By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
Of course, there wasn't. Clubland and live bands have had next to nothing to say to each other for years, and the general absence of a "New York rock scene" (i.e., a bunch of popular local bands that run in the same circles) has always been a little embarrassing to explain to out-of-town visitors. I spent years wishing for a generation of local guitar bands that would catch the groove like they did around 1980, and now that scene is finally happening . . . and I should have been more specific.
As much as I love those 20-year-old rock-dance hybrids, I didn't mean that their successors should ape them directly. See, for instance, Liars' They Threw Us All in a Trench and Stuck a Monument on Top (originally released last year on Gern Blandsten, it'll be reissued on Mute next month). They've got a bunker-buster of a rhythm section, crunchy and muscular but more suited to dancing than to the indie head-nod. Their towering barker Angus Andrew is really fun to watch onstage, too. But their style relies on barely digested chunks of their source material. Liars' death-disco beats and unresolved riffs closely paraphrase early Public Image Ltd., especially given Andrew's Australian-accented monotone chants. They were polite to name one of their songs "Tumbling Walls Buried in the Debris With ESG," since its first two minutes are just ESG's "UFO" plus words. Actually, since ESG just released their first new single in 10 years"My Street" (Soul Jazz), effectively a rewrite of their 1982 song "It's Alright""Tumbling Walls" sort of counts as Liars copping a move from one of their contemporaries. Does that make it more cool, or less?
A bunch of other young New York bands share Liars' overt, band-specific nostalgia for the Mudd Club. Interpol's single "PDA" (Matador) is a trembling fist of a song, but singer Paul Banks does a nearly undiluted Ian Curtis impression, and the band's got a serious Factory Records jones in general. (Their first full album, Turn On the Bright Lights, comes out next month; let's just say Morrissey was right about Manchester having a lot to answer for.) Soviet's We Are Eyes, We Are Builders (Head) pairs Depeche Mode's synth settings from A Broken Frame with by-the-numbers New Romantic singing, scrubs them of idiosyncrasies, and doesn't give them any decent melodies to play with. And even though Radio 4's enthusiastic Gang of Four and PiL swipes are endearing on their album Gotham! (Gern Blandsten), when they opened for Clinic at Chelsea Piers a few weeks ago, they just sounded like a tribute band.
The funny thing is that you can tell the Yeah Yeah Yeahs like most of the same records; it's just that they internalize their rhythms more thoroughly, and turn them into garage rock. (Free tip for any band that wants to be "raw": Don't get a bass player, and you're most of the way there; play with a slide, and you're set.) Five of the six commercially available songs that they've parlayed into an international buzz are on their self-titled EP (just reissued by Touch & Go); one of those is a fantastic Jon Spencer Blues Explosion impression, "Bang," which is about 16 "fuck"s away from Strokes-style radio-readiness. (That bit at the beginning where Karen O whispers, "bang bang bang, the bigger the better," is as sexy as "Hot In Herre.") Their arrangements are sparse, trebly, and distortion-heavy, but a lot of the beats are imported from post-punk dance music. It's not so evident on their EP (with a few exceptionscheck out the slinky opening of "Art Star"), but the new songs in their live set give Brian Chase's drumming room to encourage ass-shaking. "Tick," hearable on a couple of live-on-the-radio webcasts, revs up the ksshunk ksshunk of Hurrah's playlist to escape velocity. "YYY want remixes! Please remix!" reads a note on their Web site. Not a bad idea.
Another two NYC indie-groove bands were actually spawned in the Bay Area: !!! and Out Hud (who share several members) put out a magnificent split 12-inch three years ago, and subsequently moved out here. !!! are a stage-crowding high-speed funk mob10 or so people, about half of whom play drums. Their show at the Knitting Factory in June ended with a quarter of the audience shaking it with them onstage. And one of the greatest live-music moments I've experienced this year was Out Hud doing the reverse: Near the end of their one-song, half-hour-long set at Spa in February, they put down their instruments one by one and jumped into the audience, dancing like they'd never heard anything as exciting as their own song, and leaving the bass player and drum machine to finish it off. There are hints of the Disco Not Disco compilations and old New Order instrumental B sides in both bandsthe brittleness of the beats, the occasional dubby slashes of guitarbut they sound like they come out of shared instincts more than specific homage. (Out Hud's years-in-the-making album will be out this fall; !!! have a second album due next year.)