Showing posts with label Cop Hugger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cop Hugger. Show all posts

Monday, June 4, 2012

ACRN Lobsterfest 2012 / Day Three / June 2 / South Beach

To Be Determined
By: Amanda Norris, Staff Writer

The morning crowd on South Beach was decidedly split between middle aged proud parents and classmates of To Be Determined, one of the winners from the Athens High School Battle of the Bands. Their set was mostly made up of covers -- the standards: Red Hot Chili Peppers and Sublime -- mixed in with a few originals. Your typical high school jam band, complete with joking rock goddery on the part of their lead singer, but it was some good background music to start the day. Except for that "Call Me Maybe" cover. Not cool, boys. Not cool.



Cop Hugger
By: Matt Bemer, Copy Editor


The former post was retracted because of a miscommunication between the author of the post and the reader. In it, the author led the reader to believe that Max Wheeler was indeed the frontman playing Cop Hugger's Lobsterfest 2012 set.


I was excited to see Cop Hugger take the stage. The band isn't known for playing places outside of bars or houses because of their hardcore sound. It's always interesting to me to see how that sound translates into a different atmosphere.


Max Wheeler, the band's lead singer, was out of town for the set, so Spencer Radcliffe (a friend of the band) took the stage in his place. Radcliffe's most notable accomplishments come from his electronic project Blithe Field. But to the passersby and to those unfamiliar with the music of Cop Hugger, Radcliffe was a fine substitute. 


Cop Hugger played with great gusto. The set lasted around 15 minutes, but to those familiar with the band, that is not an uncommon thing. It's an aesthetic of the genre -- straightforward frustration expressed through yells over three power chords lasting only a minute or so in length.


Despite being somewhat out of their element at two in the afternoon in the middle of a residential green, Cop Hugger adapted.





Scubadog
By: Hannah Cook, Editorial Director

It can never be too early for Scubadog. The band (though missing their other guitarist this time 'round) took the ever so slightly raised stage on South Beach around 1:30 p.m. with the sunshine glimmering behind them. Not many were there yet to see the beloved Scubadog in an abnormal setting compared to their frequent bar shows. But the band proved that no matter the audience, they boast the most delightful of musical integrity (even with a missing bandmate). 

Most things about the band's set were fairly typical in the realm of Scubadog -- comical stage banter, authentic energy and all-around indie rock excellence. But frontman Jake Householder did change things up more than a bit when he invited a lone audience member up on stage to sing with him. Her name escapes me, but her voice does not, as it weaved with Householder's cracked falsetto perhaps flawlessly. And to think we just thought she was there to enjoy Lobsterfest.

Fat History Month & SIGN-OFF
By: Scott Smith, Staff Writer

I couldn't help but notice the nice family sitting in lawn chairs at the back of Lobsterfest. A mommy, a daddy and a young girl enjoying the picturesque June day and the sweet sounds of...Fat History Month? SIGN-OFF? Something's not right here.

While there's a fair deal of screaming about these acts, nothing about them necessarily screams "family-oriented," at least in the traditional sense, anyway. 

But they stayed through all the noise, all the lyrical F-bombs and crowd-attributed F-bombs. They even looked like they were bobbing their heads ever so slightly. Were they residents of Athens who just attend Lobsterfest every year? I couldn't figure it out, but I was happy they were there.

We all caught Fat History Month first. A duo who came over from Boston, the band seemed to be enjoying themselves more than any other act at the festival. They embraced the crowd, who in turn responded similarly. The love affair with Athens continued even after Lobsterfest when the group played a second house show later in the night.

Next was SIGN-OFF, another noisy duo that is more familiar to the area. They were about halfway through their bare-bones, bass and drum set when bassist Morgan Garrett announced, "My parents are here," and BOOM, it all made sense. 

What made this even better was that Garrett didn't change his performance one iota just because his parents were there. He hopped around sort of awkwardly and screamed so loud his voice cracked. He even let his eyes roll into the back of his head. Some young performers might feel anxiety with a performance like that. Their style of music might be seen as taboo by a more traditional set of eyes and ideas, but that's who Garrett is as a musician and nothing is going to (in fact nothing can or should) change who he is or how he performs.

Or maybe he just has rad parents. I would bet the answer is both.

Reading Group
By: Ben Haager, Contributor

Reading Group, from Louisville, was one of the bands that Kory Kasler, Matt Bemer and I really could not wait to see on Snaturday. They describe themselves as "pop-punk, maybe," and the "maybe" portion of that is quite accurate because I don't really know how to place them in a genre. Their guitars were loud, drums spot-on at driving the tempo and Lacey Guthrie's vocals were just downright gorgeous. They even took a request from Matt to add the song "Holy Kisser" on to the end of their set. I'm not usually a fan of female singers, but when it comes to Reading Group, I make quite the exception. In fact, I bought a t-shirt, pack of buttons and cassette tape (yes a cassette tape) following their set. Reading Group, you guys (and gal) rule.

Evolve
By: Katie O'Leary, Art Director

Evolve, also know as Colin Murray, daintily took the stage after Reading Group in a pink dress and a table full of flashing switches and beat mixing equipment.

Most of the audience wasn’t sure what to expect. He had yellow-tinted hair piled on his head and introduced himself as “Nancy." The crowd laughed a little uncertainly and Evolve began the show. 

Personally, I had just heard he played electronic music and mixed beats. After about two minutes he began rapping. Not at all what I expected.

