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Egrets on Ergot
Egrets On Ergot's sound has been described as versatile: from moody, gothy artpunk to funky rhythmic, pseudo-no wave with a smattering of industrial clamor. The four piece live in the Silverlake/Echo Park area of Los Angeles and will debut their fist full length album (vinyl and digital) this October through Cleopatra Records, produced by LA punk veteran Paul Roessler of The Screamers, 45 Grave, Nina Hagen Band.
" Egrets On Ergot, one of the most promising and original acts haunting the LA rock scene..."
- The LA BEAT
"This band’s commitment to the total rockist blitzkrieg aesthetic is a noble thing to hear in this watery pop-ridden age and the now-capacity crowd let go of them with loud reluctance."
- LA Record
"What transpired on stage that evening was a bit of a phenomenon that I am frankly at a loss to effectively describe. "
- The Art of LA
French Vanilla is a feminist art-punk band based in Los Angeles consisting of Max Albeck (drums), Ali Day (guitar/bass), Sally Spitz (vocals), and Daniel Trautfield (bass/sax). FV regulates the dance floor with vocal freneticism, punchy basslines, and dramatic sax. Half-driven by a desire to challenge the established SoCal music scene, dominated by a few influential (male) tastemakers, and half by a desire to engage with friends, FV started in LA’s queer punk underground. Influenced by generations of feminist punks before them, the band believes in the supremely generative nature of women’s and/or BFF’s collaborating and they hope to spread this message until all dude-rock bands cease to exist. More than anything, FV wants you to have fun at their shows so they deliver performances with infectious energy and enthusiasm. Catch them playing at DIY spaces like Pehrspace and COOLWORLD PARTY LA, weird bars, or at Part-Time Punks. Say hi, they want to hang.
Once upon a time, two eternal L.A.Drones! ("thieves" in Spanish) named Kontrol Remoto and Darlingtonia Brackets pierced the line delimiting the real and the unreal and crash landed in Los Angeles. Harnessing the magic hidden in the prime numbers and the energy in the sound frequencies produced in the universe, these two could observe and assimilate the most interesting music in decades. They met near the minimalism of Terry Riley, the proto electronic of Silver Apples, the dronic rock of the Velvets, the Kraut of Cluster, Neu, Can and Kraftwerk, and adore Brian Eno as a living demigod. L.A.Drones! will not be put in a box and be held captive by a genre. They feel close to the rebirth of the Synth, under the tutelage of punk with Suicide, Cabaret Voltaire, and Crash Course in Science, through the Industrial apocalypse of Throbbing Gristle… See the birth of the synthesized pop of the Neue Deutsche Welle and DAF, and jumping to the new world to learn about new influxes of acid house, techno and the most primitive electro of the dark Detroit… Never stop breathing the most intoxicated fumes of the Jamaican dub, with people like The Scientist, or King Tubby. No one knows who they are because they are hiding behind thieves masks and the paths they walk are concealed by the akelarre sounds. They say that Chris & Cosey might be hiding their true identity? The Name of This Band Is L.A.Drones!