REVERB Lineup: Sunset Tavern

Coconut Coolouts, Kay Kay, the Girls, and more.

3:30 p.m. ~ Little Cuts  Little Cuts clearly have big influences. Aside from the fact that their MySpace page lists as musical inspirations core savants like Serge Gainsbourg, Thelonious Monk, and Sister Rosetta Tharpe, one can hear groups such as the Stooges and the sludgier side of Mudhoney in their songs as well. With a reverb-heavy sound, they're not only perfect for this festival, but should also attract fans of harder garage rock who want to jam out in the early afternoon. JONATHAN CUNNINGHAM4:30 p.m. ~ Katharine Hepburn's Voice  KHV takes electro-pop to levels that fans of Ladytron can appreciate. Their latest album, Stand Up, is 33½ minutes of bedroom synth-pop songwriting that feels like a less-polished, homegrown version of Stars; however, the short songs suggest a punk aesthetic. What a person should like most about KHV is this: While most electro-pop sounds as if it's been made by robots, this band crafts introspective, emotive songs that are 100% flesh and blood. SARA BRICKNER5:30 p.m. ~ Born Anchors  Sprezzatura, the LP Born Anchors released earlier this year, is inspired by Castiglione's The Book of the Courtier (1528), which is defined by its studied appearance of effortlessness. For Born Anchors, a guitar/bass/drum collective, this assumed nonchalance translates into refreshingly unpretentious punk-tinged indie rock with ridiculously catchy guitar riffs. It's Born Anchors' positive, "music-first" attitude that gets it enthusiastic rotation on KEXP and plenty of local critical adoration. Tonight, in addition to tracks off Sprezzatura, like "In Disguise" and "Saint Anne Marie," listen for new songs from the band's upcoming Animal Skins, which will be released in the fall. HOLLIS WONG-WEAR6:30 p.m. ~ Telepathic Liberation Army  See feature.7:30 p.m. ~ Erik Blood  Erik Blood must have taken all this renewed Beatles fervor to heart, because he's getting by with a little help from his friends. In assembling his seven-piece backing band, Blood's swiped members from his former band the Turn-Ons, his current band the Little Penguins, a guy from Coulter, and another one from Altspeak. It seems the benefit of being a producer/artist is getting to poach your favorite musicians to work on your own project. This set will feature all the great tracks off his fabulous debut The Way We Live and a yet-to-be-recorded track about adult cinema, which promises to be the prettiest song about porno you've ever heard. MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR8:30 p.m. ~ Final Spins  Joe Syverson could easily sing sad, melancholy songs. He's got the kind of voice that could wail about heartbreak for hours: ultra-deep and super-steady, a little like David Bazan's. But Syverson took a different route, drawing on the pop enthusiasm of his previous musical effort, Throw Me the Statue, to craft songs for his current band, the Final Spins. There's something strangely optimistic about this music, from the bright guitars to bouncing drums. Even the Wilco-reminiscent track "Let Me Fall" has a positive refrain: "Don't drag me with you/Let me fall." Sure, the music can get a little moody at times—Syverson is working out some anger on newer songs like "City of..."—but it's a testament to Final Spins' musicianship that the members can craft power-pop around Syverson's vocals. Instead of limiting the band, his voice is what sets the Final Spins apart from the rest of Seattle pop. PAIGE RICHMOND9:30 p.m. ~ The Girls  Never ones to shy away from the sexy side of rock 'n' roll, the Girls have been bringing their scuzzy, lust-soaked punk to the gentlemen and (especially) ladies of the Seattle scene for what has to be close to a decade. Helmed by two original members, singer Shannon Brown and guitarist Zache Davis, the Girls' music has evolved from looser, garage-rock beginnings (when Brown rocked slinky, silver, groupie-approved Iggy pants) to its current tight, dirty, dance-punk incarnation (in which the Girls look like Void, if they had cared about soap). They still put on a show that will send the guys home happy and their girls home horny.MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR10:30 p.m. ~ Unnatural Helpers  When Sub Pop sales director Dean Whitmore isn't hocking wares for Seattle's iconic local label, he holds down both drumming and vocal duties for Unnatural Helpers, a punk-inflected supergroup of sorts that's featured a rotating cast of the city's best players. Previous incarnations have included members of the Intelligence, the Lights, and Kinski, bashing out straightforward, catchy rock songs with just a smudge of garage-y grime. The Helpers' lineup for REVERB includes Kimberly Morrison of the Dutchess & the Duke on bass and the guitar work of Brian Standeford (Idle Times, Catheters, Tall Birds) and Leo Gephardt (Catheters, Tall Birds). HANNAH LEVIN11:30 p.m. ~ Coconut Coolouts  When these purveyors of beer-soaked, party shenanigans hit the stage, prepare yourself: You're going to catch a good time whether you want to or not. Their hot-garage mess of simple, trashy tunes has a hypnotic "Louie, Louie" effect, making you simultaneously sassy, dance-happy, and even thirstier. With two stand-up drummers, a keytar, and tons o' spontaneous backing vocalists/percussionists, the Coolouts leave you with the feeling that at any minute, anything might happen—and it just might happen in a banana suit. MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR12:30 p.m. ~ Kay Kay & His Weathered Underground  At first, the hype surrounding this group mystified me. I vastly preferred Kirk Huffman and Kyle O'Quin's other project, Wild Orchid Children, to Kay Kay, which used to seem to me like some hackneyed Beatles ripoff. And Lord knows there are enough hackneyed Beatles ripoff bands out there to last us a lifetime. At the behest of a respected fellow music writer, though, I recently gave the band another go, and found its songs had more to commend them than a passing similarity to the Jesus-eclipsing pop icons. Kay Kay & His Weathered Underground make harmonic, lush pop songs that are like miniature symphonies, with several individual, distinct movements packed into three or four minutes. Touché, Jonathan Zwickel. Touché. SARA BRICKNER

 
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