Mad men was the theme of the evening yesterday at the Record Bar, beginning at 11, with the unhinged-school-teacher persona of Little Murders frontman Bill Cave.
Standing up stiffbacked and coiling his mic cable around his forearms as if to symbolically leash them to his torso, Cave barked out scary, repetitive lyrics in a muffled, punk mein that recalled David Yow and soundbites from The Wall. Behind him, an all-star lineup of instrumental badasses churned out spiny, aggressive, noisy rock.
Can't wait for the music showcase on August 6? Neither can we, and that's why we're throwing a little pre-party tonight that'll give everyone a small but potent taste of the eclectic awesomeness that is the Pitch Music Awards (and, by extension, our town's music scene). Actually, I'm not sure whether this party was planned by our savvy marketing people or the folks at Czar Bar -- but either way, I'm grateful to both parties that it's happening, because it's basically turning CZBZ's (get it? lik
