October 14: Holy F**k, Indian Jewelry, Clipd Beaks @ Holocene

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Holocene presents…
Holy Fuck
Indian Jewelry
Clipd Beaks
TIME: 8:30pm
COST $13.00 advance
TICKETS Brown Paper Tickets + Jackpot Records

Dance music for the apocalypse from some of experimental pop's finest and boldest.

ADVANCE TICKETS ARE AVAILABLE AT BROWNPAPERTICKETS + JACKPOT RECORDS + PORTLAND MERCURY.

“We often say casually that bands are “awesome” without thinking about the true meaning of the word — Holy Fuck actually inspire awe.” – Pitchfork

“Toronto's Holy Fuck creates dance music that careens off the grid yet possesses a ragtag sense of discipline…(the band) galvanizes with rambunctious grooves that'll make you shake your can and cause you to wonder why more techno doesn't fizz with this kind of raw, triumphant energy.” – XLR8R

If opposites really do attract, it makes perfect sense that Holy Fuck would chose a barn in rural Ontario to record a series of dynamic electro-noise pop that compose their latest full-length release, titled Latin. Where Holy Fuck in the past were a rotating cast of musicians, Latin showcases for the first time their consistent touring line up. Drummer Matt Schulz and bass player Matt McQuaid provide a complex rhythm foundation that at times feels like an invisible hand leading you through a dark hedge maze. Perhaps an excessive feat for most, but this provides the ideal underpinning as Brian Borcherdt and Graham Walsh merge a twin effects/feedback tangle that is equal parts entrancing and inspiring.

The band had an absurdly busy touring schedule in 2008/2009 and Latin undoubtedly benefited from the near nightly shows. There is an added dimension of song craft on the album — Latin brings noise and melody together with an uncanny sense of optimism — but at the same time Holy Fuck have not lost the chaotic and euphoric energy that they are known for. When it came time for Holy Fuck to record, songs were cut live off the floor during their brief downtime at home. Delivered in trimesters, Latin was engineered by Graham Walsh and mixed by Dave Newfeld (Broken Social Scene), D. Sardy (Johnny Cash, NIN), Eli Janney (GvsB, Wilco,), Paul Epworth (Bloc Party, Primal Scream) and Holy Fuck themselves. It's the follow up to 2007's simply titled LP which Filter described as “nine perversely noisy, mind-bogglingly ferocious freakouts” and Spin said of it “Holy Fuck play the sort of id-gripping dance rock that's best experienced in person. Luckily (LP) retains the raw energy of the live show, even without the visual barrage.” With high praise from peers, critics, big name endorsements and ascension on festival bills, Holy Fuck have the divine right to be profane. And with respected music luminaries Thom Yorke and Lou Reed passing on kind words about studio recordings and live performances, it's no wonder Holy Fuck have become sought after.

Indian Jewelry is a van gang from Houston, Texas. I to the J. Blood on the streets. TOTALED is their latest record, and their third album for We Are Free/Monitor Records. TOTALED is weird, dirty and to the point, a direct line to the one true Indian Jewelry under Heaven. No genre, no rules, no help. IJ hasn't turned away from cracked cymbals, feedback, and burning amps. They're running them through more fx. TOTALED is the sum of hundreds of shows on the road and hundreds of hours under headphones. TOTALED is a crash course in sound + vision. In it is the swamp electro of 2003s We Are The Wild Beast, the nightmare throb of 2005s Invasive Exotics, and the sonic angel dream of 2008s Free Gold. This is an encounter with the true and the truly fucked up woozy and heartpounding and subject to double-vision. It's like arriving to the beach, headspun and weightless after a sleepless night, only to remember that a hurricane has come and wiped almost everything away. Hard grass crawls back over the improvised dunes, a few men fish in the surf, and Tejano music plays from the speakers of a parked pick-up. If you're hearing funk, that's because they spend their time at home playing in Houston's Prince cover band Diamonds+Pearls. If you're hearing anything else, that's the sound of Houston underwater.