Gay Beast written up in the New Yorker

For anyone who has been following the intensely infectious arrhythmia of the Twin Cities three piece, national publicity shouldn't be much of a surprise. That doesn't mean it's not a huge feather in our collective cap to see a challenging, intrepid band net a few column inches in the most prestigious, widely read volume printed on high-glossy. Head below the jump to read the blurb.


Gay Beast playing NYC's Cake Shop in 2006, by unARTigNYC.

From the most recent issue of the New Yorker:

1142 Myrtle Ave., at Broadway, Brooklyn (No phone)--June 5: Thundering out of the basements of Minneapolis, Gay Beast brings its wide-eyed, brutal sound to Brooklyn. The group's latest record, "Second Wave," is full of erratic shifts in time signature, pleading yelps over razor-sharp eight-bit keyboards, and pounding tribal percussion. Although not for the faint of heart, this frenetic trio's music is miraculously danceable--the perfect soundtrack for a post-apocalyptic discotheque.

Good lord. Not only is the New Yorker, the Grand High Muckity Muck of culture and commentary, giving one of our favorites a few loving strokes, but the thing is even knowledgeable and well-informed. We'd be hard pressed to pick more appropriate words to hype Gay Beast, and we live with the S.O.B.s.

While we have our attorneys scan back issues of City Pages for any possible plagiarism suit, (them East Coasters have deep pockets, people), we'll tip our cap to the New Yorker for having such impeccable taste, and to Gay Beast for making good.

Gay Beast is currently on tour in support of their latest release "Second Wave."