By LA Weekly
By Henry Rollins
By Weekly Photographers
By Shea Serrano
By Nate "Igor" Smith
By Dan Weiss
By Erica E. Phillips
By Kai Flanders
Also playing Monday:
PONTIAK, MAGIC LANTERN, POCAHAUNTED, DOG at the Relax Bar; BIG BUSINESS at the Troubadour; BUTTERFLY BOUCHER, CASTLEDOOR at Spaceland; ANDREA GIBSON, TIMMY STRAW at the Mint; OLIVER FUTURE at the Echo; T.D. LIND, MIA MAESTRO AND AARON ROBINSON, WILLOUGHBY at the Silverlake Lounge; LARCHMONT CHARTER WEST FUNDRAISER FEATURING SARA BEREILLES, JIM BIANCO, LILI HAYDN, BRENDAN JAMES, JAY NASH, OTHERS at the Hotel Cafe.
TUESDAY, JUNE 2
Mayhem, Marduk, Cephalic Carnage at House of Blues
Few bands could name their first demo Pure Fucking Armageddon and then go on to deliver on it — almost literally. Norwegian black-metal forefathers Mayhem have an insane history. Founded in 1984, the band was living in the rural Norwegian woods (sorry, couldn’t resist) and creating the template for a movement when vocalist Dead slit his wrists, then blew off his head with a shotgun. Guitarist Euronymous found him, but rather than call the cops, he photographed the dead singer, and then, rumor has it, scooped up pieces of Dead’s brain, made some stew out of the meat flecks and necklaces out of the skull fragments. Two years later Euronymous got his come-uppance when Barzum bassist Varg Vikernes stabbed him 23 times, killing him and, in the process, creating a myth surrounding Mayhem, Barzum and the entire Norwegian black-metal scene. (Vikernes’ church burnings in Norway during this time didn’t hurt.) So on and so forth. Twenty years later, drummer Hellhammer is the only string that ties Mayhem’s history with the present — and he’s apparently some sort of rightist Aryan nationalist. (There’s also an upcoming film called Lords of Chaos in the works, which is based on the bloody story of the band, and will reportedly feature Twilight’s Jason Rathbone as Vikernes.) If you don’t feel like supporting Aryan assholes, go for Marduk, Sweden’s legendary black metallurgists, whose work has actually remained menacing and awesome — first album’s called Fuck Me Jesus, recent DVD’s called Blood Puke Salvation — which is something of a feat in a genre where the line between awesomeness and ridiculousness is razor-thin. (Randall Roberts)
Also playing Tuesday:
CROMAGS, OUTBREAK, CRUEL HAND, THE MONGOLOIDS at the Key Club; THERESA ANDERSSON at Largo at the Coronet; THE MINOR CANON, SING ORPHEUS, MATT DWYER, DNTEL at Spaceland; YAWNING MAN, JADED ASH, TOMMY MILLS, KATE CRASH at the Viper Room.
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 3
2 Live Crew at the Key Club
In the annals of rap history, the rise and success of 2 Live Crew was simultaneously one of the budding genre’s low and high points. Luther “Luke Skyywalker” Campbell sprouted from the Miami bass scene with an ass full of party anthems that celebrated, er, derriere, vagina and breasts to the exclusion of all other topics save one or two ditties about penis. The Crew created a few left-field hits — “Me So Horny” and “We Want Some Pussy” — that, in hindsight, were way too raunchy for the public at large. Those lyrics were just plain wrong. They fed into stereotypes, embarrassed the true headz, and so pissed off the Miami/Dade County authorities that they arrested three members of the 2 Live Crew (and one record-store owner) for indecency. Underneath the raunchiness, though, was a brand of rap production that had its seeds in Riverside, California, where producer David “Treach DJ Mr. Mixx” Hobbs created a wildly unique and occasionally thrilling sound that concentrated on the polarized high and low frequencies: While a tinny, frantic high hat drove you batty in the head, a bowel-tickling, subharmonic bass hummed and rumbled in the dungeon below and a crisp snare stabbed you in the belly. It drew from Detroit techno and Jamaican dub, and influenced British drum & bass. After Hobbs moved to Miami, he hooked up with Campbell, biters stole his sound and turned it into a few more one-hit wonders — “Whoot There It Is!,” anyone? — and the craze ran its course. Long story short: Hobbs is working his own Web site, Collegepeepshowtv.com, and tours as Afroman’s DJ, and Campbell, who made millions in the ’80s, is playing the Key Club tonight. (Randall Roberts)
Also playing Wednesday:
PENNYWISE, PEPPER, DEATH BY STEREO, BIG B, AUTHORITY ZERO at Club Nokia; NICK RALLIS BAND at Molly Malone’s; BLAME SALLY at Largo at the Coronet.
THURSDAY, JUNE 4
Fol Chen, Kárin Tatoyan at The Echo
Fol Chen are an enigmatic five-piece from Highland Park who claim to be waging war against an enemy named John Shade, a man (presumably) whose existence is even more shrouded than the band’s. But don’t let this group’s self-mythologizing chase you away. Fol Chen’s debut full-length, Part 1: John Shade, Your Fortune’s Made, released by Asthmatic Kitty in February, is a highly enjoyable collection of danceable art-pop that owes its timbre to Of Montreal, Prince and some menacing unnamed force (Mr. Shade, perhaps?). Their songs run the gamut from cheeky little ditties about enjoying life’s simpler pleasures (“Cable TV”) to hair-raising chamber pieces like “The Believers,” a song that takes advantage of its atypical instrumentation and boy-girl vocals to create an atmosphere of supreme creepiness. Kárin Tatoyan sings with a voice that has earned her many a comparison to Björk, and the fact that she consistently makes good on such a tall order is a testament to just how good the local artist actually is. Her live show combines electronics, cello, drums and Tatoyan’s soaring croon to create a living, breathing art piece. (Chris Martins)