Live in The Atrium
The Abigails, Mystic Braves
1011 Pacific Avenue
Santa Cruz, CA, 95060
Doors 8:30 PM / Show 9:00 PM
This event is 16 and over
It still feels like new music, doesn’t it? Each new record from The Growlers has something gripping enough that makes it as exciting as a debut. The Growlers swooned us back in 2013 with “One Million Lovers" and Gilded Pleasures, those “Humdrum Blues” with Hung At Heart, and then, within the more recent couple of years, that magnificently depressing “Good Advice” on Chinese Fountain. We’ve been seeing The Growlers for a while now, and we know all their tricks: bashful love songs softly cradled by opiate-euphoria, kick-shit pub songs aggravated by rum and amphetamines, and, of course, how genuinely they’ve always related to the everyday man when the going gets tough. But something has been different with The Growlers lately. They’ve been coming home later at night smelling like cheap perfume and whiskey with a slick new Members Only jacket, and they’re not caressing our needs as much anymore. At this point, they know how obsessed with them we’ve become, and they don’t feel obligated to fill our every need. Now, they’ve decided they’re going to do what they want to do. They’re going to stay out and drink for however long they want. They’re going to pick up new moods and scents even if you don’t like them. They’re going to flirt with something new if it fancies them, and they’re going to turn up their fuzz and synthesizers however fucking loudly they want.
You knew this when they came through the door a few weeks ago with “City Club” and realized who they’ve been hanging out with. Julian Casablancas of The Strokes produced the new album for the boys and have helped them out with a new, slick, New York–esque style. Sounds off this record spawn in the hours of the late night, and there is a more cock-out attitude, distant from what we’ve been used to since our affair began with The Growlers. But in the middle of all this late-night musk and confusion, they revive our faith with “When You Were Made” and let us know that that old sweetheart singing us those affectionate songs is still in there. It still makes us think: That sounded like my beloved Growlers, but everything else has changed. Is this just a phase? Moving through “Rubber & Bone” and hopping over “The Daisy Chain,” we end up in “World Unglued,” and it starts to make sense. Here, these new moods and swings start to come together with those old favorite sentiments. It’s still our one, true love, The Growlers—they just need room to try on new garbs and taste new, dark subject matter. And with this, it’s all right. We let them follow with venting about “another bar fight in a neon light” and “high-ass women who don’t see me” in “Neverending Line”—all the shit they’ve had to put up with as a touring rock band.
After talking, tears and a few tall drinks, The Growlers drive us home with “Blood of a Mutt” and “Speed Living”—two tracks that remind us of that band we fell in love with back in high school that still satisfyingly cap the night with their cool, new swagger. This is definitely a record that’s going to challenge some of The Growlers’ wholehearted fans, but others will enjoy the new sleek style that’s brought on by late-night antics and a craving for danger that can only be settled by exploring new scenes and avenues.
"The front of The Abigails LP Tundra (out this winter on Burger!) is Abigails mastermind Warren Thomas alone and stranded in some spaghetti-western desert, and if that doesn't tell you exactly what this is gonna sound like, it's only because it would've been logistically prohibitive to put scorch marks on every single cover. Tundra lead track "Twenty Nine" reveals shockingly lush production—for the Abigails, that means you can't hear the cigarette smoke dissolving the tape—and songs that sound like Alex Chilton producing Lee Hazlewood, or the Gun Club on a turntable that discovered its own speed between 33 and 45. It's bleak and it's burned out and that's just the way we love it. Raise a glass and smash it later." -Chris Zeigler
Mystic Braves’ might be rooted in the psychedelic scene of the 1960s, but the band’s moment is happening right now.
After an impressive national tour boasting packed shows from Brooklyn to Seattle and beyond, the band returned home to Los Angeles only to sell out their first-ever show at West Hollywood’s legendary Troubadour in advance. It’s only the latest in a string of triumphs for the band, who saw record turnout around the country as they toured in advance of a forthcoming third album.
Based in Echo Park, the Braves — who are signed to influential indie label Lolipop Records — are at the forefront of a white-hot garage band revival, and when the band isn’t selling out shows across the country, they’re playing alongside legendary groups like The Zombies or providing the soundtrack for can’t-miss fashion events like Saint Laurent Paris’ Spring-Summer 2015 collection. While the group — made up of Julian Ducatenzeiler on guitar and vocals, Tony Malacara on bass and vocals, Shane Stotsenberg on guitar and vocals, Cameron Gartung on drums and Ignacio Gonzalez on organ and tambourine — isn’t straying far from what Ducatenzeiler calls “a blend of influence and sound that is unprecedented in contemporary music” on the forthcoming album, there are certainly changes afoot.
“We’ve always been a pop-structured psych band and we’re continuing along those lines,” Ducatenzeiler says. “But we’re trying some new things out as well. We’ve elevated the songwriting” Indeed, the group is experimenting with more exotic instruments and is building a library of new songs to show off its invigorating style not only in the studio but at a series of big-ticket festivals including Burgerama, Desert Days and the Austin Psych Fest.
It’s a long way from how the band began. “We had no idea when we started that we’d come as far as we have,” Ducatenzeiler says. “But from the moment we released our demos, people have really responded.”