The Echo Presents
Aftergloam + Wild Pack of Canaries + The Shrills + Washing Machines
1822 W Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, California, 90026
This event is 18 and over
"Aftergloam plays it cool and extremely chill, kind of like the Breeders with some early Pumpkins and a touch of Sonic Youth thrown in. They let songs creep up on you, until before you know it you’re enveloped in a wall of noise and feedback." - Independent Music Promotions
Wild Pack of Canaries
Wild Pack of Canaries is from Long Beach, CA. They formed in 2008, playing with a variety of different members until forming the current lineup (which still changes from time to time). The band draws influences from psych, prog, punk, experimental rock and hints of tropicalia.
2010 saw the release of the Canaries' first full length, 'The Coroner Can Wait'. They've toured the west coast in support of this album followed by tours in 2011 supporting Free Moral Agents and Avi Buffalo. In 2012 they released the 7" single 'Rain Brain/In Case of Hornets' which was followed by a trip to SXSW with more trips supporting the record throughout the year. Their sophomore full length, 'In The Parian Flesh', was self-released in February 2013. Followed by a run of small trips the band went right back into the studio to record their 3rd full length 'Agua Amarga' which was released August 2013 on Lolipop Records.
The band is currently recording their fourth full length record and planning tours for fall of 2014.
The Shrills sound nothing like an African-American girl group from the '60s. In fact, if the Shirelles—the group that inspired their moniker—were around to see them play at a bar somewhere, they probably would run out screaming as though the place were on fire. Upon first listen, their name obviously reflects the caustic nature of their screeching, psych-punk sound. But this brazen pack of OC weirdos manage to pay homage to the days of doo-wop in subtle whispers between the cracks of their aural chaos. The song "Morgana" from last year's Pink Hotel EP juxtaposes fluttering, rhythmic piano with werewolf howls and lyrics about a lovelorn psychopath who sleepwalks with ghosts.
They're the kind of off-kilter local band who naturally wander into the Distillery in Costa Mesa, trying to book some time. Inside the belly of this dank gem of a recording studio, a flotsam of mangled circuitry; battered, vintage amps; and the occasional fire-melted guitar litter the all-analog set-up, including a soundboard that Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Free Bird" was supposedly recorded on. Parked on a couple of rusty garden chairs outside the alleyway entrance, Shrills members Dan Simmons, Zack Grimm and bassist Fabian Ruiz commiserate about what sets their band (rounded out by guitarist Dan Cano and drummer Patrick Tapia) apart from the typical flock of jangly garage groups.
"Everybody thinks they can record at their house on their laptop," Simmons says. "A lot of times, you depend on a place like this, where people know what they're doing, but they have the same mindset as you. The first couple of days, we didn't even get any work done because we were fucking around, lighting fireworks the whole time."
That sense of mischief and mayhem has permeated the band since founding members Simmons and Grimm met as juniors at Mission Viejo High School in 2007. What started as a bizarre, David Bowie cover band eventually morphed into a full-time, all-original project in 2011; the band members had little aspiration to do anything outside of simultaneously scaring, insulting and exciting people with their music.
In the past, Simmons says, their crass, gear-busting live show caused members to quit the band while onstage. After accidentally splitting his head open by throwing his guitar up in the air at the Prospector in Long Beach, Simmons, who was bleeding profusely, got into a shouting match outside the club with one drummer who simply walked off, leaving his drum kit behind. Instances such as this make the title of their forthcoming album, Meltdown, all the more fitting.
"Most of our shows over the past year and a half have been a complete meltdown," Simmons says. "But now I think we've learned to harness all the energy of that without getting hurt really bad at a show."
Though this kind of masochism seems to border on gimmickry, the Shrills' aptitude for insanity is winning them fans, including the blues-rocking, psychotic showmen of Death Hymn Number 9 (the two bands share Tapia). On the strength of their first EP, Santa Ana garage label Resurrection Records promptly agreed to put out their full-length, which will kick off the band's tour of the Pacific Northwest this fall. Then there's the fact that the Distillery, run by legendary, eccentric soundman Mike McHugh, usually reserves its studio time for signed bands with prominent indie-label backing. Leave it to McHugh to recognize a band with heart and take them under his wing, even if they are a bit hard-headed.
"Being in Orange County, we tend to get lumped in with hipster bands who are total pussies," Simmons says. "So we went into those shows with the mindset that 'This is the band everyone is here to see, so we're gonna show them why they shouldn't look at that and think that it's the face of Orange County punk.'"
"If you ever imagined standing in a hallway between the practice spaces of Sonic Youth and Nirvana, this is what it’d sound like."
-Kevin Bronson / Buzzbands LA
"The band’s songs exhibit a kaleidoscope of emotions...ranging from anger to lament. Each song is organized chaos packed inside illegally smuggled narcotics as the four destroy the stage. Lucas, lead guitar and vocals, runs rampant behind the microphone, thrashing his instrument this way and that, as if fighting off some invisible horde telling him “rock and roll’s dead.” Le’lani Lan’caster adds an unusual sound with her distorted mandolin that definitely defines the band’s sound. In unison the crowd went feral as soon as Trevor Doss, started the bass riff of “Gashzilla,” definitely the band’s local hit. The song teases the audience with a loud chorus that explodes as soon as it leaves the soothing bridge, then returns to the musical violence, back and forth."
-Erick Gaona / Mountiewire
"If you tell me you’ve heard of them, you’re lying. If you tell me you know what they mean when they call themselves a “dank rock and roll” band, you’re lying... The music is raw... I imagine a lot of local, loyal fans campaigning for Washing Machine’s ascent to the top of the Billboard charts, or at the very least the tenth spot..."
-Joe Speranza / buffaBLOG