
Spectacular Bird
First stop of the evening was
Union Pool in the’burg to hear David Lerner (ex-member Ted Leo and The Pharmacists) and his new band,
Spectacular Bird. The band isn’t all that new, per se; I heard the first rumblings of this band coming from a ramshackle ol’ shed some years ago now, in Tivoli, a town by Bard.
Some of you may know Lerner as the fellow with the curly mop of hair, who works at the record store down N. 6th in Williamsburg, near the American Apparel. The other members in the band are: Quentin, Lou, and Scott.
Within moments of the show, the venue was packed. The whole group has a calm, unassuming air about them. And all I can say is, if anyone is qualified to make honky-tonk, throw-back rock n’ roll, it’s definitely these guys. With strong base lines, and riffs that are at turns sweet and rawkin’,
Spectacular Bird is definitely on to a spectacular sound.
More Spectacular Bird in action! Click on this slideshow!
Wanted to see
The Dead Trees at Mercury Lounge next, but took a phone call that made me just in time for “No more entry with a badge. Tickets only.” I tried explaining how important I was to the door lady (well, hardly – was more a show of mere desperation) and she, in turn, made me want to weep like a lost, little child. (Hence no hyperlink for Mercury Lounge- ha! I sure got that mean ol' lady back, eh?)
I regrouped and headed off to see
Mannequin Men at
The Delancey because I (me, me, me) wanted to see what they were like. There was a good turnout to see the band that night. It was a tight set from the rocky, grungy, loud
Mannequin Men, who played with some serious intensity. They absolutely looked like pros on stage. From the get go, the group took charge, had control of the set, and carried that momentum through, showing no signs of faltering. Best of all, these guys are hilarious. Go see them play their song “Do you wanna massage,” and you’ll see what I mean.

More Mannequin Men pics!
Normally, I hate to leave a show during the middle of the set, but after such solid start, I knew nothing was going to stop these guys from carrying their succinct rocking of the crowd straight through to the end. Nothing, except maybe a volley of tranquilizer shots or some equally as silly scenario made up by me.
Next up was my British bred’ren (that’s UK slang for ‘homies’)
The Maccabees, playing at
The Bowery Ballroom. These fellows hail from Brighton, England. As a one-time resident of this young, music-minded seaside town, I can attest to the fact that this place is a veritable hot-bed for talent, churning out great acts such as:
The Pipettes,
Fujiya Miyagi,
British Sea Power,
Metronomy,
The Strained Assembly, the not-so-good Kooks,
Blood Red Shoes, and most recently,
Joe Lean and the Jing Jang Jong, a band currently taking the UK by storm. (This list might include a shout out to some of my mates from back home. So sue me.)
Well,
The Maccabees definitely wowed NYC, drawing big, happy numbers to the LES venue, and delivering an outstanding set with remarkable ease and panache. If the band was nervous, it certainly didn’t show. On stage, these fellows possess a certain confidence and understated charm that makes them irresistibly endearing to the crowd – there’s absolutely nothing cocky or shy about these guys. Everyone in the band is a natural performer, especially lead singer Orlando, who led the group, with ease, through an impressive set of cleverly arranged songs, including some lovely ballads such as "Toothpaste Kisses." The band has a powerful, unique sound, a sound that, at times, even verges on the point of epic. Orlando’s distinct voice kind of reminds me of that Scottish singer who sang that early 90's hit “…and I would walk 10,000 miles, and I would walk 10,000 more, just to be the man who…”. But in a good way.
(I caught up with Felix from the band the next day to find out about their CMJ experience. Look for details of our chat in a forthcoming post).



More pics of
The MaccabeesI stuck around for a bit of
Sons And Daughters, another UK act, on after The Maccabees. I was told I’d like them. I did. They definitely had a ‘swinging 60’s’ vibe about them, but it was definitely believable. And, if you’re going to do something whole-heartedly retro, all I ask is that you can pull it off –
Sons And Daughters definitely did.



More Sons & Daughters pics!
On my way out, I ran into Paul and Freddie, two long lost acquaintances from London – a nice surprise indeed. (I know these cats through old friends of mine, a set of tongue-in-cheek, troublesome, Welsh twins who, amongst other endeavours, currently play in
The Magnificent Shimmering Beasts). Paul plays in the band
Winters back in the UK, however it was his ‘day job’ as
Foals tour manager that brought him to CMJ this year. One could say he rode a pretty hot ticket over here; the US seems to be loving
Foals right now. Freddie is one of the chillest people you’ll ever meet – a genuinely nice gal. She had a couple days off before her band (
Art Brut, she’s bassist) started their US Tour, so she was in New York to enjoy the city and check out CMJ. They told me Eddie Argos (singer of
Art Brut) was performing with his and Keith TOTP's side band,
The Art Goblins, the following night at The Williamsburg Hall of Music. I showed off my badge, chatted for a bit, then said my goodbyes, explaining that I’d heard my fair share of throw-back, retro-ish music and was now in search of future sounds.
Well, where else to find future sounds, but the
Modular party, right? I head over to 200 Orchard, and when I saw a smattering of neon, I figured I found the place. I was just in time to see
Muscles play. I didn’t stay for UK act,
The New Young Pony Club , much as I like them. To be honest, the scene was pretty dismal at Modular. It was depressing to go to a ‘party’ thrown by the allegedly ultra-hip and then have it be such a flop. The faces in the crowd looked dark and sullen without the Flash! Flash! of lastnightsparty, nickydigital, cobrasnake, etc, etc. Man, it was utterly heartbreaking to see all the party-photo heroes perk right up as soon as I pulled out my dinky little camera to take pics for this blog. Maybe I was there at the wrong time, I don’t know. Anyway, I like
Muscles and I’m glad I heard them (him?) play. Their music smacked of the future more than anything else I’d heard so far.
Muscles and the kids at Modular trying to have a good time



Was gonna finish off the night at Studio B for some MSTRKRFT (spelling?) but, alas, couldn’t find it in me to go. Some of my friends were there and they reported back that the show was “Crazy fun!” So there you go, straight from the horse’s…