This Weekend In New York: The Immaculates Keep Cool, Ill Fits Begin To Gel
In Waste Of Paint, our writer/artist team of Jamie Peck and Debbie Allen will review goings-on about town in words and images.
This past weekend continued to make me wonder where everyone had gone. Do half the people in Brooklyn have secret summer homes they escape to on the weekends? Is everyone simply too hot to do anything but sit around getting drunk off frozen margaritas? Or are we just seeing all the least popular bands? Regardless, this weekend resulted in quality winning out over quantity; the diehard scenesters were out and having fun, and Debbie and I discovered some good new sounds.
Friday night found us at the newly air-conditioned Death By Audio, where we saw the Memphis quartet Bake Sale; this is such an amazing name for an all-girl indiepop band that I can't believe no one's thought of it before. With black glasses, a long braid, a tattoo of a flying buttress and socks pulled all the way up, singer/guitarist Charlotte Watson bears a striking resemblance to the Pretty Ugly Girl who eventually gets relieved of her glasses and ponytail in teen dramas. They reminded me of a less garage-y version of early Vivian Girls with their pretty three-part harmonies, '60s girl-group influences, and stock-still standing while trying not to fuck up. Also: their trick of switching instruments with one another.