CMJ - Friday Recap
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CMJ - Saturday Recap


It was a soggy day in New York on Saturday, which may have put a damper on some folks' plans (pumpkin picking, leaf raking, the Yankees game) but it made no difference when it came to the last day of club hopping for this year's CMJ Music Marathon. As in past years, the final day of CMJ is a day-and-night affair, starting out with a mess of free day parties, many of which offer freebies to entice folks in the door. 

DSC02725Such was the case upstairs at The Delancey, which offered a spread of lamb meatballs, bruschetta, cupcakes and individually wrapped belgian waffles. While I was there, the music was supplied by Emanuel and the Fear: an sextet of wind and string instruments (slimmed down from their usual 11) supporting Emanuel Ayvas' trenchant songs. It was pretty and melodic, though a far cry from some of the bands (Arcade Fire, Sufjan Stevens) they claim to emulate. 

DSC02737From there, I skipped through puddles to the Brooklyn Vegan showcase at Piano's, which had a full slate of killer bands on two stages. (Apparently, there were free Bloody Mary's during the first act, but your's truly was still scribing in Brooklyn at that point.) Downstairs, Seattle's Moondoggies played twangy, chanting guitar rock while upstairs the UK's Pete and the Pirates played retro garage with a whiff of old sea shanties.


Two doors down at Cake Shop, I missed the free pizza party but caught a rocking set by local punk outfit Love or Perish. They were led by the wisecracking Massimo Scodditti, who gave the most balls-out performance I saw at CMJ this year, bouncing off pillars and ripping at the soundproofed ceiling. Sadly, despite repeated pleas from the ladies in the audience, he refused to remove his shirt (though his bandmates obliged.) 


Next door at The Living Room, Norway's Sissy Wish played a quirky set of electro-folk while wearing a tunic made out of cassette tapes, switching between keys and guitar. Her high-pitched voice landed somewhere between Bjork and Abba, mixed with an awkwardness that was less charming than distracting.  

After a quick stop at the Pure Volume House to fill up on free beer and soda, I made my way across the East River to Bushwick's Market Hotel: the old SRO that DIY guru Todd P has turned into one of NYC's most unlikely venues. Shaped like a perfect fan, the acoustics are as ideal as the walls are filthy; I was glad to find myself there while it was still daylight (as opposed to my one previous visit 18 months ago.) Todd - a notorious control freak - was running around like a chicken in a barnyard, doing everything from fixing the sound to helping the bands load in. 

There were all kinds of delays - including a 30 minute gap while Todd tried to keep the cops from busting the show - but I did manage to see two bands: local electro-dance duo Javelin (whose sound shorted out mid-set), and lo-fi Chicago garage outfit The Smith Westerns, none of whom looked older than 18. Acc. to others, it seems as if the show picked up as the night went on. 

Finally, after a long, meandering bus ride through Clinton and Cobble Hill, I landed at The Bell House  Pompano Beach, FL's The Postmarks (another So. Florida band!) played atmospheric pop with rear-wall projections, led by the Emma Peel-esque Tim Yehezkely. Headliners Au Revoir Simone came across like a low-key version of the Vivian Girls, with their pretty bangs and questionable musical talent, though I'll admit by that point I was about ready to pack it in. 

DSC02869 Thanks, CMJ, for a great week. Until next year... (More pics below.)

Emanuel and the FearDSC02727 DSC02749 The MoondoggiesDSC02740 DSC02742

Pete and the Pirates

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Love or PerishDSC02752 DSC02754 DSC02763 DSC02770 DSC02769 

Sissy WishDSC02782 DSC02790 DSC02795 


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The Smith WesternsDSC02836 DSC02837 DSC02843 DSC02844 

The PostmarksDSC02855 DSC02850 DSC02853 DSC02854


Au Revoir SimoneDSC02861 DSC02863 DSC02864