For those of you who aren't familiar with east side LA rock club schedules, Monday nights are when you can get into the Echo, Spaceland, and the Silverlake Lounge for free and check out a tightly-packed bill invariably consisting of some combination of :
A) ultra-generic silverlake indie pop bands (more on these later)
B) pretty songwriter girls with more "western" clothing accessories than decent songs
C) hilariously inauthentic 'roots rock' combos from Orange County
D) visibly-uncomfortable-on-stage 'experimental' acts
E) aging (but still thin!) hipster jam bands
F) other marginally-talented friends of people who do sound at the club.
Of course, sometimes a decent (or at least interesting) act somehow slips through the cracks, but I'll save THOSE all-too-rare occasions for another blog. This here blog is for hatin'.
Last night at the Echo, I had the distinct displeasure of grimacing through a set by Pit Er Pat, who are on Chicago post-rock label Thrill Jockey. You'd think they'd be pretty good, right? Or at least 'interesting' and 'sophisticated'? Well, you'd be wrong.
I'm not sure what was going through their heads while they jammed on skeletal fragments of half-songs for ten minutes at a time, but throughout their set they showed no evidence of compositional, improvisational, or technical prowess. Keep it in the garage, guys (and girl). I'm really not sure how you made it this far. I'm honestly baffled.
The final band of the night apparently featured former members of Sparta, which was a band that featured former members of At the Drive In. Now if you're paying attention, that means they are three whole degrees removed from a band that was "pretty ok" "ten years ago".
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