Village Green Productions presents
R. Stevie Moore
Creepoid (Record Release), Far-Out Fangtooth
1201 N. Frankford Ave
Philadelphia, PA, 19125
Doors 8:00 PM / Show 9:00 PM
This event is 21 and over
R. Stevie Moore
Improviser, composer, arranger, producer, musical conceptualist, comedy writer, vocal stylist, filmmaker, sketchpad artist, drama example, self-taught instrumentalist and bon vivant, r.stevie moore was born 1952 in nashville TN to famed elvis bass player bob. since '66 rsm has recorded nearly 2,000 songs on over 400 very original homemade albums of alarmingly idiosyncratic variety and styles, often considered a seminal pioneer in the DIY ethic. remaining virtually unknown, he quietly resided in new jersey as curator of his own museum. until now... based back in tennessee. and touring the planet. LOUDLY SHOUTING!
Creepoid (Record Release)
Creepoid are a Noise Rock band from Philadelphia. They released two full length LP's on No Idea Records and a brand new EP for Record Store Day 2014 on Graveface Records. They are now joined by Nick Kulp from Far-Out Fang Tooth ( Siltbreeze Records / HoZac Records ). Keep an eye out for upcoming US dates.
Creepoid has shared the stage with Dinosaur Jr., Against Me!, Kurt Vile, The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart, Best Coast, ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead..., Obits, Twin Shadow, Warpaint, Black Moth Super Rainbow, Night Beats, Bardo Pond, Psychic Ills, Wooden Shjips, R Stevie Moore, Black Lips, The Love Language, Purling Hiss, Telekinesis, Cloud Nothings, Jacuzzi Boys, Kid Congo, Asteroid #4 and many more.
Philadelphia’s Far-Out Fangtooth have been meddling within their own poisonous cloud of murky, atmospheric noise for a while now, and after a stellar debut LP on Siltbreeze in 2011, and an amazing 3 song EP released on Hozac in 2012 they are set to release their follow-up LP "Borrowed Time" in 2013 .
Their solidly mid-tempo, gazey gait, braced with gothic flourishes of noise and carefully arranged explosions of angelic harmony are beautifully morose and radiant at the same time, combining the guit-architecture of Sonic Youth’s early primal scree with Circle Pit’s squalorous nuances and a surreal channeling of Syd Barrett to create a heavenly hypnotic, haunting haze. This is a band that seduces you when your guard is down, only to soar down and rip your heart out of your chest just at the moment when the rising tide of crashing noise hits you at full force, breaking any human down into their simplest parts.