Audio By Carbonatix
Well, I guess this is growing up. The Brooklyn-based fashionistas in Black Dice used to be Providence art-school noiseniks–I remember a brief 2000 disc on Troubleman Unlimited that sounded like a junkyard on fire–but their new Beaches & Canyons (issued via the super-hip NYC indie DFA Records) is an amorphous hour of aquarium-water jamming and shoe-store atmospherics, perfect for sipping a chai latte while you figure out how to make your new IKEA desk match your thrift-store window dressings. Don’t expect anything you hear at Rubber Gloves on Friday to sound like the record, though; live, these clock-stopping soundboys are all about the moment. Karate front man Geoff Farina’s got even less to do these days with his old punk-rock past: “About your recent investment plan,” he sings on Some Boots, Karate’s new album, “it smells like 50 dollars stuffed into a Ziploc bag.” Farina’s been heading into Dow Jones territory for a while–his “Steely Dan” single from a couple of years ago was about as ironic as a pimp slap–and Some Boots boasts so much fake-jazz guitar noodling you might consider inviting your boss along to Rubber Gloves on Thursday. (Caveat emptor: The last time I saw the band, Farina seemed to resent having to put down the book he was reading to climb onstage and play.) Ida bassist Karla Schickele completes the week’s grown-up offerings Monday at Rubber Gloves with a show under her solo guise, k.; Goldfish, her pretty new Tiger Style CD, is more redecorating rock. Go celebrate your inner adult.
