Crib Notes

Update:  Brontez responds here.

In the October issue of Maximum RocknRoll Brontez from the Bay Area multicultural Queercore/pop/Electroclash leftover whatever you want to call it band Gravy Train!!! writes a scathing installment of a column, called “She’s Over It” in which he points some pretty damning words at Jared Swilley from the Black Lips, painting him as a racist.

The column begins with a disclaimer, “TO ALL COLUMN READERS: I’M ABOUT TO TALK HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA SHIT (be warned…)“

From there he begins the column with “Fuck Jarrod [sic.] from the Black Lips.”

In his column, Brontez tells a story about hanging out at B Jay Womack’s, which is known to the locals as “The War Room,” after Gravy Train played a show at The Drunken Unicorn a few months back. He goes on to include some pretty illicit details, such as “Everyone was popping shrooms” and “…doing shitty coke…” He also adds that he got cozy with a “hot hooker boy on the couch.”

From there he describes a party that sounds like a scene lifted straight out of Gummo. A tanning gun was being passed around and Brontez claims that Klan jokes, immigration jokes, and various racial and ethnic jokes were thrown about so flippantly that afterward one member of Gravy Train!!!, keyboard player/dancer FUNX (who is of both Jewish and Latino descent) felt so alienated that she cried afterward for not speaking up.

This is perhaps the best part of Brontez’s rant:

“My homegirl had to sit down in the other room and come down on shrooms and listen to those hipster redneck motherfuckers talk all of this insane pro-Klan shit about how ‘the Mexicans’ need to ‘quit complaining’ and pull themselves out of poverty like the Irish Catholics…”

Anyone who knows or has spent any time around the Black Lips, whatsoever, knows that they like to test the limits of acceptable social behavior, but racists they are not. Brontez’s account sounds like he was having a bad trip, and because of his admitted drug use, his story seems to be a bit suspect.

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After three years in the making Chunklet Magazine # 20 dropped this week.

Chunklet’s 20^th issue arrives on the the magazine’s 15^th anniversary, and features interviews with comedians Paul F. Tompkins and Zach Galifianakis, as well as stories on music journalists, drug appreciation and Whirlyball with Arcade Fire, the Shins, Queens of the Stone Age, Black Lips, Deerhunter, Mogwai and more.

If you order the magazine through Chunklet.com it comes with a free split 7-inch that features Zach Galifianakis and Ted Leo and the Pharmacists.

For his side of the record Galifianakis joined up with comedian AD Miles, producer Jon Brion and Fiona Apple to record a song, titled “Up In Them Guts.” The b-side features a Ted Leo song titled “Rock’n'Roll Dreams’ll Come Through.” The first 500 copies come as a picture disc 7-inch.

To celebrate 15 years of “chafing America’s ass,” Chunklet will host a two-day blow out on Sat., Oct. 11 and Sun., Oct. 12^th at the 40 Watt in Athens. The show on the 11^th features performances from Deerhunter, Twin Tigers, Gentleman Jesse & His Men, and comedian Brent Weinbach. The show on the 12^th features performances by of Mastodon, It’s Casual and comedian Brian Posehn.

The show on the 11^th starts at 9 p.m. Tickets are $8 in advance / $10 Day of Show. The show on the 12^th starts at 9 p.m. Tickets are $20 in advance / $22 Day of Show. Or you can $15 advance tickets at School Kids Records.

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The show at Rob’s House this Saturday, July 26th was a well-kept secret… sort of. There wasn’t as much as a peep on the internet or in the local media about the Black Lips playing a free house show in East Atlanta, but word-of-mouth brought about 100 - 150 people out, which actually made it about the perfect sized crowd.

The flier that you see to your left didn’t even show up until the day of the show.

Regardless, the basement at 1318 Ormewood Ave. felt like a scene from Dante’s Infero as Predator, Gentleman Jesse and Carbonas exploded in a haze of smoke and unbearable heat. Sweat-soaked bodies packed the tiny dungeon as Gentleman Jesse played its final show before bassist Dustin Nigro moves off to NYC. This show also served as a successful test run for the group with new guitarist Adrian Barrera (also of the Hiss).

For many long-time but estranged fans, seeing the Black Lips in a basement was a refreshing reminder of the days when most local venues wouldn’t even give the group the time of day for fear of property damage. Back then the Black Lips had nowhere else to play but house shows. Seeing them tear it up in such a cramped and sweaty environment was a return to the good old days. It was also the last show at Rob’s House before the label’s founder Trey Lindsay moves off to New York as well.

Could there have been a better way to bring an end to the era? The show was a visceral return to form that literally brought it all back home.

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For this year’s music issue, directors Chris Dortch and Matthew Robison gave CL two exclusive video clips from their upcoming Atlanta rock documentary, We Fun: Atlanta, GA Inside Out.

