VAN SHE

You can try and break Van She down into some kind of premeditated post-post-modern actualisationist art rock milieu but you’d soon regret the time you spent devising that first half of the sentence as really you have missed the point. Absolutely dripping with the ability to warm hearts with one hand and then break them with the other, Van She are a synth-pop band sex-wave quartet dishing out gems suitable both under the moonlight with the one you love and on the mixtape for the one you’ll never have.

More DMSR than PLUR, Van She are your entry point into the infinite looping algorithm of romance and melody. Pop songs about love, love songs done pop, however you look at it there’s no denying the emotion at stake here. Thankfully it’s sincere without being naïve and direct without being cheesy. There’s no race against time to rhyme lady with baby before the fade but rather an air of desire permeating the tracks like dry ice from the drum riser. Heartfelt from the first glammed out chord through to the dying moments of the reverb trail, there’s an undeniable substance that banishes any thoughts of earnestness or irony.

A four piece that seemingly came out of nowhere but were probably always going to happen, the band broke out of the gates and into hearts in 2005 with their self-titled debut EP. It was this Nick Littlemore (Pnau, Empire of the Sun) produced recording that not only introduced the world to the stadium air punch of “Kelly” (and its moderately evil twin “Sex City”) but also a broader sense of the light and shade the band were working with; a glazen-pop facia with a driving energy behind it and some passion noir in the middle. At this point the band went hammer-drill and tongs touring locally and overseas, showing festival crowds and backroom fiends alike that what they were doing (a frontfoot ultra-prom soundtrack) worked and was only getting more mindblinding each time. In between all the stunning and touring came the birth of Van She Tech, an offshoot by 50% of the band that saw them fill floors from the booth rather than the stage. Not content just dropping other people’s jams, the pair churned out a mountain of remix work including some highlight moments for Tiga, Klaxons and Feist in addition to a UK #1 with their take on Utah Saint’s all-time mega classic “Something Good”.

Van She’s neu-wave heartsleeved pop tracks from a faded postcard of the future weren’t going to write themselves though, so the band went into lockdown in regional NSW for what may have been a moment or maybe longer. Here they laid down the majority of what would become their debut album then packed up, took it to London and pieced it together with Jim Abbiss (Massive Attack, Ladytron, Kasabian) to form V. The result was somewhat a departure from the EP but still very Van She – massive and fun but still personal. The band then got matching varsity jackets, remixed the album as Ze Vemixes and went on the road, postmodernising audiences all over with their own idiosyncratic brand of Van She party. Since then it’s been a bundle more touring, some side projects, late nights, later mornings and a stack of new gear. The contextual sum of which has eventuated in the bands hotly anticipated sophomore long player, Idea of Happiness. A post-tropical voyage across the plains and through the dreamstate, Idea…is absolutely jammed to the coconut bra with poolside shaman vocals, an alternate universe Compass Point rhythm section and synths caught somewhere between French Touch and late night FM dedications.

The last seven years have seen Van She go from strength to strength, supporting the likes of Phoenix and Daft Punk, thrusting themselves upon a myriad of festivals, headlining their own tours and racking up an abundance of fans along the way. Noteworthy above all else though is the band’s sound, a constant plasmatic evolution into what’s next and could be. From the anthemic proto-wave nestling up against synthetic lovers’ rock to the Ocasek-house fleshing in and out of midnight daiquiri funk, it’s all Van She. It’s the skewed memory of the past and the glistening promise of the future but crucially it’s four idealists putting all the best bits of everything together to make their own slice of another dimension that weirdly nobody else has figured out yet.

Van She’s 2nd album, Idea Of Happiness, is out now via Modular Recordings.

FRENCH HORN REBELLION

For those who like to read about it:
Their retro-electro tunes have taken them on many adventures. Single "Up All Night," b-side "Broken Heart" and the brand new demo "What I Want" have especially delighted young boys and girls everywhere. With a recently released self-titled debut album and an appearance on MtvU's "Ahead of the Curve", the boys of French Horn Rebellion (FHR) were recently selected as one of New York City's top bands of 2008 by the Deli Magazine. The group's music videos have also been featured on MtvU's "The Freshman," and their electric live show has earned them official performing spots at the CMJ 2008 Music Marathon, 2009 SXSW Conference, and the 2008 New American Music Union Festival in Pittsburgh, PA. The unique production style of FHR has also provided them with work, producing artist MGMT's "Time To Pretend EP," as well as remixes for This is Ivy League, Love Like Deloreans and Shannon's "Let the Music Play" among others. In their live set, the group has opened for artists ranging from "Trash Yourself" to "Gnarls Barkley," and has performed across the Unites States and Europe to crazy fans around the world.

The Artistic Version:
The French Horn Rebellion is Robert and David Perlick Molinari. They grew up in Milwaukee, WI. There, as tiny tots, they learned how to shovel snow and build igloos. These skills became incredibly useful when they decided to take a magical trip to Antarctica. And on one cold night, they made dance music that would make their booties shake so that they could stay warm. And that is how it came to be. It's a fusion so eclectic and full of energy that its origins could have only come from a place completely void of those things! Peering through their desktop monitors, David and Robert perused the mountainsides. They took toboggans down the never-ending slopes and said hello to the penguins passing by. And along this journey, they asked themselves, �with all these new and exciting possibilities, what will come of us? Can we embrace this digital experience as our own? And if so, is it one that is just as tangible as the real thing? Or will we rebel?

BLAQUE PANTHER DISCO

Coco Disco from Dijon, France. Heiress to the Dijon mustard dynasty.

Jean-Claude Disco from Châlons-en-Champagne, France. Heir to the Perrier-Jouet dynasty.

Both had wanderlust fantasies of moving to Paris, the city of luster, lights, and love!

Jean-Claude left his family estate driving his two seater 1955 mercedes benz 300sl gullwing coupe with a trunk full of his families finest reserve champagne on a quest to manifest his destiny--to delver his disco-tinged dreams to the world.

There was only one thing missing--his muse for music.

Deciding to explore the many regions of France to discover the missing link before landing at his final destination in Paris he visited the city of Dijon. It was here while driving through the beautiful streets the breathtaking young blonde beauty who could only be known as Coco caught his eye. With her glittering golden afro catching every ray of light, her on foot dancing through the streets. Jean-Claude knew he had found the one.

Immediately, he slowed his roll, ate a mentos, and asked coyly, "excuse me, do you have any Grey Pupon"

At which she replied ever so gently, "why, monsieur, funny you should ask. Why, yes. Yes I do."

As she extended her slender arm and the golden rays of light illuminated her fair skin, he knew, she was the one.

Coco was her name and disco was her game. As any gentlemen would, Jean-Claude offered the wind-swept, blonde beauty a refreshing effervescent afternoon delight. After all, it was 5 o'clock somewhere.

In exchange, a picnic in the park on the most perfect day ever, was agreed upon.

Hours passed, and discussions of artistic expression ensued. Coco began to sing softly in her native tongue and it was at this precise moment that Jean-Claude knew that Coco was the missing element he had sought for so long.

It didn't take long for Jean-Claude to convince Coco to run away with him to form what would become the most regal disco duo Paris would ever know.

And after traveling to Paris, Black Panther Disco was born on the steps of Montmarte.


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Monday, August 5 · 8:00 PM at Pub Rock