excussssssse me say that again?!

cough cough, blink blink, sigh sigh....you can react anyway you want to this. But it's the truth. Wolf Parade is playing next Sunday at the Magic Stick in the luxurious city of Detroit! Ticket are a mere 14 bucks, but from what I've read, there's a guest band called Frog Eyes, which does not seem to be listed on the ticket. Doors are at 8:00 p.m.

On another Spencer Krug anything to do with note, Sunset Rubdown, sigh sigh (kicking dirt while looking down with hands in pockets) is playing a show in October, 5th-A to be exact! This magnificent heavenly presentation will be held in the Rayol town of Cleveland, Ohio. Ohio is a very special state indeed........(but we musnt' speak of it so often or else "they" will come get us.) ANNNnnnnd tickets for this are but a mere 10 buck-a-roo's. jjjjjoooOOOOOYYYYYY!!!!!

which brings me to my next question.....(insert Urkel voice).....can i bum a ride from anyone?


here's an enjoyable bio for those of you who think you're just gonna watch some clean cut, Ian Curtis dreaing fashionistas on stage singing about NYC and or Stella. (cough cough Interpol cough cough) just kidding, I too wish they would put some new stuff out, or at least just go a little more unnoticed by ever fucking magaize out there. So, here it is....a bio on Frog Eyes:

Looking for a Prince: Three Days Stalking Frog Eyes.


It is not only the belly of this charming and robust rogue that needs nourishment. I have a mind to feed as well. If one were to take a slice of Bertrand Russell, two crisp pieces of Plato, plucked from a fresh head of Pushkin, four thick slices cut from a block of Heraclitus, some Hieronymous Bosch and Brueghel sauce, and the most sparing sprinkles from the Thrashymachus and Xerses shakers and place them all in between a hoagie bun–well, I might just take a bite!”–from the biography of Carey Mercer by Reg Lech and Grayson Walker.

I just want to apologize in print for sweating on them on that hot summer evening. I was in over my head, but this is not about me. Well, it kind of is. I heard so much about Frog Eyes from the Hive Studios people and CiTR DJs that I was almost forced to see a Frog Eyes show. I saw them open for Stephen Malkmus and was kind of shocked to hear them later trounce the show as being not great (more for the headline act than anything).

I’ve never been so floored by a performance. Right from the beginning, when front man Carey Mercer assured the crowd not to be afraid and invited them closer to the Sonar stage, I wasn’t going anywhere until they were done. Upon hearing their first album, The Bloody Hand, I was led to believe that Carey was literally off his rocker, shackled to a railing during their sets so as to not attack the audience G.G. Allin style. But of course all four of them were sweet and kind and giving with their time, even though I pestered them with questions for four days by e–mail and in person. Yes, they were kind, but so were the alien visitors from “V” before they ordered us onto their mothership in order to be preserved for future consumption. The above quote is from a biography of Carey Mercer. “How old are you?” I ask. “Old enough to have a biography.” Wha?

Yeah, I think he’s having me on as well. But through careful research I have come to the conclusion that he is being sincere. I’ve only known of this humble four–piece for a few short months, but ever since my first listen, I’ve been carving the Frog Eyes logo into my school desk .
I’ll give you four points about these cats and then I got a plane to catch. First up is Carey’s voice. The first word I ever heard Carey utter was ‘radio’ from the song “Sound Travels from the Snow to the Dark.” Joy Divsion’s Ian Curtis sang that word almost identically in the song “Transmission,” except that Carey sounds like he’s trapped in a closet screaming into 90 megaphones. I have this lawn mower that growls along for a while, but then it eventually lets out this high pitched wail that liquifies my insides. This comparison with the way Carey sings is meant as a compliment.“I was pissed once... drunk, not angry,” Carey begins “and I was listening to the CCR cover of “I Put a Spell on You.” Then it really hit me and I thought it’d be nice to try to sing. And now, here we are in this room.” For the record, Carey did not know who Diamanda Galas was and the rest of the band did. Long story.