His songs covered everything from total anarchy to intense drug use. I found myself enjoying all of it. He had an awesome flow to his words that was completely different from the voice of “Nancy” he had taken on before.

He complained of minor technical difficulties due to the sun hindering his ability to see the lights on his mixing boards. However, he managed to put together a stellar performance for Lobsterfest. 

Xray Eyeballs
By: Amanda Norris, Staff Writer

Xray Eyeballs: garage rock suited to your favorite underground night club, decked out in slick black and white complete with ultra-hip style and demeanor. Their relentless shoegaze-esque sound would own The Union and the night, but it wasn't as well-suited to a midafternoon outdoor festival as we might have liked. That aside, this is a band to watch and the fact that their guitarist wore the Snat costume the rest of the day made me proud as hell to have them at Lobsterfest. Come back through and play The Union Xray. We'd love to see it. 

Pujol
By: Amanda Norris, Staff Writer

Though I am always hesitant of making committed statements about which bands will blow up and which bands, though possibly deserving of fame and fortune, will disappear into obscure indie rock history, I'm going to make an exception. I can't help but feel like a few months from now we'll be telling people, "Yeah, we booked Pujol for Lobsterfest..." Why? Because exactly one week from gracing our humble stage on South Beach, they will be playing Bonnaroo -- not exactly a small feat. They played to a small crowd of dedicated ACRNites, but they didn't mind. Cracking jokes and making conversational banter with the intimate bunch, this down-to-earth trio put on an entertaining closing set. Their tunes were great, but so was their attitude. They even stuck around afterward to talk to the crowd and stage crew, genuinely interested in learning about what makes Athens special. You probably won't get that interaction in Tennessee next weekend. Come at us Bonnaroo.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Forward Ohio Fundraiser (Fumes, Slave Labia, Cop Hugger, Difficult Dogs and Emissions) / February 9 / Casa

By: Matt Bemer, PR Director

Editor's Note: Tonight on ACRN's Scene & Heard blog, we're trying out live-blogging, really just for the hell of it because we decided it would be fun. Stay tuned as I--Blogs Editor, Cassie Whitt--post Matt Bemer's texts from the 2012 Forward Ohio Festival fundraiser show throughout the night!

10:00 p.m.
Headed over to Casa. Thoughts? It's a bit chilly.

10:23 p.m.
Difficult Dogs sound-checking. Guitarist played a lick of American Football. Bring me some jazzy jazz, Cap'n.

10:28 p.m.
Melodic harmonies, FTW! here at Casa. Opening act Difficult Dogs slips up a bit, but it is only the first song.

10:36 p.m.
Difficult Dogs has broke out into a more melodic hardcore set. Which is cool with me--and the rest of the crowd. Head bops seem to be the way to go.

10:38 p.m.
Drummer Spencer has a Snowing shirt on, and I am okay with that. Heavy math rock influences...

10:42 p.m.
Two words. Cow. Bell.

10:43 p.m.
Casa is pretty full, and Difficult Dogs is only halfway through its set.

10:47 p.m.
Casa may not be the right venue for these dogs. It is their first time playing this type of venue and they've got the showmanship, but the crowd has held back from interacting by the stage. Still, solid set so far.

10:49 p.m.
The bass drum has fallen over. Actually, the whole drum set seems to be held together by a carefully positioned brick...

10:58 p.m.
Difficult Dogs' set is over. They're really a niche band. Midwestern '90s emo/math. That's basically my niche. I am content. According to the mumblings of this crowd, Fumes is next.

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11:15 p.m.
Fumes equals pit at Casa.

11:17 p.m.
But not a dangerous one, mind you. Just watched a too-hardcore hardcore dancer told to knock it down a few notches. Safe environment here.

11:18 p.m.
Lead singer of Fumes has so much reverb on. That is all.

11:20 p.m.
Just the way I like my punk. Every song under 1 minute.

11:23 p.m.
Most of the time, the mic is being swallowed by the lead singer. That coupled with the reverb--it's getting tough in here.

11:24 p.m.
And that was it. How long was that? 12 minutes? Like I said: quick, fast, punk.

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11:33 p.m.
Dion and the Belmonts' "A Teenager in Love" is on for listener pleasure, or just as a juxtaposition to Fumes' nightmarish screams.

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11:40 p.m.
Pretty sure this is Emissions. More melodic. Still punk. Always punk.

11:42 p.m.
They have the crowd pretty riled up, but I'm not sure if that's a result of the previous set's energy. The bassist can riff, though.

11:53 p.m.
The pit is basically the size of the entire floor. Start the sets tough, end tougher.
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12:15 a.m.
Slave Labia takes the stage. It's 3 girls from Columbus playing punk rock.

12:19 a.m.
Slave Labia lead singer is screaming, "Shut the fuck up!"

12:21 a.m.
Out of my niche with this band...

12:23 a.m.
The pit is primarily female at this point.

12:31 a.m.
Slave Labia's next song is called "Masturbation at Work." Lead singer asked the crowd how many people have masturbated at work. A surprising amount of hands shot up. Did I mention they were sexual?

12:34 a.m.
ACRN event photographer Katie O'Leary is being grinded on by a female crowd member. After numerous refusals, the lady spat beer out of her mouth and in our general direction.

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12:42 a.m.
I've seen Cop Hugger numerous times, and they always put on a terrific show. Athens punk at its finest. I'll leave you all with that.

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Great bands, great night, great cause.