The first clip features yours truly waxing nostalgic about my first encounter with the Black Lips. During the interview we talked a lot about the musical climate within the first few years of millennium change. It was a different town back then. Danger Mouse was just the DJ name for Brian Burton who was churning out primitive but brilliant trip-hop with his Pelican City moniker. Scott Heron’s Prefuse 73 and Savath+Savalas were on the upswing. Richard Devine was churning out great albums and playing shows, and Cat Power was well on her way to moving mountains in New York. As a result Atlanta held a strong art house / coffee shop intelligent music scene. But when the most talented and lauded artists around town moved on to the greener pastures of NYC, the local scene just petered out. Enter the Black Lips.

I first made the Black Lips guitarist Cole Alexander’s acquaintance in the spring of 2002. There was a knock on the door that was so faint that I almost didn’t hear it. The knock came from a young and doe-eyed guitarist, Cole Alexander, who timidly offered me a copy of the Black Lips “Ain’t Coming Back” 7-inch. The photocopied sleeve was too big for the plastic outer sleeve, yet he’d managed to cram it in, paying no attention to the bends and dog-ears he caused in the process.

The record was scratched all to hell, and the b-side was even scuffed with a dusty shoe print. The four songs on this poor piece of wax were a mishmash of noisy and far-away garage rock rhythms and hiss. He was grateful that I was willing to listen to the record.

While recalling this for Dortch and Robison, I was reminded of the famous story of when Joy Division vocalist Ian Curtis met British journalist and Factory Records owner Tony Wilson. Curtis promptly called him a bastard. I got off pretty easy with the Black Lips. Nevertheless, while telling the story Dortch and Robison’s faces lit up as though I had just given them something to turn into a legend.

The second clip is footage of Bobby and the Soft Spots performing live in the basement at Rob’s House Record HQ in East Atlanta.

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WE FUN TRAILER: Episodic chaos

Last week Nashville filmmakers Christopher Dortch and Matthew Robison (Silver Jew) unveiled the first substantial look at their Atlanta rock scene documentary film, titled We Fun: Atlanta, Ga. Inside Out.

The film is projected for an August release date.

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Do you have a question for The Black Lips? A comment? Would you like to berate the band for urinating on you last time you saw them live? Would you like to berate the band for NOT urinating on you last time you saw them live.

Now’s your chance.

From the band’s blog:

we got a new phone and don’t know what to do with it so we started a hotline. It’s inspired by CB and Hamm radios, because people don’t use those anymore, and we think truckers are cool. It’ll give us something to do in the van. The minutes will probably expire, and i’m not paying for that shit. give us a ring if you are in trouble, need advice, or are just plain lonely.
949 836 7407

(photo by Joeff Davis)

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Remember last year when the Athens-based jokesters at Chunklet magazine sponsored a concert featuring the Selmanaires, Deerhunter, Carbonas and the Coathangers at Whirlyball Atlanta — and sold tickets in the form of a 7-inch single featuring said artists? It was a genius idea so good that they’re doing it all over again. On Saturday, Jan. 19, the Black Lips, Gentleman Jesse & His Men, the Baby Shakes and Coffin Bound will congregate at Whirlyball. And yes, the only way you can get in is by purchasing a 7-inch vinyl disc showcasing these great bands.

You can only buy a ticket/record at Criminal Records for $10. That might be a bit expensive for a 7-inch single, but not if you consider how much you’ll be able to sell the soon-to-be collector’s item on eBay.com years from now.

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This year, CL spent a lot of print space and bandwidth on a select few Atlanta bands, namely Deerhunter and the Black Lips. I consciously stopped writing about these groups a few months ago not only because of complaints from readers, but also because I agreed that it was turning into overkill. After all, it’s not like I listen to these bands 24/7. Hell, I haven’t seen Deerhunter live since last year (when I saw them a good six or seven times), and the last time I saw the Black Lips was at their Whirlyball gig in February for their underrated live disc, Los Valientes del Mundo.

But now that critics have begun the annual tradition of handing out best-of-the-year honors, I’m taking myself off probation. As I and other CL writers catalog the 2007 highlights, you will undoubtedly see a lot of posts on the usual suspects. You’ve been warned.

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Check out the photos CL contributing music writer Chad Radford brought back from his visit to Chi-Town a couple of weeks ago, where he took in a few shows featuring Atlanta’s finest — the Selmanaires, the Black Lips and Deerhunter. Apparently, he had to brave empty beer bottles, puke and football-sized rats to get these shots, so you better enjoy them.

Read all about it in his feature story, “48 hours in Chicago.”

THE BLACK LIPS AT LOGAN SQUARE AUDITORIUM

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