Ten New York Bands You Should See At This Weekend’s Northside Festival


Northside Festival starts tonight! Finally, your very own chance to see the best emerging local bands taking over Brooklyn bars for four nights… or as we like to call it, “pretty much every weekend in New York ever.” We here at Sound Of The City are ecstatic about this weekend because we know that nothing lures music fans out to an $8 night at Glasslands like the privilege of piggybacking onto $200 “preferred seating” for a Wavves show.

Excuse the snark, but seeing local bands should be your hustle year ’round. But if you need a goofy wristband and a bag full of worthless promotional swag to do it, here are 10 YIMBY-endorsed local bands you should catch at Northside (or, uh, anytime, really), with handy links to interviews and MP3s.

Thursday, 9:30 @ Shea Stadium

Making Friendz makes “punk ‘n’ b” dance floor mutations that combines the blown-out chugstep of Sleigh Bells with some Justin Timberlake-gone-four-track ‘tude that’s basically the farthest cry possible from frontwoman Tami Hart’s previous career as a tender folkster. Their track “Situation” is our leading choice for “summer jam of 2011.”

Thursday, 10:45 @ The Charleston; Friday, 8pm @ Bruar Falls

The noise-fucked duo behind of 2010’s illest local 7″, Yvette make rubbed-raw, texture-based, quasi-industrial post-punk like This Heat taking their happy pills. What will they affix a contact mic to this week?

Thursday, 11 @ Glasslands

The gnarliest, ugliest crew from Death By Audio’s scum-sucking nu-pigfuck scene, White Suns make hypnotic lurch that splits the difference between Jesus Lizard sleaze, Lightning Bolt squeal and abyss-staring wallops of pure noise, often made into glorious chaos thanks to Rick Visser’s sundial-turned-cymbal and various other metal things that look like they could legitimately electrocute these dudes at any moment.

Thursday, 11:30 @ Shea Stadium; Friday, 9pm @ Knitting Factory; Saturday, 8:30 @ Union Pool

You’ll have three chances(!) to catch this cheerful side project of Golden Triangle guitarist O.J. San Felipe, which has bright, bubblehummy Descendents/Wipers-fueled melodies coming at a rapid clip.

Friday, 10 @ Cameo Gallery; Saturday, 12:35 @ 285 Kent

With the release of a few well-received 12″s and an appearance at the Primavera Festival this year, this krauty, synthy duo is going to be the band to beat when its full-length drops this fall. This is your last chance to say you saw Blondes before the hype machine ruined them for everyone.

Friday, 11 @ Public Assembly

One of the front-runners for local album of the year, the Men’s just-dropped Sacred Bones debut turns knuckle-dragging noise into a blast of joyful catharsis—think Black Flag’s My War exploring the new age of No Age. Bonus: This is part of a fantastic show curated by SOTC pal Brandon Stosuy that also features YIMBY vets Pop. 1280 and Cult Of Youth.

Friday, 11:30 @ Shea Stadium

We’ve said this Bronx duo play endless grooves “like Tortoise fueled by Hot 97” a place where swirling violins meet drummer Theo Met’s ballsy pound.

Saturday, 9:45 @ Music Hall Of Williamsburg

A longtime fave rave of Sound Of The City, Ava Luna blend roiling ’80s no wave grooves with three-woman post-TVOTR harmonies. They play constantly and are just months away from a big tour with Toro Y Moi. We’re just gonna keep singing their praises until they’re famous, OK?

Saturday, 10:30 @ Public Assembly

A true master of Harmonia-style synth gush—and doing it way before it was fashionable—Arp released one of the most beautiful local records of 2010 with the analog bath In Light. Get the full blissout sesh as part of an Other Music/Academy Records-curated show that also features the appropriately named Endless Boogie.

Saturday, 11:30 @ Glasslands Gallery

Though their moment of breathless bloghype has died down a little, Brooklyn beatmakes Javelin are still kicking out jams from their tower of Technicolor boomboxes. Catch them as a part of “Luaka Bop’s Northside Mega-Thing” alongside Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt, Delicate Steve and probably David Byrne peeking his head over the balcony.