."
So goes the OXBOW deal: it's goddamned disorganized crime.
But we're supposed to start at 9. However in deference to us and an
audience that's still pouring in they push back the start time.
Something that actually only happens if there exists the good will of
the other bands on the bill and it was here tonight in spades as
various band folk and label types were earnestly into having us do
our thing and wanting to see it happen and so it did and we were.
About to do our thing.
And then we did.
We'll leave a description for what happened next to our label boss
BARON STEVE VON TILL:
"Well one of the reasons I love watching you guys play so much is
watching the audience. So like the first song, when you first came
out and started playing I was standing behind these two 19 year
guys. And at first they were sort of clowning you. I mean I guess
that's just what people think they should do to opening bands. But
by the second song they were not clowning, laughing, OR even
moving. It was great."
And we did notice this. It was the quietest audience we had every
played in front of.
"Yeah. When we finished a song," Greg said, "they were looking at
us with this mix of like fear and..I don't know what. It was fucking
really weird. And cool. Like they didn't want to take their eyes off of
us because they didn't want to glance away for a second and like be
the one who got stabbed for not paying attention."
And at the end they clapped. Either for us to get the fuck off and on
home or because they dug it. In either case we noticed the other
strange thing: an audience probably 95% men. OXBOW: The Dude's
Choice.
And after we played OLD MAN GLOOM and SCISSORFIGHT ripped
the club from ceiling to floor. In fact we see in our future a tour
with SCISSORFIGHT, OXBOW and EASY ACTION.
This would CRUSH, KILL, DESTROY and FUCK like a crazy monster
robot for sure.
AUGUST 22, BALAZOS, SAN FRANCISCO, as part of the second
annual INFERNOVAL
Great show and noteworthy for the following exchange.
LuAnne (from the band that opened for us) to Greg: You guys were
great.
Greg: Thanks. I liked your show as well. Sort of like Suicide and
Depeche Mode or something.
Juniper: (to Greg) Hey. She's my wife. So if you want to fuck her you
have to get my permission first.
Greg: I..I..have to pack my drums.
NOW EVERYONE WANTS TO FIGHT
THE CHALLENGES MOUNT: WHO NOT TO FUCK WITH!!!
http://pub126.ezboard.com/ffumanchufrm1.showMessage?topicID
=753.topic
Mugger & Eugene from OXBOW
Mugger from Nig Heist-any live show, his verbal abuse was some of
the best I've heard coming from a band on stage.
Maybe Rollins in the '80's, I've seen him brutally pummel people a
few times at BF shows. Check out the BF live video from Love Hall
Philly 1982 for examples.
Main threat these days might be Eugene from OXBOW, check out
this VICE article he wrote on "getting beaten up"
www.viceland.com/issues/v...beaten.php
Hey, just found this quicktime clip of a documentary about Oxbow,
you can see Eugene strangling someone on stage at a few points.
www.theoxbow.com/oxbow_co...index.htm#
SEATTLE SUPER SONIC
"............look.........I'm not gonna deal with this shit any longer!!
I've never listened to your band (if you can read any of your
previous e mails, you will find that you instructed me not to) and
now I need to tell you I want to continue getting your news letter,
when i already told you that?!??!?
Shit, man, all I want is the e mails...........(you told me) any time you
play in my town (seattle) nobody comes (comes), and I think you
told me to do (or not do) the same (come.or not come......come)..
Damn........how bad is your band?? Are you "they love us in
germany" bad???
Or are you "don't listen to our albums" bad??
Damn, you guys BETTER suck (come), or I'm gonna be (get) (come)
pissed off...and do you always get (come) the shit beat out of you
(off)? I don't wanna fight (halford) or nothin'... black (guys) eyes just
suck (come)....yup, as you can tell, I ran out of funny (cum)
(parenthetically) yours, not the girl name
THE BLAME GAME
Hey Oxbow,
Love your music...seen you once at the Pound...have missed you
several times since, mostly my fault...some yours. Be a man and
take the blame. Hope to see you soon up in Sacramento.-Ian,
SacTown
YEAH, YOU'RE OKAY BUT LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!!!
