Photo: Pufferfish

In case you haven't heard, Seattle Weekly will be taking over downtown Ballard on October 4 with REVERBfest . The only all-local music


REVERBfest Line-Up: Mr. Spot's Chai House


Photo: Pufferfish

In case you haven't heard, Seattle Weekly will be taking over downtown Ballard on October 4 with REVERBfest. The only all-local music fest in the city, REVERBfest takes place in multiple venues around downtown Ballard and boasts over 60 bands from the worlds of indie pop, stoner rock, hip-hop, electronic, roots, and more. Today's REVERBfest venue-of-the-day lineup: Mr. Spot's Chai House, 5463 Leary Ave NW.

Time to get excited, people!

11 p.m.—Diminished Men

Have you ever passed by the “soundtracks” section at your local record store and wondered who buys those mid-60s spaghetti-western-surf-vampire themes on 180-gram vinyl? Aside from Quentin Tarantino, that is. This is precisely the territory Diminished Men revel in. A surreal, moody haze of spaghetti-eastern surf-psych, the band creates the most cinematic instrumental journey in Seattle. Dave Abramson’s drums roll-and-splatter like ocean waves on acid and guitarist Steve Schmitt pulls of metallic, twanging leads that are washed in hues of crimson and dark blue. A psychedelic stew of Ennio Morricone tones, Angelo Badalamenti moods, Russ Meyer schtick, and Ry Cooder’s Paris, Texas theme, Diminished Men aren’t concerned with the past as much as much as they are creating new images through familiar sounds. BJB

"Land Between"

10 p.m.—The Curious Mystery

Like a distillation of the Zabriskie Point soundtrack, the Curious Mystery is an acid-friend American band. Like hippies dosing on peyote in the Mojave and pitching a tent made out of the U.S. flag, the band creates the kind of twang that echoes across desolate Western canyons. Because of said twang, they get slapped on a lot of alt. country bills, but the Curious Mystery draw the line between alt. country and American music. Sure, some songs are banjo driven, and most feature slide guitar, but it’s of the melt-your-mind variety, not the stomp-your-foot-on-the-front-porch kind. Unless, of course, that porch belonged to Pink Floyd and they invited John Fahey, Ravi Shankar, and Jerry Garcia over to jam. BJB

9 p.m.—Piece

Two years ago somebody broke into Laura "Piece" Kelley's car and stole her bag. Inside that bag was her journal filled with poems, songs, and intimate details on her pregnancy and falling in love with her now husband. Anyone would be upset to have something so personal fall into the hands of a stranger; but for a spoken word artist like Piece, the loss hit especially hard.

"I fell into a really bad funk and stopped writing for awhile," she reflects. "I thought, maybe this is universe’s way of telling me I’m not supposed to be a poet." Piece turned to composing melodies and beats the modest production studio she has in her Burien home. A moment made of both inspiration and desperation came after several months when she decided she'd attempt to rewrite all her lost material—from memory. From her gallant effort emerged Street Smartz: The Story of a True B-Girl. Released in 2007, it’s an articulate album that shows off Piece's silky vocals and tight rhymes. Highlights include the title track ("Street Smartz") in which Piece raps about growing up in the Central District at the height of gang violence and "His Hands," a sultry, slow-tempo R&B jam. Earlier this year she performed a poignant poem "Begin to Give" alongside the Dalai Lama at the Key Arena—which he requested a copy of to take home. She's also performed with the likes of Common, The Roots, and Blackalicious. Next up she'll travel to and perform in Philadelphia in support of presidential hopeful Barack Obama. EH

8 p.m.—Man Plus

Some bands take a little while to digest. Man Plus, however, is one of those rare instantly likeable bands. An adrenaline rush of electro-indie pop, the quintet burst wide open with happy-go-lucky charm—but the kind you usually get from ecstasy pills, or your first sniff of good cocaine. Mostly, the songs start off with anxious keyboard chirps which the band wastes no time leaving behind for raging choruses of guitar and vocals. Their album The Hungarian Suicide Songbook is a rich with 80s flashiness and futurism without being overtly retro. Just picture sexually ambiguous boys with vintage keyboards on a new new wave kick. BJB

"Not For All The Cocaine In The World"

7 p.m.— Pufferfish

Two years ago, four-piece local alt-country concern Pufferfish put out an excellent folk record, Hello Zero. It made number 66 on KEXP's top 100 albums of 2006. Then, not long after, Pufferfish, a four-piece band that currently contains Ball of Wax compilation guru (and solo artist) Levi Fuller on banjo, lap steel and bass, Jonah Baker on vocals, guitar and banjo, drummer Scott and accordionist, bassist and vocalist Emiko, seemed to drop off the face of the earth. Why? They've been diligently recording a new album in Jonah’s basement, and that album should be out in November sometime. I have high expectations for that record; so far, the band's managed to capture the woebegone pathos, the sense of longing and displacement, that makes for a great country ballad. And you really can't go wrong with their instrumentation, either. Two banjos? Lap steel? Accordion? Yes, please! SB


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