You’re slummin’ it in a warehouse. Nobody has caught on yet to your escapades; sneaking bread from the nearby cantina, and bird-washing at the local 7 day convenience. You’re doing it because life is too short to waste your workday on somebody else’s dream and there’s no denyin’ that the beer tastes better with a heft o’liberty thrown in. While you’re at it start a band and do it cause ‘why the fuck not?’ You can use the warehouse space to throw shows, or better yet practice to no one and be as loud and carefree as possible, while shot-gunning beers the whole time.

Call yourself Killer Ghost and haunt the walls around you. Scare of the neighborhood rats with more sass than Kim Fowley and blast your speakerbox as loud as possible with the complete Nuggets box. Make sure the noise is pointed out the window at a nearby dumpster so that all the ‘punks’ can hear it and begin to question their ethos. They will ask themselves "do I really need my studded belt, or can I just wear my conviction on my sleeve and join those Killer Ghosts in that warehouse and haunt America with apathy?"

Ask Killer Ghost all these questions and more at Cha Cha Sunday, Feb, 22nd @ 8:30

 Our shared reality knows some things to be true; when it’s raining you get wet, the sun is hot, and guitar sounds like a guitar. But the abhorrence of traditional values and exploration outside this shared reality will show that musical timbres aren’t always what they seem to be, and things that may be obvious on the outside can often reveal new secret tonalities.

It’s the lines between where Charms straddle their success as neither a pop band nor a noise group.  When you look at them on a stage you’ll see keys, guitar, drums and a mic, and for a while you may effectively be duped into thinking that this is just another rock band. But when Eleazer spins on his heals and engages his rainbow machine pedal, things suddenly turn into a baffling display of sonic mastery. Josh oscillates his synths into a noisy rhythmic beat and Ray commands a small avalanche behind the drums, enforcing a sonic mood that is reminiscent of Mission of Burma’s noisy brand of post punk.

But it’s not all chaos and noise; underneath the obscured and effected timbres lays the pop tones of Metal Box, or even The Wipers. Eleazer and the boys have harnessed a knack for writing indelible hooks that are bent on the political climates and dystopian love affairs that only a synth could describe. Using volume as a great uniter to push forward Eleazer’s Johnny rotten-esque croons, Charms will certainly put the hex on you and your ears as you are helplessly overcome in a freakish post punk fantasy.

 Table and Chairs is Seattle’s experimental jazz label that has brought us the way out Bad Luck; the prog-power ballads of Heatwarmer, and ever changing Racer Sessions. Tonight they present to us the electronic edition of their second Wednesdays at vermillion series currated by David Balatero of Sister Girlfriend who has assemble an impressive roster of Seattle’s finest improvisers. 

 Raica weaves pushy bass lines through electronic caverns, while stalac-pipe organs drip murky sounds onto the dance floor. White noise precipitates past our senses from the thick atmosphere, and light dissipates on the damp walls of our eardrums. She encourages the listener to take their time developing and evolving with her while she sets the stage for a subtle climax much like Daphne Oram’s outer explorations and the moonscapes of ‘Electronic Meditation’ –era Tangerine Dream.

 While, Mood Organ marries the electronic harps of Ash Ra and a heft of FM synth funk, (minus a hand clap), Timm Mason’s solo efforts are more akin to the dense atmospheres of Popul Vuh and other musik kosmiche of that era. Curious to see the pairing with Kaori Suzuki, who uses her own custom built synthesizers to get to frequencies we weren’t quite sure existed prior to hearing them. Her company Magic Echo Music has been producing uniquely crafted electronics for a while now. On MEM’s website Kaori reports: “We’ll be using the MEM CICCS as a shared interface between the two of us. It will be part XOR logic guessing game, Rainforest-esque feedback and I don’t know what else?”

 And to round out the evening is Newaxeyes; who summon glitch-hop guitar lullabies that battle against cold the machinations of sampled drum pads.  Their recent 12” release, ‘Assange/Church,’ wouldn’t be out of place in-between the post rock scriptures of Constellation records and the swagger of ‘Yesterdays New Quintet.’ Though impossible to peg and ever evolving out of chaos, Newaxeyes carve out the notch in our record collections that we’ve been waiting to be filled. Go buy it now.

 The experiments sound off at Vermillion Gallery tonight at 8PM

Sunshine Subconscious is the progressive neo-soul child of drummer and bandleader Tommy Whiteside the IV. Taking the grit from Daptone records and the musical dexterity of Roy Ayers, I’d be surprised if everybody didn’t love this sunshine. On Rewrite the Pages, Tommy describes an existential journey through “pain and pleasure,” disarming himself to natures duality while still questioning and expressing disbelief in the laws we have been told to believe. The result is a song that lays in-between the coolness of jazz subtlety and the hostility of spiritual anarchy.

To realize his vision of utopia, Tommy has amassed an impressive cast of Cornish cats to lend their services; Bret Gardin (of Newaxeyes) makes waves as lead vocalizer, while Phinehas Nyang’Oro searches for the lost guitar chord, and Jackie Sandberg drives the songs down the dirtiest Rhodes you’ve ever been on. Together, with Tommy on the skins, the make up is a unique blend of psychedelic aesthetics and honed jazz chops. So if you ever wanted a crispier, dirtier Steely Dan or a less cynical Eugene McDaniels, then sit back and let your Sunshine Subconscious take control.

Sunshine Subconscious plays at the Triple Door Musicquarium on Tuesday, February, 10th, at 8PM

Jaki Liebezeit, the drummer for the seminal Krautrock band Can, had an epiphany; he was confronted by a mysterious person in the late 60’s who told him "YOU MUST PLAY MONOTONOUS." Jaki could have easily passed off the comment with total disregard, but there was something about the wide-eyed nature of this mysterious person that seemed to suggest something alien and perhaps knowledge of worlds beyond our own. And so Jaki took heed and began playing monotonous and consequently changed and effected the way we approach pop and odd music ever since.

