Posts Tagged ‘Black Eyes’

Mi Ami to Drop Thrill Jockey Debut in April

We really like Mi Ami. Arts Desk contributer Aaron Leitko really really likes Mi Ami. So it's a good thing, then, that the noisy, experimental San Francisco group—which includes two D.C. ex-pats, former Black Eyes members Daniel Martin-McCormick and Jacob Long—will release its sophomore album, Steal Your Face, on April 13 on Thrill Jockey. The [...]

Ruffian Records Posts Rare MP3s, Plans Releases with Sockets

D.C.'s Black Eyes was one of those bands where you ended up collecting every song. The quintet didn't record a lot of them, for one thing—fewer than 30 in the three years it existed. That, and the group's chaotic, genre-hopping, paranoid post-hardcore was—and remains—utterly singular.
You can get a small sense of how that sound emerged at [...]

I Think We’re Not in Kansas House Anymore

Over the last 15 years, Kansas House, a tiny four-bedroom home in Arlington, has seen members of bands that recorded for almost every D.C. record label—Dischord, Teenbeat, Slowdime, Simple Machines—crash on its floors, perform in its living room, or be thoroughly revolted by its rat-infested basement.
Kansas House is not a club. Shows happen there once [...]

Music News Roundup, No Sitting Edition

Local DJ faves Jesse Tittsworth and Will Eastman and a group of partners are opening up their own space on U Street, the Going Out Gurus report at The Post. Expect the 250- to 300-capacity U Street Music Hall to open early next year at 1115 U St., formerly the Cue Bar. "The whole place is going [...]

Former Black Eyes Members Host Dissonance

Dan Caldas and Hugh McElroy, formerly of DC's Black Eyes, recently dropped in to Radio CPR to host an episode of "Dissonance." They play some Dog Faced Hermans. Also some Huggy Bear. A few revealing Black Eyes anecdotes–the free jazz-era, mid-concert puking, the two-drummers epiphany–also get dropped and Caldas plays introduces some music by his [...]

New Mi Ami 12-Inch

Traditionally I wimp out during autumn. As surely as the leaves turn yellow my listening habits slip toward fey and mopey Englishmen—you know, Belle and Sebastian, The Zombies, The Clientele. It's time to put on the knit scarf, to stand next to an empty soccer field and gaze wistfully into nowhere, to renew that SSRI [...]