As a gig goer, there’s always the nagging doubt at the back of your mind, that there’s a chance you could be somewhere else, seeing someone better, drinking slightly cheaper watered down lager. Whilst all those at In the City this Friday will probably be battling their own internal demons about whether they’ve timed their run from Soup Kitchen to Band on the Wall right, or whether they should’ve just spent the entire night at Ruby Lounge, halfway across the world there will be few thousand people in New York preparing for a gig by an utterly outstanding lineup.
Whilst the night’s headliners Los Campesinos! consistently up their game even with their much changed line-up and Johnny Foreigner still seem to split critical opinion down the centre, it’d be certainly worth turning up early to Williamsburg’s Music Hall in order to see a band a bit more local. Having already been mentioned on Pitchfork and bigged up by Manchester’s very own hipster label Suffering Jukebox, Byrds of Paradise are getting buzz from all the right places, and rightly so. The lo-fi movement itself seems to have lost steam, and whilst the revolution that the likes of White Denim promised never really took off, the advances that both made are put to great use by the quartet, who messily concoct a new kind of psychedelic garage rock for people to listen to alone in their bedroom. It will make you feel warm and fuzzy inside, as well as making you wish, more than ever, that you could spend Friday night in amongst all the beards and basketball jerseys of the part of NYC that Alexa chung never shuts up about.
Byrds of Paradise – Rosebud [download from pitchfork]