The Echo & Part Time Punks Present
The Goon Sax
Patience (ex Veronica Falls), FRENCH VANILLA, Lunch Lady
Sun June 10, 2018
Los Angeles, CA
This event is 18 and over
THE GOON SAX are James Harrison, Louis Forster and Riley Jones from Brisbane, Australia. Still in high school when they made their first album Up To Anything in 2016, their brand of awkwardly transcendent teenage guitar pop took them into end of year lists for BBC6, Billboard and Rough Trade, and earned them raves from the Guardian, Pitchfork, Spin, Uncut, Rolling Stone and elsewhere. According to Metacritic, Up To Anything was the 8th best-reviewed debut album anywhere in the world in 2016. Their upcoming album We’re Not Talking shows how much can change between the ages of 17 and 19. It’s a record that takes the enthusiasms of youth and twists them into darker, more sophisticated shapes. Strings, horns, even castanets sneak their way onto the album, but We’re Not Talking isn’t glossy throwaway pop.
The Goon Sax
Part Time Punks
PART TIME PUNKS is a club that takes over noted Echo Park live music venue, The Echo on 1822 Sunset, every Sunday night. The night focuses heavily on DIY and Indie vinyl coming out of the U.S., UK and Europe from 1977 to the present: Punk, Post-Punk, Synth-Punk, Synthpop, Minimal Synth, Dark/Cold/Minimal Wave, NDW, Industrial, New Wave, No Wave, C86, Indiepop, Twee, Shoegaze, Baggy and even Krautrock…
Patience (ex Veronica Falls)
PATIENCE – aka songwriter Roxanne Clifford from VERONICA FALLS – may have begun as a solo refuge from the Manchester-born, LA-Resident’s band duties but White Of An Eye, her 3rd single, is a fully formed, dancing-with-a tear-in-your-eye, confident Pop Moment. The attempt at shedding memories to embrace the present, an ode to the moment. Like her previous two singles The Church and The Pressure, Lewis Cook of Happy Meals engineers Clifford’s vision to Jacno-esque synth pop perfection. Blooming with a tentative synth cadence and nonchalant spoken word introduction, White Of An Eye soon erupts into perfect disco melancholy, with Clifford’s imagery perfectly nailing that nagging regret that haunts every new adventure. With the first appearance of a guitar hook in a Patience song, it’s a classic pop moment enunciated perfectly by Clifford’s instantly recognizable vocal.
French Vanilla is an art-punk band based in Los Angeles that regulates the dance floor with punchy bass lines, catchy sax hooks and socially engaged lyrics. They began partially driven by a desire to challenge the established SoCal music scene, dominated by a few influential (male) tastemakers, and they continue to be motivated by connecting with like-minded audiences. Originating in LA’s queer punk underground, they have become a favorite of many of LA’s prominent indie musicians, recently touring with Wavves, Joyce Manor, Girlpool and Surf Curse. The band's ideology assumes the generative nature of women’s and/or BFF’s collaboration, a message they want to spread until dude-rock ceases to be the norm. More than anything, FV wants you to have fun at their shows and they deliver impassioned performances with infectious energy and enthusiasm.
Cal-punk four piece, LUNCH LADY, is the sum of its many parts. In the past, members Rachel Birke (27), Victor Herrera (32), Juan Velasquez (32), and Robert Wolfe (29), performed in celebrated DIY bands like Abe Vigoda, Heller Keller, Roses, and Stephanie, amassing individual cult followings with each respective project. In the summer of 2016, long time friends and collaborators, Birke and Velasquez dreamt of a band that married their mutual love of Southern California punk acts like X and Suburban Lawns with their fascination American Kitsch. After continuing to talk about it over a number of weeks, the pair decided to make the fictional band in their mind a reality and enlisted their friends from the scene, percussionist Robert Wolfe and bass player Victor Herrera, for the rhythm section. Once assembled, the four members tossed around a few names before landing on Lunch Lady, a name Birke suggested, given the campy American nostalgia that hit all of your senses after hearing it said out loud.