Tuesday Night Residency with Lovely Bad Things

The Echo Presents

Tuesday Night Residency with Lovely Bad Things

Wires On Fire, Cosmonauts, Meatbodies

Tue, February 5, 2013

8:30 pm

The Echo

Los Angeles, California

$5 at the door

This event is 18 and over

Lovely Bad Things
Lovely Bad Things
Brought together by time and fate – they’d all known each other since high school, but finally made a band together in 2009 – and named by some kind of esoteric computer filename error too complex to further explain, Orange County’s The Lovely Bad Things are the hyperactive omnitalented and relentlessly hilarious garage-pop band who crowdfunded their way to an encore performance at the world-famous Primavera Sound festival and whose new album The Late Great Whatever was titled during a dream at the suggestion of their spirit guide, who happens to look strangely like Dinosaur Jr drummer Murph. Was that a lot to take in all at once? Then now you can sympathize with the cop who pulled them over on their way to the UFO museum in Roswell, New Mexico: ‘"Who here has ADD?’" Brayden Ward remembers him asking. "And we all raised our hands."

The Lovely Bad Things are Brayden and brother Camron Ward, Tim Hatch and Lauren Curtius, each a multi-instrumentalist and each devoted to a bottomless knowledge of ridiculous pop culture and comprehensive appreciation for the Pixies, though if you dismantled their songs and their record collections both you’d find Sonic Youth, Modest Mouse, the B-52s, the Wipers and of course Redd Kross, whose sense of humor and sense for a hook the Bad Things have inherited. They mostly come from the city of La Mirada, but their true home is the Lovely Bad Pad, a converted suburban garage – converted personally by the band members – that’s hosted truly legendary backyard punk shows, up to and including a surprise set by Peter, Bjorn and John, who know a good thing when they hear it.

It’s this combination of D.I.Y. spirit and off-the-wall luck that carried The Lovely Bad Things from that backyard to a cassette release on trendsetter label Burger Records that would be called one of the best L.A. punk releases of 2011 by the L.A. Weekly. And from there they ricocheted into a surprise slot at Primavera Sound festival, crowdfunding and benefit-showing just barely enough for airfare to get there and winning over their audience forever once they did. Now, after building a fan base show by show and person by frothing-at-the-mouth person – a guy once came all the way from Belgium to see them play one special song – The Lovely Bad Things have finished The Late Great Whatever for Volcom Entertainment.

On The Late Great Whatever, Lovely Bad Things roll out just about anything you’d want about 15% faster than you’d expect. Do they do it all? They indeed do it all. They have stormers like Kessel Run and the stand-out Randall the Savage, which is all jittery post-punky guitar and gradually building insanity. Then they have sweetheart pop-punk like Maybe I Know, which is born for the best mixtapes of 2013. They have surf’s-up guitar (Styx And Branches) and wah-wah guitar (Oozin It) and oh-my-God-I’m-being-attacked-by-furious-bees guitar (Kessel Run). They have Frank Black-style spoken-word stammer (Fried Eyes) and cooled-out Kim Deal back-ups. And those heartbreaker harmonies that are part of what make The Lovely Bad Things so special? Pretty much everywhere, thanks to Lauren’s gift for melody, but why don’t you go right to Rope Swing if you need ‘em right away? And if this still seems like a lot to take in at once, don’t worry – down some (or too much) caffeine, roll down the windows and let The Late Great Whatever take the wheel. Just watch out for the cops on the way to the UFO museum. When they hear music like this, they pay way too much attention.
Cosmonauts
Cosmonauts
"Their raucous set was like if the Velvet Underground had turned to the MC5 at their Boston Tea Party concert in 1968 and, instead of insulting them, had turned and made love to them—and that was how Lou Reed wound up wearing that dog collar. I couldn't make out a single lyric, but did they really close the set with 'Little Honda?'" --LA RECORD

"Swirling, distorted psych, bulldozed along by pounding primitive drums, fuzzed out vocals, all glued together with a heavy spaced out guitar drone. If that ain't the ingredients for record of the month my name is Prince Bloody William. Imagine if you will the best of THEE OH SEES jamming deep with MOON DUO, with the aid of some sort of retro type drug that only Brace Belden knows the name of and you would almost be right on the money. Heavy, without losing one single hook, repetitive without being the least bit boring and shamelessly stepped in the glory years of acid rock without being a boring regurgitating hipster. Be warned, this record will give you a contact high." --Maximum Rock N Roll #337
Meatbodies
Meatbodies
Born and raised in Los Angeles, Meatbodies are heavy, groovy, psychadelic and headbanging.
Venue Information:
The Echo
1822 W Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, California, 90026
http://www.theecho.com