FRI JUNE 8
AT CAFE BOURBON ST
2216 SUMMIT ST
ETERNAL SUMMERS (kanine recs)
WHAT DO YOU DO when the guitar you wrote all your songs on gets stolen mid-tour and you’re too practical to run out and jack up your credit? This might not seem like a major problem for most bands, but when you’re the sparse duo of Eternal Summers and you are relying on that Parker Nitefly to compensate for high and low end, you can’t help feeling a bit exposed. After a futile appeal for sponsorship, Nicole Yun experiments with the Fender Telecaster she has on hand. She recognizes that while it cuts like a knife and has a gorgeous high range, it is missing that low edge. Suddenly glad that she and Daniel Cundiff never made a pact to remain solely a two-piece, they decide it is time to add a bassist. Daniel says, “Nicole and I had been bouncing the idea of adding a bassist around for a year or so because we were writing more complex songs and it seemed a disservice to the songs not to have the low tonal quality that a bass would provide.” Given the recent circumstances, they move into action. Luckily for them, they live in the tight knit Magic Twig community of Roanoke, Virginia. Enter Jonathan Woods, who plays with Daniel in other bands and is, after all, the one responsible for introducing Nicole to Daniel. Jonathan is exactly what they need, a fast learner. Eternal Summers is set to record 17 songs in 2 weeks spending 12 hours a day at the Magic Twig recording studio. Daniel catches the flu, but powers through. Nicole is off to Korea and the recordings are sent to Sune Rose Wagner (the Raveonettes) and Alonzo Vargas in NYC for mixing.
The first thing you should understand is that Dirty Girls are party boys. Theirs is not a busty burlesque show, but a snappy set of guitar-pop that seems to be geared toward throwing the best beach bash ever. Before you dismiss this crew for jumping on stale indie rock trends, consider how expertly they rocked ’n’ rolled Saturday at Skully’s, where the bands dressed up like zombies for something called the Bring Out Your Dead Bash. There’s much to be said for a band that can wear its influences proudly without sounding deathly derivative. Dirty Girls pulled off just such a trick, touching on countless other reference points on the melodic indie rock spectrum. Think of them as a charming amalgamation of every recent guitar band that knew how to write a hit. As the power chords and major-key hooks started piling up, I couldn’t help but think of Wavves’ set on that same stage late last month. Dirty Girls’ music wasn’t quite so raw, though. And they reminded me of Surfer Blood in the way guitarists Stefan Doke and Dennis Tanner channeled and modernized Pixies-style surf guitar, only without Surfer Blood’s paralyzing awkwardness. These guys know how to carry themselves. Out front is Jeremy Fina, who until recently helmed the microphone for the sharp Strokes/Phoenix mashup Chelsea Automatic. He’s strapped on a bass for this band, but the bouncy Black Lips effect is working for him, and it allows both guys at his flanks to unfurl the guitar interplay that pushes this band to another level.
Lost amidst all the high-pitched “Oo-oo-ooh” choruses and tremolo guitar is Matt Whitslar’s drumming, but with music like this, fading into the background may be a beat-keeper’s main objective. Ask The Strokes’ Fabrizio Moretti — if you didn’t notice him, he probably didn’t screw up.
Now if only these guys would release some recordings! I don’t see any tunes on their Facebook page, and I’ve yet to discover any other online presence — if you type “Dirty Girls” into Google, a rock band certainly won’t be the first thing that comes up. These guys will never be as popular as porn, but if they keep cranking out such catchy music they might come close.
Think Belle and Sebastian meets The Ventures. It works.
$7/($10 for unders)
-kyle (the man of tomorrow........today!)