TWRP

The Echo Presents

TWRP

Rich Aucoin

Tue October 1, 2019

8:30 pm

The Echo

Los Angeles, California

$18 Advance / $22 Day of Show / $75 VIP Meet & Greet / $50 VIP Early Entry

This event is 18 and over

TWRP
TWRP
Band from Toronto, Canada, self-described as "an elite squad of rock stars/fashion icons from the future/1980s"
Usually credited as TWRP.

Around 2015 they partnered with both Ninja Sex Party and their side-project Starbomb, and they've performed on most of their studio recordings since, as well as being their live backing band.
Rich Aucoin
Rich Aucoin
The cruelest irony of life is that we never feel more alive than when we’re staring down death.
In those precarious moments, every fabric of your being is cranked up to 11: the uncontrolably
pounding heart, the dizzy head, the fight-or-flight adrenaline rush that courses through your
entire body. But even if you’re fortunate enough to have never endured a near-death
experience, you’re well familiar with all those feelings—because they just so happen to be the
very same physical sensations that overcome us when we’re approaching euphoria. (Not for
nothing did the French nickname orgasms “la petite mort”—i.e., “the little death.”)
Since releasing his first EP in 2007, Rich Aucoin has made it his life’s work to transform our
fear into fun, anxiety into ecstasy, panic into pleasure. A mad DayGlo-pop scientist in the
tradition of Brian Wilson, Wayne Coyne, and Dan Snaith, Rich is the sort of artist who has no
time for half measures, utilizing all the resources and connections at his disposal to ensure his
every gesture is a Major Event. To wit, his first proper album, 2011’s We’re All Dying to Live,
was a 22-track orchestro-rock magnum opus that, once you factor in the numerous choirs on
hand, featured over 500 collaborators. But making music is only half the story with
Rich—each of his releases to date have been constructed in tandem with companion films
made up of classic movies and public-domain footage that are meticulously edited by Rich
himself to sync up perfectly with his songs. And those visuals form the backdrop to a
now-legendary live spectacle that is less a rock concert than a secular big-tent revival, uniting
congregations under giant rainbow parachutes and thunderclouds of confetti. At any given
Rich Aucoin gig, there’s only one person in the room whose face isn’t frozen in a perma-smile:
the poor bastard on staff who’ll eventually have to clean up a post-show scene that resembles
a bombed-out party-favor store.
Rich’s sensory-overloading, synapse-bursting shows were initially a natural outgrowth of
adapting We’re All Dying to Live’s grandiose studio creations to live setting—a savvy means
of distracting you from the fact that Rich was more likely to be performing with just five people
rather than 500. For his 2014 follow-up, Ephemeral, Rich deliberately designed the songs to
amplify that onstage energy, yielding a bounty of frenetic, electro-pumped motivational
anthems powered by mass, call-and-response sing-alongs. But his latest, long-gestating
masterwork, Release, was born from a more insular, existential mindset. Pieced together over
the course of three years, across five cities in 16 studios with 70-plus collaborators and over a
hundred instruments, Release presents Rich’s most musically elaborate, fully realized vision
to date—which is saying a helluva lot, given his maximalist track record. If Ephemeral was a
ceaseless strobe-light flicker of a record, Release is more a lava lamp—a record of
slow-building, surprising mutations that invite more subjective interpretations.
Appropriately enough, Rich’s main inspiration for the record was literature’s ultimate
Rorschach test: Alice in Wonderland—in particular, the 1951 film adaptation that Rich has
strategically edited to sync up with the album, Dark Side of the Oz-style. On the one hand,

Alice in Wonderland is a beloved children’s adventure tale filled with fantastical scenery and
colorful characters; on the other, it can be interpreted as a metaphor for death, with Alice’s
journey doubling as a trip from the living world into the afterlife. Likewise, the songs on
Release are radiant, psychedelic portals into the deepest, darkest corners of our
subconscious, forcing us to confront our greatest fears in order to, if not defeat them outright,
then at least learn to manage and acclimate ourselves to them.
The first voice we hear on Release doesn’t belong to Rich. Over the percolating electronic
beats of “The Base,” we’re greeted by the sampled voice of philosopher Sam Harris: “The
past is a memory—it’s a thought arriving in the present. The future is merely anticipated—it is
another thought arising now. What we truly have is this moment.” More than just posit a theory
on the meaning of life, those words present a challenge—to let go of the ghosts that haunt
you, stop worrying about what tomorrow what might bring, and embrace the here and now.
Because pretty soon, it’ll be gone.
Where Rich’s past records encouraged group participation, Release forges a psychic
connection—a more cerebral experience, but no less communal. More than just inspiring fans
to sing along, he’s inviting us to feel together. And he’s asking for more of your patience this
time—and more of your trust. Release strives for the same delirious peaks as Rich’s earlier
records, but takes more scenic and, at times, more challenging routes to get there (as to be
expected from an artist who, in 2018, embarked on his second North American tour by
bicycle). “I can’t keep on pushing through,” he sings through the thick psych-funk haze of “The
Dream,” before summoning his sax-wielding pal Joseph Shabason (Destroyer, The War on
Drugs) to serve as the lighthouse guiding him to safe harbour. “The Other” may point the way
to the dance floor with its ’90s-house pianos and Chic basslines, but as you’re going out of
your head, you’re also venturing deep inside your mind to probe the insecurities keeping you
from living life to its fullest. Even songs that seem headed down familiar paths lead to
unexpected destinations. With “The Change,” Rich delivers the album’s most towering
chorus—it’s his “Heroes,” his “Rebellion (Lies), his “All My Friends” all rolled into one. But it’s
an anthem that’s unafraid to trip up its own momentum, halting its seismic drum beat for an
extended ambient passage before rallying the troops for a grand finale. And through that
haphazard song structure, the album’s theme is further reinforced: moments of bliss are
fleeting, and we need to cut out the stressors in our lives in order to savor them as they’re
happening.
As Rich travels further inside his wonderland, traditional songwriting logic gives way to pure
transcendental exploration and mantric expression, as manifest in the hypnotic
Screamadelica grooves of “The Fear” (propelled by guest guitarist Dan Mangan’s acoustic
strums) and the Hacienda-bound synth-rock jam “The Mind,” where wordless vocals from
Rich and Jenn Grant are spliced together in a gender-blurring barrage of morse-code tics. But
with the climactic sci-fi lullaby “This Time”—the first song written for this record and, as such,
its thematic anchor—Rich reaffirms Release’s do-or-die mission in no uncertain terms: “This
time is not enough/ this life is not enough/ our time is not enough/ and we can’t turn it off.”

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