photo by Rebecca Smeyne

Scene from the Yummy Fur show at the Market Hotel this past January

The NYPD stopped by the Market Hotel earlier this month, much to our dismay, causing the venerable DIY venue to go dark and to relocate its already-scheduled programming to like-minded spaces like Monster Island Basement and the Silent Barn. For example, that sick Sleigh Bells May show is luckily happening at the Ridgewood Temple--good news since the stellar one at Coco 66 is already sold out. But there's finally an update on Market Hotel's future, the details of which we'll leave to Todd P:

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Wavves at Market Hotel in happier times (for Market Hotel)

"So...Market Hotel got into some police trouble," noted Todd P over the weekend. "What does this mean? Hard to tell." But for now, thanks to a visit from the cops Saturday night, the Bushwick spot is going dark indefinitely, with two and a half months' worth of shows to quickly relocated. So what the hell happened, and what happens next?

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Probably should've known that the Surfer Blood bill at the Market Hotel on Saturday night was going to be sold way the hell out, especially when even Luke's Lobster in the East Village was playing Astro-Coast on Friday night. Nevermind the ominous symbolism in a bunch of Brooklyn kids texting back-and-forth about seeing a band called Surfer Blood while it still looked like a giant tsunami would obliterate Hawaii and all the jackass boarders waiting for the rides of their lives, but by 10:30 pm on Saturday, when the J train unloaded at Myrtle/Wyckoff and half the passengers headed to the same unmarked door, nobody who wasn't already on a list was getting inside. Apparently the show was something special: "unreal," according to band itself, with a head count of 875 (!) people--more than three times the capacity of the Mercury Lounge, where they played the next night. Can't tell how packed it is from the live footage of "Swim" posted below, but damn, that's a lot of flashbulbs.

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​Put on by our old buddy Greg Finch, formerly of the Under 100 gang. Texas zombie pop and ambivalent lo-fi ambassador Neon Indian is sort of hanging in New York all month, it seems--after playing with the Atlas Sound last night at NYU, dude plays Brooklyn tonight, and then DJs at Glasslands on Valentine's Day. And he's one of the first announced bands for Todd P's upcoming Mexico fest. So if you want to see him before you're on the side of a mountain, freaking out on drugs and indie-rock, think about this evening. With Beach Fossils, aka New York magazine nemesis and alleged former Urban Outfitters employee Dustin Payseur. Points to anyone who reprises that "Play that Pitchfork song, man!" heckle Neon Indian got last time they played in town.

all photos by Rebecca Smeyne

Less Artists More Condos show at St. James Church in Chinatown

Those of us blessed with a long weekend had plenty to do with it. Like see Julian Casablancas at Terminal 5, take in Vampire Weekend's "emotionally grueling" marathon at the United Palace Theater, watch Gaslight Anthem's Brian Fallon cover Kelly Clarkson, or help send off Monkeytown by zoning out to the crescendoing jams of Woods' psych-fi offshoot Woods Family Creeps. (Dear four obnoxious asshats sitting beside me at Woods last night, blabbing wildly for 75% of the stellar 10:30 pm performance: Annoyed neighbors accidentally got your $6 check for cheapskate Miller High Lifes, but let you pay their more expensive tab because you deserved it. P.S. Thanks for the Chimay!) There were other tremendous options too, like the Yummy Fur reunion at the Market Hotel, the Beets at St. James Church, and an Underscore Quarterly release party at the Silent Barn. Our photographer Rebecca Smeyne attended the latter three. Her shots, as always, below.

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​More info on the switch here. Not a good sign for 171 Lombardy, the sporadically active (and awesomely Google Street Mapped) Greenpoint venue that was originally set to host. Still--Yummy Fur!

​Honorable Voice food scribe Robert Sietsema was there Saturday night to catch our favorite Israeli cock-rock band at a venue well-suited to their anarchic, jovially destructive inclinations. You're lucky that dude is wearing pants at all. Thanks for the pic, Robert. I hope you didn't get any trash dumped on you.

Krallice
A vacant Bushwick lot
Saturday, September 13
photos by Rebecca Smeyne

"Krallice (Mick Barr's metal band) was awesome," writes photog Rebecca Smeyne. "The space for this party, a rock and weed-strewn vacant lot a block from Market Hotel, was awesome--graffiti everywhere, the JMZ train passing over the middle of the yard, as DIY as it gets. SUPER young crowd. . . . No Age was definitely supposed to be the "secret special guest" mentioned in the listing for the Todd P show, but they didn't make it." Looks like your little brother did!

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Dan Deacon holding hands with his friends

Dan Deacon, Health, Black Pus
Market Hotel
Tuesday, April 1
photos by Rebecca Smeyne

Pretty sure last night's Health and Black Pus (a/k/a Lightning Bolt's Brian Chippendale) show was the first weekday Market Hotel music since the NYPD went Orlando's on its ass. But with Baltimore touring automaton Dan Deacon added to the bill late last week, DIY don Todd P arranged for tickets to be sold at Cinders Gallery and Goodbye Blue Monday in advance, rather than having the Pratt bus roll up at the last minute and puke 300 kids at the door. Good move: it appears that everything went spectacularly. "Dan Deacon was crazy," reports back our venerable lens-lady. "He played against a wall in a narrow area between two speaker stacks. The crowd was on top of him." This man better have healthcare.

Black Pus

Health was sick

More photos below . . .

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photo by Rebecca Smeyne

Quick Genghis Tron primer from the black-and-white Voice by Phil Freeman: "The first time I read the name 'Genghis Tron,' probably on some website, I laughed out loud. It's a pretty awesome name, and it helps separate them from the metal hordes—which is a good thing. Despite being on Relapse (after some early EPs and a full-length on Crucial Blast), they're not a metal band, though crunching guitars and grindcore-ish screamed vocals are elements of their sound. The dominant elements, though, are synths and programmed drums."

On Saturday, Genghis Tron headlined the Market Hotel, which did not get shut down by the cops.

More of Rebecca Smeyne's photos below. . .

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