There are four types of shows I attend regularly. Here they are, listed in order of importance:
1) OMG YES I AM SO GLAD THEY ARE COMING I BOUGHT TICKETS THE DAY THEY WENT ON SALE NOTHING WILL STOP ME FROM SEEING THIS SHOW. (Such bands include: U2, Morrissey, Gray Young, any strange/obscure mid-90s alternative band that I obsessed over in the heydays of 120 minutes; pre-matt pinfield.)
2) Everyone will not shut up about this band, all the people whose taste I respect opinions I trust are telling me to see this band, so I better go.
3) I am out, who is at Slim’s?
4) It’s my friends’ band, man. Give them a chance!
Whatever Brains sits someplace cradled between the limbo of 2, 3 and kinda 4. (4, only because the guys in WB are not necessarily ‘friends’ but people I have seen around the scene since the dawn of time, so it counts.) Also, for a frame of reference: WB are the guys that opened for Fucked Up last year at Hopscotch; the guy wore the Eagle mascot costume … Remember? Yeah, me neither. Can you believe
Hopscotch is less than a month away? Yeah, me neither.
Dear Raleigh: you are killing me with your awesome Thursday night shows. Quit putting all the chilled out alt-country shows on Saturday nights and save shit like Whatever Brains for a weekend. My body hates me. Still. And you see how far behind this ‘review’ is; that’s pain.
I don’t think this show was planned. In fact, I know it wasn’t. (This is the problem with waiting so long to write these things.) Jay mentioned it, so I tagged along. Me tagging along to awesome shows with Jay has been the theme of the last year of my life. Jay is the ultimate progenitor of Type 2 Above. Maybe I should just change that to “Jay said they were awesome, so I went.” In this case; Jay said I should go, so I went. While we waited between sets, we wandered down and got into trouble at Neps, whereupon I was approached by BShaw. I was then informed by BShaw that if I missed the next act, called “invisible Hands” that I would be “dead to him.” I suddenly realize BShaw belongs in the subset of Type 2 above, as well. I saw the band; therefore I am not dead.
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i am warned of my imminent death. |
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YAY I DIDN'T DIE! |
These guys – WOW! From song one I was barely able to keep my jaw off the ground. Jay was texting me a lot saying things like “this guy is like Johnny Marr AND Morrissey at the same time” and then my brain exploded because I was looking at a smiths chimera. Oh god. I made a very specific, tipsy point to be downstairs during their load-out so that I may confront them on their awesomeness factor. I don’t remember much of the conversation, apart from the gushing and the dreamy foppishness of the LV’s (Adam’s) Morrissey-like coif.
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hard to get a non-blurry image because there was so much energy! |
Invisible hand; so with all the Moz/Smith references thrown around up there, maybe I have already brainwashed myself into automatically comparing IH to something akin to a really pumped-up/darker
Smoking Popes. (Remember them? They opened for Morrissey. Oh how I miss them!) They affect me in that same stop and pause way I felt the first time I heard, say, the Replacements or Sugar for the first time. The first time I really stopped and paid attention to David Byrne solo. That’s the vibe I got off
these guys. They definitely had a really fun vibe and if anything, watching the bassist (Thomas) alone, you will find yourself dancing. I just discovered they are coming back to King’s Sept 29. I’m so there.
Then THESE guys.
I keep forgetting these guys are local. These guys went to Enloe for God’s sake. These guys apparently release more material than any local band in existence. These guys have no two songs that sound alike. I think these guys will play anywhere, anytime if you ask. Dear
Whatever Brains, will you play my corporate luncheon next week? (I am kidding because they will do it because they are ridiculous and ruthless.)
I don’t know… what do you say?
Whatever Brains is Punk? They are psychedelic Beatnik porn music? What are these guys? Every time I have seen them I stand there and I think; what the hell do you say about these guys? It always starts the same, everyone is kinda chilling and there are those 2 or three girls down front doing the one beer in the air/swing-n-sway/WOO!-dance. Then suddenly the songs are wilder and every song gets shorter and there are 50 shots of liquor lined up on the stage and people are screaming and losing their minds. Someone is naked. Something is on fire.



No, I don’t mean to detract from the music and say “oh this band is just a spectacle” no, that is not at all true. I honestly think they are so comfortable and strong with their tunes that they can afford a little playfulness. They can lose their minds because the music is solid, it’s almost as if they are the conjurers, they don’t really even necessarily need to play it, it’ll be there, but their bodies are the conduits. It’ll happen. So a little leeway is granted, sure, hang off of things and spit all over yourself, the music will hold its own.
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co-starring British John as the Guest Vocalist |
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ALL MY FRIENDS ARE ROCK STARS... HURRRRR!!!11 |
Some songs will play and you’ll be all like, “yeah okay, these guys are really into Sabbath.” And then 4 songs will play all together and they are all about 48 seconds each and you think “well, hell, when did this guy turn into Pete Shelley??” and then no, it’s the Cramps. No, Misfits. No, Agnostic Front. No… OH JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE JUST GIVE ME A GODDAMNED BEER.
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Jay moshing. god love 'im. |
And that’s when you suddenly realize you love them and there is no going back. And then it's over and you're drunk at Neptune's and it's entirely too late to be out on a Thursday. These guys.
PARTII; in which I suddenly find myself at yet another unplanned Whatever Brains show, almost a month later with Jay.
So the apparent “theme” of band practice has turned into; play a bit, drink a lot whilst playing; wander downtown and see some other band play much better; drink more. On one such apparent practice theme nights, the crew and I descended upon slims and our dear friends, Whatever Brains were playing YET AGAIN. It was a wee bit tamer this night, but only because it was Slim’s, so therefore everyone’s ears were burning out of their skulls and it was a late-nighter on a Tuesday. Not as many folks out.
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halfway through practice and the night out planning begins, you can see it in me eyes! |
However, the intimacy brought a level of psychosis out of these guys I had yet to see, I do believe. I wish every week I could see whatever brains just so I could study the reaction of the crowd vs. the level of intense madness it brings out of the LV. Like, a really shitty anthropologist.
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can never be normal. not even for a second. |
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mad because he was not asked to guest-vocalize? |
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besties, united in our inability to take non-horrific pictures at rock shows. |
I could write a really shitty thesis on this phenomenon. “Level of Lead Vocalist Vehemence in direct correlation to Audience participation and size” By: Dr. Karla Anne Bullshit-Maker-Upper.
I was married thrice, once to a Jeff Maker and then a Eugene Upper.
I’m kidding.
Although in my early 20’s I was engaged to a British dude with the last name “Bull”.
That, I’m not kidding about.
I was, once upon a time, almost Mrs. Karla Anne Bull.