Anyway, during the course of the evening, the boys told us about their friends' band Anavan. "They're awesome! They're gonna be huge!" we were told. Well, I finally got a hold of some Anavan tracks, and we were not misled. Dear readers, may I now present them to you?
First, here's a nice profile from the Los Angeles Alternative Times, just for you. Apparently, and this doesn't surprise me in the slightest, Anavan puts on a hella mad live show.
So you like saucy, dirty electrodancepunk party music (or, as it is known in LA, "Ravesploitation") with dueling boy/girl vocals with lots of hollerin'? OMG, so do I! Let's party!
"Mingle" is the soundtrack to the kind of attitude owned by the Party Pictures on Myspace generation -- it's gently satirical and wholly filthy. "Eel Air Camera" is a disco party anthem from the future and an alternate dimension simultaneously, with a dirty, dirty bassline and sparkly synths and one of the best shout-along verses ever -- "shake your fanny like a tranny!" being one of the more choice morsels. Oh yes, Anavan -- please and thank you!
Anavan -- Mingle
Anavan -- Eel Air Camera
Anavan is currently on tour, and playing Seattle tonight, Missoula, Montana tomorrow, and a "big ass house party" in Salt Lake City on Thursday, Denver on Friday, and Vegas on Saturday (see the Myspace link above for more deets...). I suggest that if you're in the affected areas, you'd best plan on attending, and prepare to be humped by members of the band. You've been warned, or enabled! Whichevs!
(And, while you're out and about on the internets, check out the Books on Tape remix contest, or watch the video for Captain Ahab's "Snakes on the Brain.")
And, speaking of parties, well. We really, really needed somewhere to go Sunday nights. Pinkie and I have always been, in general, resolutely against going out on Friday or Saturday night unless it's absolutely necessary. This was especially the case after becoming completely spoiled by our fine Sunday nights out in NYC. So, naturally, we decided to throw our own deal at the the glamorous pride of the Eastside, The Peacock -- where they make the absolute best campari cocktails.
In that cozy and inviting drinking den, we'll be DJing almost entirely off vinyl from the most Sunday-spangled corners of our respective record collections. Which means you'll hear anything from Blancmange to T.Rex to that weird French New Wave record of Pinkie's to Lush and Pulp and Okkervil River and back again. Just like is says on our flyer (which also functions as a mnemonic device for the location): New Wave, No Wave, and Indie Glam. That's this Sunday, the 13th, starting 'round 10pm and running 'till close. We do hope to see you there!
Cocteau Twins -- Fotzepolitic