Arts Extract Podcast Presents:
Transformer Lootbag, The Hussy, Control, Trin Tran
701A E. Washington Ave
Madison, WI, 53703
This event is 18 and over
Watch & Listen
Matt Abplanalp, Steve Riches and Ricky Riemer have been making music together since high school, and in early 1996 they assembled themselves as a three-piece band named Transformer Lootbag. Always looking for new sounds and ways to combine them, the band writes angular music using their instruments in unconventional fashions and labyrinths for arrangements, but their songs sound more effortless and catchy than complicated. Over the years the band has released its puzzles of sound on internationally distributed compilations, singles and home-produced recordings and has enjoyed playing shows with bands such as Mike Watt, U.S. Maple, Mudhoney, Deerhoof, Melt Banana, Sicbay, The Flying Luttenbachers and Numbers at various venues around the Midwest. In 2003 TLB recorded themselves and released their self-titled, nine-song debut album-- the only full-length that made it out of their enormous hidden vault of material.
Madison, Wisconsin’s psych-punk duo The Hussy return with GALORE (Southpaw Records), their first full length since 2013’s critically acclaimed Pagan Hiss! Last year’s split 12” with Digital Leather featured a darker, denser side of The Hussy. On the split, Shawn Foree (Digital Leather, TIT) intricately tangled synthesizers into The Hussy’s signature lo-fi scuzzpop that fans had come to expect. The result was a unique mini-album that stirred the band into new audio territory. GALORE takes things in a slightly different direction…almost entirely abandoning keyboards for the sonic textures of various guitars, amplifiers, effect pedals, violin, lap steel and percussive elements. The underlying sonics may have morphed, but the hooks and guy/girl interplay are immaculately omnipresent…this may be the Hussy’s catchiest and popiest record to date! Recorded onto ¼” tape with a Tascam 388 by Bobby Hussy in the band’s practice space, the DIY lo-fi aesthetic is still fully baked into it all. GALORE’s polished but slightly perforated sound hints at the slew of previous material The Hussy have released, while significantly stepping things up through a richer, more expansive sound palette. This is the first Hussy LP with bass guitar added to the entire record, marking it as somewhat of a turning point for the band. GALORE showcases The Hussy at their creative peak, crafting concise pop gems that evolve and devolve after every listen while always definitively being The Hussy. The years the band has spent touring, recording and honing their seemingly telepathic connection have amounted to a vast and varied catalogue rivaling even the most prolific artists of the current garage/punk/whatever underground. Last year saw the band opening and backing the masked madman NOBUNNY himself on tours through North America, Australia and New Zealand. The Hussy also toured with The Faint in 2014, and they have played shows with The Reigning Sound, Ty Segall, Thee Oh Sees, King Tuff, King Khan and BBQ, Local H, White Fence, Black Lips, Nots, Blind Shake, Digital Leather, Kadavar, Useless Eaters and too many others to name. The Hussy most recently the Midwest, East Coast and Southern United States in June 2015 and Europe followed in August 2015.
CONTROL are burlap sacks filled with dub and surf and punk and a million sharp shale pieces. A girl runs to the front of the stage and turns the dilettantes’ eyes to jelly. The others keep their heads going up and down in time, shaking the sacks. The music of it’s hard and delicate and softly purposeful. It cuts and heals. Riots break out: Drums, bass, guitar, a voice sometimes searing the surface. The girl’s got her shirt up now and the dilettantes all leave to get her a drink. The songs becomes a watery noose and the stage goes empty because the stage has always been empty. Everyone covers their heads in burlap, drawing in raw, sustaining air and excavating their own private darknesses. They shake. And they try to predict what will come next..
Lost in the post-Y2K punk-disco vogue, mechanical man Trin Tran rode alone on the robot train to tomorrow. His one man act left some digital footprints on the net, and now those have been recaptured for grooving on LP. It's not too late for the future again — catch the Tran, man! And welcome to a new label in your life — God?, that is.