The long running 90s Indie darlings, Yo La Tengo stopped through Sacramento on promotional tour for their latest effort, Fade on Matador Records. This is a band that seems to do no wrong, as far as critics are concerned, and judging by the loving gazes from the nearly packed audience, their fans feel the same.
Check out Yo La Tengo on tour & purchase their latest release, Fade on Amazon.
Photo © Maria Colòn for FLAB Magazine
Long-time friends, Jon Theodore (Queens of the Stone Age, The Mars Volta, Golden) and Phil Manley (Trans Am, Golden), recently joined forces in a project called Life Coach – first initiated by Phil back in 2011.
What resulted is Alpha Waves, a full length record available now via Thrill Jockey Records. They celebrated its release this past Saturday, April 20th (a fitting day, 4/20/Earth Day….) at the Hemlock Tavern in San Francisco to a crowd of friends and well-wishers, plus those of us who are long-time Golden/Trans Am fans.
It did the heart good to see them play together again – literally, you can see the warmth emanating through these images.
If you haven’t seen them yet, you should, (if you’re lucky they’ll play a few more gigs this summer) because you might not get to see them play together again for another year or more.
Life Coach on the Interwebs:
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Photos © Maria Colòn
Melvins‘ Buzz Osbourne and Dale Crover released a LP titled “Freak Puke” back in June. This is a collaboration with Mr. Bungle bassist, Trevor Dunn who plays an upright on the album,. and as it so happened, on tour. It’s pretty much an instrumental free jazz affair, which lead me to believe the live show would be a somber and stoic affair. Not so!
In general the show was short, roughly 45 minutes, with no encores, but the old dudes rocked hard. They started out with a sedate tune from “Freak Puke,” but moved into standard Melvins numbers, and a few covers to boot. I was upfront and center for most of it, until I couldn’t take the onslaught of thrashing, sweaty dudes.
Altogether, though it was highly entertaining and well worth getting stepped on, pummeled, shoved and pressed up against strangers I’d never imagine being pressed against. But I wouldn’t have been able to get the tasty shots I did if I hadn’t stood my ground for as long as i did in the front row.
If you missed Melvins Lite this summer, not to fear! They are touring with their little brother band, Big Business into the fall.
Check out tour dates here: Melvins Lite 51 Tour
Photos: Maria Antonia Colòn, All Rights Reserved
After close to 20 years of not playing together, post Minute Men trio, fIREHOSE kicked off their reunion tour at Harlows in Sacramento. The largely over 40 crowd traveled from as far away as bassist Mike Watt’s hometown of San Pedro, California and Denver, Colorado just to see this historic reunion. Opening for fIREHOSE was NorCal punk band (also drawing an over 40 crowd) Victims Family, and Sacramento locals Tera Melos, largely drawing an under 25 crowd of boys.
Tera Melos played a tight selection from their body of work that enlivened their fan base as much as they can be enlivened (considering the music isn’t exactly danceable nor moshable), which was enough for one kid to head bang, fart and sing along to every song they played. This was amusing and gross, for me because I stood next to him up in front of the stage. I could have moved, but my vantage point provided me the eye-catching hilarity that was a Freddie Krueger effigy looking like it was singing backup to guitarist/singer, Nick Reinhart, that, and drummer John Clardy was having one hell of a set, so I didn’t want to move.
The place really started to get packed when Victims Family took the stage. I was told by a woman who looked to be about 50 (which is really a NorCal Punk Rock 40) that I was “daft” for not knowing who they were. They were pretty much like fIREHOSE, so I found them enjoyable enough. By the time, fIREHOSE did come on stage the place was packed in tight. I’d never actually been to a show at Harlows that was sold out, and I have to admit, it was a lot of fun. Everyone was overjoyed to see Ed, Mike and George in great form, and since I could never afford concerts tickets as a teenager I was pretty happy to see them too.
It’s kind of hard to explain the overwhelming sense of joy a punk rock show, even with the thrashing about, waves of bodies crushing against the stage, can engender, especially because so much of it seems like violence but this was different. It was like a Pentecostal revival without the snakes and religious dogma. It was Punk Rock Church.
All photos © Maria Colòn