This Little Underground
Bao Le-Huu takes on Glen Runciter, Sloppy Kisses, the Nude Scene, Reptar, Joe Buck and more
Published: February 2, 2012
Holy mama, not only is Orange You Glad Music Festival (March 8-11, orangeyougladfest.com) back at last, it’s returning bigger and bolder. Founder-organizer Tierney Tough has given the indie-centric fest a major power pill by teaming up this time with Parafora Presents’ Chris Anderson. Although the emphasis is still rightfully on area talent, this edition is beefed up with some really bright national names, bands you’ve seen reviewed here as fresh standouts like Cults, Tennis, Grimes, Mr. Gnome – alongside new up-and-comers like Spectrals and Zambri. Get pumped.
Master of the Mix
There were some things that seriously undermined the legitimacy of season two of Master of the Mix , the DJ competition series on Centric/BET – specifically, eliminating dynamo turntablist Mell Starr way too prematurely, advancing weak-sauce competitor K-Sly way too far, admitting total fucking poseurs like Jamieson Hill and Nicole Leone into the race at all and allowing vacuous, woefully unqualified model/socialite Amber Rose to judge. That notwithstanding, Orlando DJ Michael (M-Squared) McPherson made it to the finals alongside worthy jocks DJ P and DJ Yonny. And although he didn’t ultimately prevail, he repped himself and his city with skill and style. What can I say? The kid is fresh. Well done, son. Now how about a hometown face-off between McPherson and the ever-dope DJ SPS?
At the music showcase by new art collective Parallelogram (Jan. 29, Peacock Room), local duo Glen Runciter delivered perhaps their most legible musical performance yet. Not to say that their frazzled, darkly whimsical art-pop was normal or anything. (These are not two normal dudes.) This set was just a more complete musical idea with melodies and rhythms working together, like, y’know, actual songs! That’s saying something for an act forever teetering between art, carnival and possible stunt.
Also playing was new band Sloppy Kisses. Upon hearing their first demos recently, I noted that the simple pop songs sounded like they were crafted either for children or for taking drugs, perhaps both. Live, they only deepened that impression with singer Anna Wallace’s full princess outfit and kid-trippy Fantasia projected behind them. Their songs are guilelessly cute and afloat in wonder – and perhaps this is the cynic in me showing, but the Kool-Aid’s so sweet that you can’t help but suspect it’s possibly laced. Maybe they’re just truly tapping into the strange world of kids or maybe it’s something subversive, I’m not sure. But I’m as intrigued as I am disturbed at the possibility of the new pop genre they might propagate: children’s psychedelia.
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