Over the Weekend: June 27-29, 2008
First Avenue, June 27
Even though I was kicking myself for having missed openers Kill the Vultures, I still managed to arrive in time for P.O.S. and Mike Mictlan. The duo traded off raps for the first part of their set, but after a while Mictlan left the stage. P.O.S. briefly fiddled with his iPod, and then proceeded to engulf the room with his raw, powerful rhymes, showcasing his ability to entrance an entire room with little more than an mp3 player and a microphone.
The stage was set-up differently for this show; a wall of Plexiglas lined the front of the Main Room stage, and a smaller, lower-set stage had been set up out in the audience. This allowed the crowd to gather around the performers and get a better view of the action, which ended up being the ideal setting for watching Dosh play.
Martin Dosh was joined this evening by saxophonist Michael Lewis, though Lewis only actually played his sax for a small portion of the show. Mostly, Lewis served as another set of hands to help weave the layered tapestry of loops and rhythms, adding a shaker or a bell to the swirling mixture of ambient sounds laid out by Dosh. The most memorable part of the live Dosh experience isn't so much what happened on stage, however. Dosh's music is a passport to the far reaches of one's mind, an excuse to drift away to places both calm and surreal. A good Dosh experience, in other words, is always a transcendent one, and Friday night's performance at First Avenue was a wonderful journey.
Aviette CD Release
Triple Rock Social Club, June 28
The Triple Rock was bustling for the Aviette CD release party Saturday night. The show was a celebration for their new disc The Way We Met, a 24 minute exploration of moody break-up pop (see also: Pat O'Brien's review of the album), and Aviette played the disc in its entirety in addition to a couple of old and new tunes.
Joined by Draw Fire Records labelmate Sam Keenan on guitar, Aviette played with an intensity that I had yet to see from the group: the sound was mixed incredibly well and the instruments blended together subtly, leaving plenty of room for lead singer Holly Munoz's warm soprano nuances to float atop the echoing noise. Highlights of the set included the title track of the new album, "The Way We Met," which might possibly be the saddest song about a rock chick's broken heart ever written ("After meeting at a show/Would there be any doubt?" Munoz sighs), and a cover of the James song "Laid."
See also: Jessica Armbruster's review of En Vogue from this weekend's Pride festivities.