"We went to [Jack White's] mansion--his fresh, huge, gated mansion--I'm talking for real, man, a real-deal mansion, you know? An old colonial huge house. The whole thing, all fresh, was white and red. White house with a big, red chimney!"

Going to find as many excuses to use this picture as possible.

Yesterday, the Internet blew up when Third Man Records announced a Jack White collaboration with Insane Clown Posse on a Mozart song. "We knew it was a pairing of one of the most respected, loved, you know, hippest artists in the world, meets one of the most hated bands in the world," says Violent J today, the first time we've talked since we ran into him in the airport. "And I think that's what he set out to do. He knew what he was going for." We'll let him tell you the rest.

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Shaggy was wearing these same slippers at the airport.

These guys have more in common than you think. For one, Detroit. For two, Jack White recently divorced and has a history of publicly collaborating with his romantic partners, Violent J just recently ended a long relationship with Infomercial superstar Sugar Slam. Jack White clearly relishes the predictably boring "head explodes" reactions to his bonkers projects, Insane Clown Posse exist. Probably the most surprising thing about this collaboration is that Jeff the Brotherhood ended up on here, but then again, Nashville is small.

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JEFF The Brotherhood
Rockaway Beach Boardwalk
Sunday, July 31

Better than: Seeing JEFF at the sweat factory known as Death By Audio a few weeks ago.

I have to start this review with an admission: This was roughly my 20th JEFF the Brotherhood show. Part of this can be chalked up to their dogged touring schedule, and part of this is because I grew up in Nashville. I have seen JEFF in crowded basements, seedy dive bars, DIY venues in Brooklyn that you'd swear were only open for one night just to host them, Bowery Ballroom. I have thrown up at JEFF shows, made out at JEFF shows, been kicked offstage at JEFF shows (sorry for that night in particular, friends who were with me). They are probably responsible for a good percentage of damage done to my hearing, or more specifically my tinnitus (which, by the way, is acting up in a major way as I write this) just as they are responsible for recording two of my favorite albums of the past decade or so. In the words of Three 6 Mafia, "it's a Tennessee thing."

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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 Saturday was Debbie's birthday, and what better way to spend one's birthday weekend than with punk rock, cheap beer, and a nice, intense, purifying shvitz? Why bother to go to Spa Castle when you could get the same experience at 285 Kent for a fraction of the price, and with a better soundtrack to boot?

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Fucked Up w/JEFF the Brotherhood, Iceage
285 Kent Ave
Saturday, June 25

Better than: Seeing Fucked Up at, say, Terminal 5.

After playing the middle slot between two legends of indie in a cavernous Manhattan concert hall this past Thursday, Fucked Up shared Saturday night's bill at the Williamsburg sauna 285 Kent with a couple of ambassadors from punk's next generation. And while the Toronto sextet's name could only be officially added to the bill in the wee hours of Friday morning, the hype surrounding the bill's two younger bands is such that they might have still sold it out on their own.

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all photos by Rebecca Smeyne

The boys are back in town

JEFF the Brotherhood
Screaming Females
Juiceboxxx
Thursday, March 31
Santos Party House

Last night at Santos, Nashville's JEFF the Brotherhood reunited with frequent New York (via New Jersey) bill-mates Screaming Females. In April 2009, the two bands put out a split seven-inch together and started to gain attention (and not just from Ted Leo's endless stumping). Since then, both have steadily spread the gospel of their live shows, JEFF especially--according to their agent's website, the band "clocked in over 230 shows in the past year"--and are about to spend a month on the road with the Greenhornes (a/k/a two-thirds of the Raconteurs). JEFF is also playing Death by Audio in Brooklyn this Saturday, with Heavy Cream, X-Ray Eyeballs and yet another new band with the word "beach" in its name.

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Photo by: Michael Kahan

Jeff the Brotherhood, at the Williamsburg Waterfront this Sunday, for free, with Murder City Devils (!) and Obits

Quick favor. Let's all keep this link a secret from Rush Limbaugh, and Michelle Malkin, and all the other bloviating right-wingers our next-door neighbor Roy Edroso rounds up every week. Because what we have here is the premiere of a music video from Nashville's JEFF the Brotherhood, two sludge-punk siblings whose songwriter dad is good friends with Al Gore. And in the wrong hands, this little music video could be possibly construed as, oh, shall we say, Satan-worshipping? It's not, but you know how those conservatives frown upon pentagrams and human sacrifice and corpse paint. They might just get the wrong idea.

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all photos by Rebecca Smeyne

JEFF the Brotherhood

Last time we saw pom-pom-topped Miss Pussycat and her organ-taming life-collaborator Quintron, the pair were murdering an unsuspecting Monday-night crowd at Santos Party House. It's a year and a half later, their New Orleans hometown has been assaulted by a different kind of flood, and the pair are still on the road murdering things. They played Death by Audio on Friday with Nashville duo JEFF the Brotherhood--the show was so good, our intrepid photographer Rebecca Smeyne came away with leg bruises.

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Major Lazer with Skerrit Bwoy at Jelly's Carniville

Our resident ninja photog Rebecca Smeyne spent her time at South By Southwest exploring the festival's badgeless margins--the shows anybody with a little creativity and a lot of patience could attend. From the party for Death + Taxes Magazine where No Age and Japandroids played, to the Cinders Gallery installation at OK Mountain to a random show on a random porch, she managed to catch things even the rest of us who were there didn't experience. Her photos from Austin, which aren't quite like anything else we've seen from the festival, are below.

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​Three SOTC obsessions in the same building, as part of the New Jersey label Don Giovanni's showcase at Bowery Ballroom on February 6th with Shellshag, the Measure, Black Wine, and Groucho Marxists. Tickets still available. Definitely the most official show the forgetters have yet to play. Not so much for road vets Screaming Females and JEFF the Brotherhood, though they don't often get to headline in venues as big as this one. 16+, so bring your little sister maybe.