Perfect Seattle. Dark, grungy, heavy audio emo; smoking cigarettes in your basement level brick apartment building sipping a glass of Maker's Mark that you bought with your last bit of your cash for the week because, fuck it, who needs food when you can sip some decent whiskey? (I think i'm becoming a hipster) This dude trio is a bit outside the norm as far as normal goes (misnomer). Bass, keys, drums, ok, yes... dark, bluesy piano, simple but melodic bass, grated vocals that you half expect to hear dip below audible/am I listening to heavy metal?, but they don't/it isn't... downward spiral self loathing type ambiance.... yes, but lyrics that aren't entirely reflective of such an experience.
Blood Red Dancers keep me intrigued with their clever construction and some equally clever or cleverly simple lyrics. I'm a Seattle gal. I've got a soft spot in my heart for grungy anything and these guys fit the bill. But what I really appreciate is the fact that they're not Nirvana, they're not Pearl Jam, they're their own reinvention of grungy with a bit more soul and a little less whine. I put their EPs, Bikini Island and Let him Fight, I'll be in the Breadline on the same cd and it had the same sort of sound going on, but I won't discredit them for it; making music is hard. Still worth keeping an eye on. Check Check Check 'em out.
They're playing a second audioasis for KEXP on April 10th
(KEXP loves these guys. I must be as cool as KEXP)
Just for the hell of it, here's a few shitty videos (no offense guys. Can we get some of our video savvy people to put collaborate on a video??)
Muddy Water
All You Need is Money
THIS IS WHERE THE TUNES ARE AT
Check their 'space
Free download of Let him fight, I'll be in the breadline
Don't kill yourself. Get paid. (amazing quote by me inspired by them)
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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