A bit delayed, but just wanted to say the gig at London Underworld
was the best this year - possibly only surpassed by Electric Six hahaha I am kidding hahaha. Unlike the live thing though, An Evil
Heat is absolutely beautiful somehow - even the overlapping low
moaning/frantic yelping. Or is it just me :0) Anyway check out
www.heycolossus.com too - we're coming!!! PS
This wasn't just a chance to plug it...
PPS Eugene put it away :0)
James Parker, England
FUCK YOU: OH YEAH? FUCK YOU
BRIAN: "nico/eugene? hey guys this is brian from 40th st and am
looking to confirm the show w/ you guys, electric turn to me,
shevel knievel, and stay gold pony boy, that im bookin.
two matts(shipiro(curve), and solberg) were discussing it and we all
agreed itd be great; plus y'all havent played here in ages, but i
havent received any confirmation from you guys yet, so thats what
im after with this here email."
EUGENE responds: "are you talking about confirming something that
existed in your head? or did you talk to someone in Oxbow about
this?"
BRIAN responds: okay (smartass) would you like to play a show that
matt shapiro was trying to get a show @40th because he couldnt do
it where he was booking. we were looking to help out, by adding
you to an already existing show, and the band that approached us
w/ their record release was cool and excited about it. im sorry that
the folks involved didnt have their respected shit together, but i was
mearly trying to get a confirmation(...), and i dont appreciate smart
ass replys from people that dont even leave their name on a
message. anyways i worked a show you guys played here 4 fucking
years ago and you rocked the house so id be glad to have you back
but im a little bummed y'all have attitudes now(read the message
again and meditate).
EUGENE responds: you don't appreciate smart ass replies?!?!? you're
dealing with OXBOW. in this instance, very specifically Eugene from
Oxbow. the singer. 650-714-4891. now if your feelings are HURT
from a little good natured fun-poking do you have any idea as to
what I'd suggest as a solution? go ahead. take a guess. but coming
out of the box the way you did, suggesting that WE were somehow
remiss was the wrong way to go with this whole thing. So I believe
the fault was yours.
But are you seriously all wounded and having your feelings hurt? I
mean seriously? this is going to end poorly, I can feel it. My
suggestion at this point in time is that if you want to deal with
Oxbow you'd probably be better off dealing with Niko because I'm
exactly the wrong person to deal with if you're as sensitive as you,
as I am way too INsensitive and much too likely to tell you to go
fuck yourself or some such thing when a "yes thank you" would
have probably done the job just as well. So the breakdown for your
edification is like this
Eugene=abuse
Niko=business
WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY YELLING?
MORE WORD ON THE LARGE SAC'D AND EIGHTH WONDER OF THE
FUCKING MODERN WORLD: OXBOW!!!
Whelans, 17 July, 2003
Oxbow, Tophi, Easpa Measa
EASPA MEASA fuckin rocked...Best I've ever seen them, perhaps it
was the standoffish and early whelans crowd that got them angry
and, incredible hulk style, cut them loose, but whatever the reason
I'm thankful for it because they played a stormer.
Punky,Crusty,metally shenanigans mit mulitvocal mayhem they
deserved a more deserving audience. They have some really
thoughtful political lyrics, which while indiscernible live, are well
worth checking out on their debut cd.
TOPHI put the funk into hardcore, They make you want shake your
fist in the air and shake yr booty on the ground. They played a
criminally short and criminally brilliant set. Most of the stuff was
new to my ear which hasn't had the pleasure in too long and they
only managed to squeeze in one old Gout classic, which was slightly
marred by a broken guitar string and a bass n' drums improv. I can't
get over how good these guys are, they're so tight and technical yet
funny and rockin. As Gout they were the finest hardcore/punk band
in Ireland and on tonight's performance as Tophi (untreated gout!)
they retain that crown and piss on it with even more originality.
Then from funk to FUCK!, John Spencer meets SATAN explode
catastrophe. Hailing from some infernal pit in the united states of
hell, OXBOW are a sleazy, sexy, spasm of a band. The front man
must be seen to be losing belief in yourself running screaming from
his penetrating eyes and fearsome buttocks.
