reppin: cambridge, uk // rise above (formed 2009)
sounds like: dropping acid with Johnny Depp during his crazy days, but it is really a flashback to 1967 or something, and waking up after an hour saying "I blacked-out, but that was the most out of body experience i've ever had"
last album drop: the night creeper (september 2015)
featuring: kevin starrs // yotam rubinger // itamar rubinger // vaughn stokes
That Metro Chicago smell and vibe always gets me amped up as I pass Wrigley Field and head on into the venue. I’ve seen countless acts there ever since my mom gave me permission to go to concerts by myself back in 2001 (I’m 29, do the math, I was never good at it). The spot hits a different level when you get pure rock n’ roll on stage...and an even higher level when the mates from Great Britain that are Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats grace the stage. Before we dive into all the feels of the set, a little setup for y’all: their name was taken from Rusty Day, most known for the band Cactus, who had formed another group called Uncle Acid & The Permanent Damage Band. Everything from their name and sound to their look is influenced heavily by one of the best eras of music around. So, how does one stay relevant in today’s era of music? Throw some pop in there, much of what we got in the 1970s and much of what you’ll hear in their more recent joints. Just put these dudes on shuffle and I highly doubt you’ll be skipping any songs.
As for the show, from the opening note us kids in the crowd were taken through a journey that we wished did not end. While it was hard to tell dudes and chicks apart from behind...because of you know, all the hair, it was extremely well received. It is one thing to just attend a show and that next morning when your friend ask how was it your response is “yea, it was fun.” When you go see UA&TD live, your response is, “holy fucking shit I was taken to a new planet.” Personally, I want that set to tell me a story, to immerse me in emotions where I can smile because it is so damn good, and that is exactly how it went down. There was no small talk between sets, just straight, psychedelic rock n’ roll..channeling their inner Pink Floyd, our jaws dropped over and over from solo to solo. In between those beautiful solos?? Headbanging riffs that keep you at attention and off those cell phones...no seriously, those riffs are so heavy with just the right amount of distortion. When it is all said and done, you get this package that is so deliciously evil, yet so beautifully constructed that you are quite okay with the music taking you over...ya dig?
suggested listening experience: roll a j, throw on their vinyl and just lay back // when you need to blow off some steam for whatever reason // end of the work day when you can't wait to bust on out of there