Noise Pop: Atlas Sound
Cox knows he’s not the iconic broody showman, admitting, “I wish I could walk up here and play and then leave with a wave, and be all epic and mysterious.â€
Cox knows he’s not the iconic broody showman, admitting, “I wish I could walk up here and play and then leave with a wave, and be all epic and mysterious.â€
Maybe it’s because they look like the type of people we see everyday begging for change along Haight St. Last night, however, they were prodding us to let go of our inhibitions
Noise Pop has a way of billing bands you wouldn’t necessarily think compliment each other. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. In this case, maybe it didn’t work so well. Separately, each of these bands was great, but perhaps not to the projected Memory Tapes audience at Bottom of the Hill last night.
Snubbed by most indie enthusiasts, last night’s left-field Noise Pop show at Slim’s had the craziest crowd we’ve seen at the festival… ever.
“FUCK! This is a song about cannibalism and organ donors on the moon, you gotta get the words right.” – John Vanderslice, on screwing up his own lyrics.
If you’ve just exited a cave, you’ll be happy to know that NoisePop is happening, and every bay area blog is covering the shit out of every show. The Owl is going to be honest with you for a moment – we can’t cover every show.
For a supposedly sold-out show, there were an awful lot of vacancies at the Palace of Fine Arts Theatre last night.
In true Noise Pop fashion, the first couple nights are always a bit hectic, and you never know what you’re going to get.