He prowled about the stage and at one point literally wrung the
sweat from his kacks! The music was apocalyptic dirty Jesus lizardy
metally blues, to which if you were the front man your only option
would be to strip down to your pants and proceed to scare the shit
out of a nervous Dublin audience. Despite the fear the crowd
clapped for more and were duly obliged with two more dark and
nasty songs. It's fair to say they'll not easily be forgotten.
http://www.thumped.com/lrvw.php?rID=87
SMOKING BEAGLE: OXBOW @ LONDON'S UNDERWORLD
http://smokingbeagle.blogspot.com/
It happens so fast I can't tell you whether Eugene Robinson, Oxbow
singer, lands one or more punches on the latest goon to step up to
him, either way it's over in a flash and said goon is on his arse 10
feet away, looking dazed and sipping on his pint. Eugene's
reputation as a one man wrecking ball of sexed up violence is the
blazing sun that, at least in first impressions, is in danger of
eclipsing the outstanding musical power of Oxbow. The first time I
saw Oxbow I was totally amazed, tonight is even better. At that
show (ICA London 2002) I came away totally high, it was the first
time that I'd ever been intimidated by a band. I saw personal
precedents in all the Jesus Lizard gigs I'd been to and in the
Birthday Party records I had but this was something different, rawer,
more painfully intense. The Jesus Lizard's David Yow was more art
school, more acid, Robinson is more literary, more amphetamine.
Oxbow are a melting pot of poetry, pain, drugged metal, blues,
pretension and strangled lust. The more intimate surroundings of
The Underworld seem to amplify this effect. The initial shock of that
first show had warn off with familiarity and now my attention is
drawn to astounding music the band turn out; alternating between
tense near silence and blistering noise, between funeral grooves
and the sound of knives falling 13 stories - the power is staggering.
Although I only own one record I get the distinct feeling that this is
band that have to be seen to become a believer.
Certain things are certain, Eugene will definitely arrive looking
sharp, by the third song he'll be stripped to his pants, dribbling and
pulling his cock, guaranteed. You could do an interview just about
this man's tattoos: full-length antlers down his back and a swastika
(check the pictures) being particularly intriguing examples. One
other thing you can be sure of is that, given this man's reputation,
someone will inevitably try and get a rise from him. He tells us that
"last night in Bristol someone thought it would be amusing to get
up on stage and try and take my underpants down" and then, with
perfect timing and evil grin: "it was amusing". So our fool for
tonight gets his wish. The pervert's autograph.
Are these guys for real? Dumb question. Despite their well known
offstage geniality (although needless to say fools are rarely
suffered) Oxbow are doing a great service by exorcising the psycho
violence that lurks in our compressed, dehumanised lives,
exploding here and there in fits of passion and self-hatred.
LIVE OXBOW ROCK SHOW PHOTOS!!!
Yep, review to follow. No dust up photos, sadly.
[see how they run]
PAUL'S TWO CENTS
And so on to some more hyperbole, this time directed at your good
self (or should that be bad self?). I bought a copy of "Serenade in
Red" at the gig and was somewhat floored. I'd listen to it more if it
didn't HURT.. thanks for dragging up those bad memories.. I should
mention that I stopped relating to it in terms of direct personal
experience before the last few songs, ha ha.. The whole murder
ballad thing is one side of the blues tradition that never resonated
with me as much as some other things, but that album really joins
the dots on the emotional map, so to speak. "3 O'clock" is the one
that really gets me, which I love in terms of arrangement and pacing
– the looming bassline, sickeningly INEVITABLE snare hits and
nauseous slide guitar. I get a real Birthday Party / Swans vibe from
it. As a nocturnal type, the album really captures the all-toofamiliar raw-nerve feel of lost sleep amongst other mental/physical
upsets.. and hey! a Richard Kern sleeve photo! I also have to revise
my opinion of Marianne Faithful, whose standing suffered in my
eyes, not being impressed by Jagger & co.'s "legendary" "antics",
which is the only context in which you seem to ever hear about
her.-- paul condon, Dublin
SHOW ME YOURS
Oct. 10: Chicago, IL, THE BOTTOM LOUNGE w/ UNSANE, TURBO
AC'S - OXBOW - GASOLINE FIGHT, showtime:
8:00pm / price: $10 / 18+
Oct. 11: The Futility Festival, OHIO
1am Helios Creed
12am Oxbow
11pm Bakerton Group
10pm Pelican
9pm Placer
8pm Dysrhthmia
7pm Electric Turn to Me
6pm Jumbos' Killcrane
5pm Totimoshi
4pm Axehandle
3pm The Abandonded Hearts Club
"The event is an indoor festival, though the parking lots yield plenty
of interacting between bands and fans throughout the three days."Tour Brochure
KRISTIN from NEUROT comments: "Does this quote from a posting
about the Futility Festival strike you as some kind of recipe for
disaster, especially given that OXBOW is listed as a headliner?
