This Sunday in the sunniest part of decaying Los Angeles, make your way down to The Smell for an all-ages show destined to cauterize your sense of direction in life with three bands that pander to your most self destructive tendencies. Static Static are to Los Angeles what a snow shovel is to Florida: out of place, but still sharp and heavy enough to fracture your skull if provoked, and full of enough angular and bent noise to cave in your prettiest features before you know what's happened. Once a two piece living room-punk glue wave machine, now a three-piece live unit with a real drummer (Leslie from the Red Aunts), Static Static cull all the most wretched scraps of electronic noise and set them up to a hypnotic beat that is somehow completely great and shirks any annoying predispositions. The combination of real drums and drum machines working together is quite a sound to behold and really works wonders when aligned with their gnashing and convulsing songs engineered to lay your mind to waste. Taking equal parts of VOLT and Spider and molding it into a whole new spectrum of sonance, Static Static have remained in the shadows long enough, and it's time Los Angeles realized what a great resource they have lurking around in it's dark corners. Their debut 7" on Babytooth is sold out for the moment, but keep your eyes peeled for their next 7" to appear appropriately on HoZac Records before the end of the summer. Another notable unit from the LA area is up next, and if you haven't already made yourself familiar with New Collapse, it may cause temporary suffocation if you're not careful. If mutant sounds from the nether worlds of post-punk neurosis are anywhere near your inclination of a good time, be sure to check out New Collapse for a serious dose of unhealthy weirdness that will be hard to wash off in the shower the next morning. Headlining the night is Loto Ball Show, who include Mr. Loto Ball formerly of the Phantom Limbs and bring an obnoxiously unorthodox stagger to the evening's overall vibe. Hard to pigeonhole, they straddle the line between folky erraticness a la Dan Melchior, coupled with "outsider" instrumentation via trumpet and saxophone, and create their own eerie and alluring niche in this ever-expanding world of sonic underground abberations.
Check out a clip of Loto Ball Show from a show at Ronny's in Chicago ealier this year, right here...
