Next Friday, Acid Kicks will kick out the jams in South Philly at Pageant: Soloveev Gallery located at 607 Bainbridge Street, Philadelphia PA 19147. It’s a great time to be a dream punk. We have a whole new set with new songs, new inspirations, and new rhythms. Also, Spencer Carrow will be joining as our new, finally, consistent drummer. The first gig in a long while with a new line up, which dreams to be seen. See you there hopefully.
Sean Hamilton plays bass in Spacin’ with Jason Killinger from Birds of Maya. Here is a really great review of their recent record “Deep Thuds” released last month, from Pitchfork (of all places):
"There’s a Philadelphia band called Birds of Maya, who released two must-listen albums of extremely lo-fi rock’n’roll with plentiful shredding: 2008’s Vol. 1 and 2010’s Ready to Howloffered up guitar riffs that could’ve been lifted from 1970s hard-rock radio, but they sounded smothered, and, in the case of Ready to Howl, were stretched out over 20-minute songs. Both Birds of Maya albums rule, but more importantly, they offer essential context for the band’s two offshoots: Mike Polizze’s Purling Hiss, and most recently, Jason Killinger’s Spacin’.
"Pyramidic Valley" was played this week on Human Pleasure Radio. You can listen to the podcast here. Human Pleasure Radio is a weekly two hour radio show on Mondays at 6:30pm at RDU 98.5FM in New Zealand.
This is from a legendary performance on July 17th, 2011 when Acid Kicks played with two drummers and three bass players. It was our last show with Alex Zilinski. The song is “Pyramidic Valley”. Performances are by Johann Diedrick (drums), Alex Zilinski (drums), Ben Contois (bass), Sean Hamilton (bass), and Marshall James Kavanaugh (bass).
Acid Kicks is a 4 piece psych-punk band from Philly, and they’re fucking great. You might not know it upon first listen, but three of the members play bass. That’s right, three basses and one set o’ drums. One of the bass players sent me a link to their 7”, so here it is in all its glory. The vibe I get from Acid Kicks is similar to that of the Psychic Paramout [see my list for the end of 2011] — punked-out psych rock on a tight, driving rhythm, with lots of room for noise. However, while that band is almost industrial in their rhythmic precision, this band is more melodic in their approach.
The first song, ‘Life Dreams,’ starts out sounding a little like that Pink Floyd song ‘One of These Days,’ but faster (this is punk rock!), with the basses vibing together and colliding in their shiny metallic way. Then the octave-pedal’d bass kicks in with the drums, and suddenly you’re flying on a shoegaze air column. The vocals sway in and out like clouds, and with the same cold intensity.
Probably my favorite development in underground music in the last 20 years has been the constant mixing of punk with noisy psychedelic music, often producing new and exciting results. Acid Kicks call their particular concoction ‘dream punk,’ and they put it like this in a recent article/interview:
There are no limits in dreams. The dreamer can realize her full potential. No obstacles hold her back. “If you’re a lucid dreamer you can figure out how to fly… you can do whatever you want, and there are no consequences,” claims Kavanaugh. The punk, meanwhile, is an always-active, politically charged character who wants the world and wants it now. Merging these two paradigms, the dream-punk is some sort of heroic ideal–an uberhuman capable of doing anything and goinganywhere.
Maybe it’s an attempt to shake off the apathy, to turn the nihilists into dreamers with active motivation. Maybe it’s an escape from the shite reality we’ve got, to bring the dream information over into this world and create our own reality. Maybe those are or aren’t mutually exclusive, but as always, it’s up to you to decide.
You can buy the 7” (or a FLAC copy) from the Acid Kicks bandcamp below (orders come with a hand-made dream catcher for a few extra bucks), as well as download two live sets for free (+pay what you want). The more recent one was reviewed over at Spacerockmountain, so check that out!
There are real life dreams that are unending, circulating, whirling around in that small focal point of space you call your mind, that mind that you think you have control over, control which you have lost in all other aspects of normal reality, a reality which should be questioned and is otherwise insignificant, significance the only redeeming factor of life as we know it, and then there is the experience of waiting till the acid kicks in. Acid Kicks is made up of 3 bass players and 1 drummer. 3+1=4. The rest that you hear is just another part of the punk rock american dream.