OXBOW responds: maaaayyyyybbbbeeee....
IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER GODDAMNED ALL:
THE OXBOW INTERNATIONAL PAVILION
An Evil Heat
CD Neurot Recordings
Sexo, dor e desejo. Sem saber Catherine Breillat encontrou o seu
alter-ego masculino. Dá pelo nome de Eugene Robinson é o frontman dos Oxbow, banda com mais de 10 anos de estrada e cujas
performances e discos já impressionaram figuras como Marianne
Faithfull, Steve Albini e Lydia Lunch. Depois de um hiato de cinco
anos este conjunto de São Francisco parece apostado em agitar os
nossos sótãos. E fá-lo. O Com Eugene a cuspir maldições e a
esfregar o sexo. Berrando: "I got couch sluts of every stripe, sir,
boys and girls and the in-between types". Ou segredando-nos sob
uma ameaçadora linha de baixo frases como "the cockhorse, teeth
like sugar cubes/ Play the blues, balls hanging/ Between his
between, like crab apples... hating his hide, and hiding his hate/
Potentate of the small, and the great". À volta destes pedaços de
paraliteratura na melhor tradição de Sade/Masoch, encontramos
uma tabuleta que nos convida a uma viagem as nossos infernos. O
cicerone é a própria música: Noise-rock brutal, insidioso (que
chega a "calar" Jarboe, a convidada feminina do disco) e
ordinariamente épico. Excelente para estes tempos de modorra e
riso fácil. Comecem com "The Snake &..." e terminem com esse
portento que é "Shine (Glimmer)". Eugene não vos irá poder
assustar, é claro. "Evil Heat" deixar-vos-á pensar. Com a mão no
coração. Ou na boca. (9/10)--José Marmeleira (Mondo Bizarre # 15)
http://www.mondobizarre.com/
OXBOW LIVE
Bottom of the Hill, le 20 mai.
Le fait qu'il y ait tant de groupes ici, 90% etant plus que moyens et a
jetter au fond du fond des oubliettes de l'underground, m'a pousse
vers ce qui me repugnait il n'y a pas si longtemps. "t'as vu quoi hier
soir?" "heu...the....the...chais plus, mais c'etait une bonne soiree".
C'est la version americaine du fun, de l'entertainment, on sort pour
sortir et il y a toujours un groupe qui joue et c'est tant mieux. Pour
se detacher du peloton des groupes independants qui y croient,
c'est le combat. Et quand je parle avec de vieux san franciscains qui
se plaignent de la scene actuelle et qui la comparent avec celle de
l'avant-dot-com du milieu des annees 90, je me dis que la periode
doree a du etre quelquechose d'extraordinaire. Il y a 10 ans, on
pouvait se permettre de vivre dans cette ville en etant creatif sans
obligatoirement gagner du fric. C'est different maintenant, la
majorite des artiste ont bouge vers le nord, Portland ou Seattle et il
ne reste qu'Oakland ou The Mission District, le quartier mexicograignos-arty-cracke de la ville d'habitable pour un punk rocker.
Oui mais voila, chaque kid est dans un groupe, dans une scene et
fait bouger les choses. J'aurais pu faire plus court, desole : les
groupes pullulent et pullulaient encore plus il y a 10 ans.
La creativite n'est pourtant pas toujours au rendez-vous, et des
copies de copies font comme les lapins. Porch, c'est le groupe qui
voulait etre Shellac a la place de Shellac. C'est bien saccade, avec les
peches au bon endroit, repetitif, comme si on decidait de faire un
groupe en pompant toutes les idees d'un seul morceau de Shellac,
disons....The Admiral. Et voici enfin mon point, j'avais oublie que
j'avais deja vu Porch, ouvrir pour les memes Oxbow jusqu'a la
moitie de leur set quand ils ont dit qu'ils s'appelaient Porch. Bon
groupe qui n'apporte rien, si ce n'est passer un moment et c'est
deja pas mal.
