True Endeavors presents
The World/Inferno Friendship Society, O'Death
701A E. Washington Ave
Madison, WI, 53703
This event is 18 and over
Watch & Listen
The World/Inferno Friendship Society
The World/Inferno Friendship Society are a gang of dangerous loonies who like to break things, and who have been making beautiful, orchestral punk rock records since 1997. The World/Inferno Friendship Society consist of 7 to 13 life-long members who enthusiastically delight in encouraging all who identify as youth, both young and old, to change the system. They come armed with cascading piano, ace saxophones, several drummers, snarling guitars, low B bass, and whomever else gets in the bus. The World/Inferno Friendship Society is fronted by an undead Sherlock Holmes, who had his exploits profiled in the NY Times Arts Section for the multi-media stage version of the group's last record Addicted to Bad Ideas. On their new release The Anarchy and The Ecstasy, Inferno hope to make you dance, laugh and cry -- often in the same song. With their full horn section, baby grand piano, punk guitar, 5 string bass and dueling male and female vocals, this freedom fighting, punk-as-world-music cult channels Phillip K. Dick, Kurt Weill and Jonathan Richman on their 13th release.
In late July of 2010, New York quintet O'Death -Singer/guitarist Greg Jamie, Gabe Darling on banjo and ukulele, drummer David Rogers-Berry, bassist Jesse Newman, and violinist Robert Pycior - returned to the stage after a year-long hiatus to play a critically-acclaimed set at the Newport Folk Festival. In many ways it was the perfect start to a new era in the band's existence, and a logical precursor to their upcoming third LP. O'Death return to Ernest Jenning Record Co. for Outside, set for release April 19th.
After endless touring on the rollicking one-two punch of their debut Head Home (Ernest Jenning Record Co.) and sophomore barnburner Broken Hymns, Limbs and Skin (Kemado), the band was sidelined in the midst of their 2009 tour when Rogers-Berry was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma. Ten months of chemotherapy and a shoulder replacement later, the group returned to the studio with a new outlook on life, and began work on their most fully conceived project to date - an affirmation of sorts. With the help of producer/engineer Billy Pavone (The Fall, Asobi Seksu, White Rabbits), the result is a record that is both the most subtle and massive accomplishment of the band's career. Outside is a darkly triumphant and free-flowing album that represents exactly where the songwriters have found themselves in this moment. As Pycior notes, "I love the dynamic disparity in the album: the fragile parts of 'Bugs,' 'Ourselves,' and 'Don't Come Back...,' the huge endings in 'Alamar,' 'Look at the Sun,' and 'Pushing Out.' ...and I love ending on a different and demented tone with 'The Lake Departed.'"
This is some writing that this girl Maud did about about us on her blog. I don't know this girl, if I did she would ... (more) know how actually messy my apartment is or how truly, beautifully refined my taste in movies is. I'm also using this, as I'm wont to do, without her permission, but mostly because her blog doesn't offer any way of getting in touch with her. Without further ado: Sweaty boys playing sloppy drunk jammy music is the reason why I like dudes, and Wild Yaks do it oh so well. I want to be their friends because I bet they have a really dirty apartment and watch really good movies. I want to listen to their music because it's masculine and not at all pretentious and they're so into it and their glasses slide off their noses and their shorts are too short.
The drummer looks like a beardier Williamsburgier Iggy Pop. They sing songs about girls and love and tomahawks and pearls like the world and beg for a new guitar when they bust their own. They have a saxophone player with really sticky-uppy hair. You could totally kick ass and run around and drive your car to their songs. Their myspace url is "boyhoodforever" which makes me think they may be aware of how dudely they are but it makes me like them more. They also played this slower song that actually DID remind me of Jonathan Richman, specifically the part in "A Plea For Tenderness" that goes "I know how beautiful death is (duh duh duh duh duh)/ I know why you hate life..." and so on. They're kind of like a screamier Modern Lovers. Or maybe they're just what The Modern Lovers would be like if they weren't straight edge. If they were real real real drunk.
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