The Rich Girls Are Weeping

08 August 2006

Earlier this year, when Books on Tape and Captain Ahab came through town, Pinkie and I took them to dinner at Nuevo Leon, where we had margaritas big enough to swim in and were entertained by a large wedding shower party complete with sassy mariachis. The 'hot' mariachi is still looked back on quite fondly. (Seriously, he was fiiiiiine. But I digress.)

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


Blogger absonderpop said...

You might want to look up the word "fotze" in a German dictionary ;-)

Cheers, Netzhaut.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006 7:34:00 PM  
Blogger cindy hotpoint said...

Oh, we know what it means!

Tuesday, August 08, 2006 7:37:00 PM  
Blogger liz o. said...

Funny you mentioned Anavan. Bret, the bassist, is an old friend of mine from the college radio days. I'm not sure exactly how many times I've seen them play, but it's never a boring show. I think I have pics of them on my blog somewhere (definitely have a picture of Bret's awesome homemade Ultravox shirt). You should probably check out his blog

Tuesday, August 08, 2006 11:08:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you'll have to stop by next door sometime while you guys are peacocking it up.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006 10:19:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That poster is gorgeous! Did one of y'all make it?

Wednesday, August 09, 2006 2:33:00 PM  
Blogger Pinkie von Bloom said...

karen, maybe you come over to get peacocked up while you're next door. ;)

anonymous, why yes we did. cindy executed while i observed, suggested, and pontificated.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006 3:34:00 PM  
Blogger FiL said...

Indeed, I'm with Nonny. That poster is one of the loveliest things I've seen in aaaaages! Very nearly made me weep...

We all need much more Mucha in our lives.


Wednesday, August 09, 2006 5:50:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

booooo! i wish i could be there :)

Thursday, August 10, 2006 4:36:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

maybe i will, maybe i will. but if you guys don't venture next door you'll never see the new board and the rigged-up bathroom and all that good stuff.

Thursday, August 10, 2006 5:21:00 PM  
Blogger Pinkie von Bloom said...

colleen, i hate to say it, but the nearest approximation of our sunday night will be manhattan's own sunday night at black & white with carlotta von D. carlos' regular residency nights are some of the most low-key and relaxing affairs i've ever been to. when cindy & i scored the peacock for this, it was on the premise that we have too many collective irons in the fire to do our random once a month trip for the time being, so we thought we'd bring black & white here in the only way we can really afford to right now. so we're doing virulent peacock blue instead of black & white's neato orange, but still with all the campari we can handle. just don't tell wayne and omar we're cheating on them with the bartender with the eyepatch whose name i still don't know. ;)

and we'd like to bring our party up there sometime too, so if you're game for extra special guests at your thursday night affair, let us know.


Thursday, August 10, 2006 6:04:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

that poster is phenomenal! just so pretty.

Monday, August 14, 2006 11:32:00 AM  

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