Cave In, Perfect Pitch Black: This is like slipping into an alternate reality where modern-rock radio’s had all its crappy bits pulled out and replaced by heavy awesomeness and thoughtful songwriting.
CunninLynguists at High Noon Saloon, Dec. 4: Recapped this. Maybe the best live rap show I’ve seen yet.
Control at High Noon Saloon, Dec. 6: This is a newer local band. Though I feel like I’ve beaten myself (and probably my readers) over the head with lots of math-rock and post-punk stuff the last couple of years, this trio really tempers the Fugazi-worship with warm guitar tones that almost wouldn’t be out of place in a jazz setting, and rhythms that carry a hint of African and Caribbean music.
Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary Of A Part-Time Indian: My dad gave this to me, and apparently it’s a “young-adult” novel. I guess that explains the pacing—short sentences, never too much info at once. But it doesn’t spare us all the really weird, unpleasant shit about growing up, which is even more weird and unpleasant for the protagonist, a poor Spokane Indian kid who tries to make the jump to an off-reservation high school. Oh, and it’s punctuated with some awesome drawings.
Yob, The Great Cessation: Doom-metal that doesn’t drone so much as sizzle like fresh asphalt.
The State: All of it, for a forthcoming A.V. Club feature. Glad I finally watched all of The State, but don’t recommend watching it for more than, say, 3 hours at a time. “THE POPE-A WILL-A BE HERE ANY MINUTE!”
More Wire: I’m surprised at you, Detective Freamon! All along, you’re the sexually non-threatening uncle of the show, then you go off and get frisky with your young informant. “Flipped” her, indeed.
…and there’s more, but I won’t be focusing too hard on it until the pre-Xmas deadline rush is over.