Caesura par contre, je me souvenais de leur premiere partie de
Bellini et je vais d'ailleurs faire une petite pause de report de cette
soiree et m'etaler un peu plus pour vous raconter la fin de cette
tournee US de Bellini. Arrives sur la cote Est, Damon Che, dont la
mere etait vraisemblablement peripateticienne, les a plantes aux
siciliens. Il s'est barre du groupe, mais c'est pas tout. Il s'est tire
avec le camion de loc. Je les imagine bien faisant du stop en
Georgie avec une pancarte "Palerme". Ils ont tout de meme reussi a
aller a NY ou le batteur de Girls against Boys les a rejoint pour finir
la tournee. Je crois qu'il fait maintenant definitivement partie du
groupe mais qu'il ne conduit pas et qu'il ne touche pas aux clefs du
camion.
Revenons a nos moutons et accelerons, Caesura a fait plein de
progres, s'est separe de son cote branlo-no-wave pour aller vers
l'essentiel d'un noise rock a guitares a la Hella par instants, a la
colossamite/sicbay pour la plupart du temps et avec une rythmique
simple et solide. Il leur reste leur schtick "on se doit de faire les
gros malins, c'est qu'on en connait des bonnes blagues d'intello"
entre les morceaux, jets de cadeaux debiles dans le mur d'un public
qui est reste a distance reglementaire tout au long du set, echange
de lunettes debiles etc etc...mais ils ont plus besoin de ca pour se
differencier, ils ont un son, un style et des compos bien foutues. Ils
vont sortir sur 50*40' or Fight ce qui sera leur 3eme album.
Oxbow a pas tellement plus de disques derriere (5) mais plus de 10
ans de scratch acid/jesus lizard/birthday party style avec comme
leader un David Yow/Nick Cave plus bronze et ravage qui gemit. Je
vous ai saoule avec ce groupe et je vais continuer, parceque des
groupes comme ca, ca ne court pas les rues de SF. Oxbow est un
groupe primordial et leurs concerts sont loin du simple
Œentertainment". On ne peut pas rester impassible, picoler sa biere
et discuter baseball pendant un show d'Oxbow. On se casse ou on
scotche dessus. Ca prend aux tripes. Un documentaire sur Oxbow
va bientot sortir -j'espere le voir bientot- et le titre decrit
parfaitement leur musique; "Music for Adults". Du sexe et de la
violence pas pour les enfants. Un set d'oxbow c'est comme une nuit
cauchemardesque du chanteur Eugene Robinson. Il arrive sur scene
comme il va au pieu. Il se defroque, se branle un peu et lache ses
pulsions et visions malsaines. Le plus fort, c'est que c'est fait sans
provocation ni vulgarite, c'est juste ce mec dans son role de fou qui
braille accompagne par un groupe qui ne se preoccupe plus de la
demence de son chanteur. Ce soir c'est le guitariste qui va etre mon
centre d'attention. Il change de guitare pour chaque titre, avec un
accordage different et envoie du larsen et d'autres petits bruits
vicieux. Pendant ce temps Eugene fait le mec defonce, les yeux a
moitie clos, perdu, allonge, divaguant. Pas beaucoup de chant sur
les 4 ou 5 nouveaux titres -ca sent le nouvel album- sauf sur un
punk rock speed inattendu au milieu. A la fin, il lance un "si vous
voulez vous battre avec moi, c'est ce soir ou jamais" aux 40
afficionados qui savent bien maintenant qu'Eugene est un gentil
(mais je le chercherais pas)et eclatent de rire et a la place
demandent un rappel. Le bonus est une version calme de The Last
Good Time (Serenade in red) et Skin (an Evil Heat). Je suis reparti
vide.
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DOUR, DOUR, DOOR, DORE Op naar de Magic Tent want, o jottem,
daar staat een grote neger te strippen op het podium. Eugene
Robinson, zanger van de band Oxbow, heeft alleen een onderbroek
met Noxagt (!) achterop geschreven aan en heeft verder zijn
oordoppen met gaffertape aangebracht. Het geluid staat namelijk
hard. Keihard. De nummers zijn lang en Shellac-noisy maar hebben
iets dramatisch en bedwelmends over zich. Robinson zweet,
schreeuwt en trekt aan zijn lul. Het liefst zou je weg willen lopen
maar je blijft kijken. Rock'n'roll.
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