3.4 Fuckwolf // Dani Wind @ The Echo
So, normally experimental noise and avant garde indie rock shows aren’t necessarily my jam. I can intellectually understand why the music is interesting and novel and good, but I just don’t feel it. I’m a wuss. I like lyrics. I like sexy little bump and grinds. I like big meaty riffs. I like maraca. But I’m also as susceptible to peer pressure as the next wuss, and I’d heard that San Francisco’s Fuckwolf were cool (plus, it must be said, I love the name – who can argue with Fuckwolf? Where do you even go from there?) and Montreal’s Dani Wind is gaining buzz as a loveable eccentric with a fresh new (and yes, loveably weird) sound. And so I found myself at Part Time Punks, the Echo’s regular Sunday night hang, to check out the fuss. And Fuckwolf were great. Their set had a loose swing. And while they unleashed a sonic maelstrom that drew on the likes of sock hop guitar sounds, jazzy bass lines and swirls of space aged sound effects, the band was tight enough to make it all coalesce into riveting, melodically engaging soundscapes that, yes, you could dance to.
Dani Wind has definitely earned her stripes as a one-of-a-kind performer, with wild, arty costumes and a sugar rush stage presence that makes Karen O look like Celine Dion. For my real deal -- cross your Ts and dot your Is -- review, check out this week’s LA Record.
