Listen to the first two singles off No Joy‘s latest album, Wait to Pleasure, and you’ll see why people describe the four-piece as shoegazey. The songs are fuzzy but dreamy, and California summer-sounding.
At Kung Fu Necktie last night, however, No Joy was loud and full of feedback and distortion. It wasn’t dreamy. It was a mind-scramble of sound, noise-punk masked only by hair.
Lots of hair.
The intimate setting – there were maybe 15 people there, in a room that felt like someone’s home – was perfect for frontman Brian Walker’s deeply personal lyrics. The anguish was presented beautifully, masked by his big grin as he spoke to the audience between songs.
One year ago, our Morgan James caught Philly girl Eve doing a secret midday show at Kung Fu Necktie (above).
It’s her first full-length project in more than a decade (she’s been kind of busy doing movies and stuff).
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On Friday, I accompanied Jonathan Van Dine to Johnny Brenda’s. Our mission: to catch a veritable trifecta of female-fronted indie rock talent – headliner Marnie Stern supported by North Carolina’s Barren Girls and Philadelphia’s own Little Big League.
Clearly, the man knew his audience.
He even invited a few people from the audience to jump on stage to perform ODB’s portion of the Wu-Tang classic “Protect Ya Neck.”
“This being Philly and all,” Ghost said, “if he don’t earn it, you tell him.”
The Australian five-piece features two drummers, which created an infectious, tribal rhythm that drove the set and had the crowd bouncing from the moment Gold Fields hit the stage.
Their music is poppy with an electro feel but there is a darkness to the sound that is mysterious, almost melancholy.