NYC

NYC Artists on the Rise: The Jaguar Club, live at Glasslands, 07.17

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I dig The Jaguar Club. I dig how Will Popadic’s voice trembles with fervor. His voice is like a new breed of Ian Curtis, passionate and mature. I still can’t get over “Out of the City,” from their album "And We Wake Up Slowly". which I listened to over 20 times today.. Popadic’s yummy voice mixed with the surf-esque guitar sounds (they definitely have a Beach Boys quality about them) featured in their most recent album is equally delightful. Hearing it is like receiving a first kiss. It creates excitement and evokes a hyper nature that only the truly musically talented are capable of creating in a 4-minute song. – CS

Philadelphia

The Deli’s CD of the Month: Tremble the Sails – Buried Beds

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It’s hard not to listen to Buried Beds’ sophomore album, Tremble the Sails, without wondering how a duo-to-quintet from West Philadelphia could craft such an exuberant ‘60s AM pop record. Offered as a donation-only digital download and for-sale physical release, the folk-pop outfit’s follow-up to 2006’s Empty Rooms is an unswerving love affair with sun-lit harmonies and pastoral melodies – from the swelling opener “Steady Hands” to the playful piano-heavy “Breadcrumb Trails” and all the satiated musical passages in between (i.e. “Your Modern Age”). But what’s best about Tremble the Sails is the lack of continuity in its consistency. Mixed by The Spinto Band’s Nick Krill, the overall delicate charm of Buried Beds’ latest effort is affably rattled by expressive upsurges of satiated symphonies, like on the melancholy Beatles-esque “Mother”, and bittersweet “Grandma’s Bow”. And if only one thing can be said about Tremble the Sails, it’s that it represents the better parts of this city – where underneath streets dusted with tension and grit, there’s a hidden beacon of hopefulness. – Annamarya Scaccia

Philadelphia

Night Train with Blood Feathers at KFN July 1

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It’s another Night Train dance party tonight at Kung Fu Necktie with special guests Blood Feathers and hosts Ian St. Laurent and Dennis Wolffang. Blood Feathers are the first and lone act signed to the fledgling Philebrity Label. They play traditional upbeat rock ‘n roll with catchy pop hooks, adorned with sweet twangy blues guitar alluding to some deep southern roots, as demonstrated best in their song, “Great God Almighty”. Running the road, knee-shaking kisses, black and white photographs, and your grandmother’s broach will all remind you of their traditional yet universal songs. Their crowd-pleasing sound will certainly be rockin’ the stage this evening! Kung Fu Necktie, 1250 Front St., 10pm, $5, 21+ – Katie Bennett
 

 

Portland

Sean Flinn and the Royal We Headline Triple-Threat Lineup at Holocene Thursday, July 1st

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Holocene will play host to a three-pronged easy-does-it rock block this Thursday July 1. If you’re looking to start the new month off on the right foot, try this lineup on for size:

Quiet Life will open the show with a greased-up, slick and sputterin’ Americana sheen, and no doubt lay a fine foundation with which to coax your drinking (and dancing) shoes. The band enjoyed a stint as back-up band for Port O’Brien earlier this year, before getting back to Portland to scour the Northwest wilderness, and release their brand new full-length – the excellent good-time rock ‘n’ roll acumen of Big Green – sometime in July.

Newer Portland group Alameda will occupy the second slot on this supple bill. The band is currently enjoying the release of their EP The Floating Hospital, a stoic four-song set of moving, minimalist acoustic-based tunes. Vocalist/guitarist Stirling Myles (also of Autopilot is for Lovers, also a contributor to The Deli Portland) stirs lush melodies with ample yet subdued accompaniment from bass clarinet, violin, viola, cello and other various effects-laced gadgets that, when dialed in correctly, evoke a melancholy, though cathartic kind of slow-burn orchestral-folk.

Rounding it all out will be the affable, affecting brood of Sean Flinn and the Royal We. Flinn’s organic compositions hold both child-like cadence and a predilection for ever-maturing musical magic, like a wild-eyed tramp crooning pure truth, injecting finite detail, leaving nothing unverified and everything real in every note, every pluck of the string, every measured melody. His is a musical palate ingratiated not only by the wiles of the ubiquitous, rambling, road-weary minstrel, but also by more contemporary visions of first wave rock ‘n’ roll and R&B, not unlike the wide swath M. Ward casts – though that comparison is admittedly a stretch. Flinn and his Royal We (featuring members of Y La Bamba, and Meyercord among other notable local acts) are in a class all their own, and you can sponge up your lesson tomorrow night.

Show starts at 8:30 p.m. Cover is $5. 21 and over.

Ryan J. Prado