Who feels right rough today? CMJ blistered, deafened, and ran me over, but it was my own fault. I asked for it. What bands made it worth it?
French Horn Rebellion: color me surprised that an actual French horn was played during these disco kids’ set. Given that irony can camouflage all sorts of bad taste, FHR are unabashedly reviving 70s dancefloor. Against your better judgement, you will be seduced by their whispered plea: “Baby, we just want you to dance… will you dance with us?” And wow, if you don’t find yourself vibrating with bass in the middle of the dancefloor, you are made of iron. Heavy with synthy, fat beats, FHR is silly, yes, but highly addictive.
Wild Nothing: caught them twice, hard not to, since they, along with Oberhofer and Surfer Blood, seemed to be everywhere at once. Good on them, since their hazy, upbeat, 80s-revival pop grew on me the second time round at the Bowery Ballroom Saturday night. Part surf anthems, part John Hughes prom scene score, Wild Nothing’s songs are wistful little gems and conceal a serious soul beneath surface delicacy. Tunes for daydreamers.