The fact that a moment so fleeting and seemingly inconsequential could have such a resounding effect on the future of music seems magical at best. Could aliens really have informed the Germans about this musical zeitgeist? …Now I’m imagining a planet where the national anthem is a motorik beat that plays for half an hour…

Meanwhile, back on earth we’re sending those signals back out to space in hopes that the mothership returns to bring us bountiful gifts of synthesizers that oscillate emotions and guitars that feedback into eternity. Tonight there is a live transmission from The LO-FI with cosmic kraut conductors, Red Martian (who on any other day could be the house band for Creation Records), Terminal Fuzz Terror (Amon Duul disciples), Bites, and more… All paying homage to the greatest musical genre the west has ever known. Lift off starts at 8pm

It’s sad day for the underground. Seminal DIY space and home to outsider music of Seattle, The Josephine, has ceased operations. The house/venue had recently come under scrutiny by the city, who were tipped off about the venue through a local noise complaint. Members of the house have not been kicked out yet and will continue to live out the lease, but all sounds are silent.

Let’s take a minute to pay our repects to DIY spaces across the world; without them the Deli would be a lonely place.

There’s a big hoopla going on tonight: some guy from SF is in town and he brought his face paint and we’re all excited to see how the sweat washes it away. But there’s more than that… at the very same event there’s an evil lurking and a cat with a penchant for Mexican food, and that sounds very enticing.

The evil I speak of is The Young Evils, Seattle’s bittersweet rock-popsters. If The Cars spun out on the Vaselines and consequently drove straight into Wreckless Eric, The Young Evils would be on the sideline documenting it all to sell it to the tabloids later, and oh how they would revel in the drama!

The name Tacocat pretty much sums up the band. Some of their songs are about cats; some are about tacos, some just about being person in a world. While tacos explain themselves, and we deal with being a person everyday, cats are a much more complex subject.  What exactly is a cat thinking? Does it want peace and harmony; dissent and chaos, or simply a warm laptop to sits on? Does the modern cat express empathy or is the cute cuddly persona merely a facade to cover up the deviant sociopath that lies underneath? Hear Tacocat’s sentiments on the subject tonight.

The Young Evils open for Tacocat, who open for Ty Segall tonight at Neptune, 7PM, FREE

In school teachers try and cram as much info into our heads as possible through monotony. However, a lot of this never really seems to stick because we never understand the context, reason or passion behind it. Dance music acts in a similar way instructing us to move with a repetitive onslaught of rhythm, except where school lacks passion, dance music indulges in it, and we soon are overcome with knowledge (sometimes carnal) and succumb to the movement. Patternmaster takes us on a forward thinking quest for knowledge, using modular squelches and incessant kick drums to guide the way -we learn the value of just being in the moment. And just as the last moment passes a new one begins and thus is the cyclical pattern of Patternmaster.

For a those on a constant quest for knowledge check out Patternmaster at Kremwerk on February, 5th for the 21st edition of MOTOR, Seattle’s monthly experimental electronics revue.

Sound, being the ever expansive beast that it is, sometimes demands to be quantified and the musician acts as the magician stirring the alchemical pots of sound and time to create something cohesive yet unique. Leatherdaddy are such magicians who do an exceptional job of reaching into the aether to present us with golden ratios of sound.  Take equal parts sludged-out guitars, odd timings, a penchant for the "post" sound of 90’s bands like Unwound and Black Heart Procession, and a dash of shoegaze and you might have something close. But even with all the right parts we would probably never come close to what Leatherdaddy sound like, so it’s best to leave them to what they do best.

Witness them alive tonight at Hollow Earth Radio 8:30PM 21+

Brooklyn duo Beacon’s first EP (released last fall) has already gained a reputation for putting listeners into something of a hypnotic state, its subtly warm melodies hummed endlessly over morning coffee, in the shower or while riding the subway. It is no surprise then that the band’s first single from their new album, “The Ways We Separate,” pairs rich, Sade-like vocals with a smooth chillwave beat, lyrics once again hanging romantic desire somewhere out there on the metaphysical plane. Though such dreaminess may at times seem to defy gravity, Beacon’s bleeps, blops and drones evoke a sunlit energy that drips with a kind of rococco eroticism. Ride the clouds with them at the album’s release show, May 4th, Mercury Lounge. – Brian Chidester

Vox Pop are a proudly international band hailing from Scotland, and eventually finding their way over here to NYC. Their new 4-track EP ‘French/Funeral’ is filled with the spirit of these cosmopolitan personalities as each of their voices rise to the top of the mix… and somehow don’t appear to struggle against eachother to get there. A solid colllection of love jams set to war marches, searing vocals, and bizarrely un-nerving samples. And oh yeah.. 2nd track ‘Paper’ might be one of the best songs I’ve heard so far this year. Listen below. – Mike Levine (@Goldnuggets)

We added this song to our curated SoundCloud playlist of Best NYC songs by emerging NYC artists – check it out!

Summer Hours’ first record couldn’t have been better received. From Deli Mag’s own glowing review to Alter the Press’s ecstatic write-up, the band’s come a long way with their breezy sound in a short time, especially considering their drummer Griffin Richardson has roots in noise rock. Latest single ‘Close and Closer’ keeps the waves crashing against the shore, as singer Rachel Dannefer keeps the energy going while still managing to sound entirely laid-back. Explore these unlikely contradictions on their SoundCloud. – Mike Levine (@Goldnuggets)