TOBACCO

Stateside Presents

TOBACCO

THE STARGAZER LILIES, NEW FUMES

Sun, March 29, 2015

Doors: 7:30 pm / Show: 8:00 pm

$15.00 - $18.00

Tickets at the Door

This event is 21 and over

Moved from Valley Bar, tickets purchased for Valley Bar honored. 

TOBACCO
TOBACCO
TOBACCO can’t have nice things.

On his third album, the Pennsylvania snake-synth-charmer deepens his approach to aural depravity. Ultima II Massage widens a jagged swath through the dude’s own weird catalog, each disparate track damaged to the point of contributing to some sort of greater, lurching Frankenstein-like state. “I spent a lot of time breaking it in all the right places,” says TOBACCO. “It ends up making the whole thing breathe – sometimes gasp for air. It feels more alive.” Immediately after finishing 2010’s Maniac Meat, he went to work on the beat-addled series begun with Fucked Up Friends in 2008. There were notable breaks en route to now – a surprising commission to remix White Zombie’s “Thunder Kiss ‘65,” a new Black Moth Super Rainbow record (Cobra Juicy), and producing Demon Queen’s Exorcise Tape with vocalist Zackey Force Funk – but he saved the worst for last, amassing the most misanthropic material for Ultima. To wit, SPIN dubbed early share “Lipstick Destroyer” a “junkyard takedown of Daft Punk’s beloved, pristine electro.”

TOBACCO explains his modified approach: “I wanted to push each song just enough, so that even when the album’s at its wildest, it’s something you can zone out to. It feels like a definitive end to a concept I’ve been trying to perfect forever.Maniac Meat was linear. This time I wanted to do a lot of different things and have them come together as one meditative piece. At least for myself.”

Which, oddly enough, makes sense. This is easily TOBACCO’s most diverse set to date – his own Stereopathetic Soulmanure, but about that 1-900 hotline life: massage parlors, plasticized sleaze, fake tans, old dial-ups to the fan clubs of dead B-actors. Fittingly, the album’s only contributor is Beck music director Brian LeBarton who shrieks as Notrabel on the grimy freak-out “Streaker.” At 17 tracks,Ultima is stacked with beautifully perverse hits – from the sickly sticky “Eruption,” to the wobbly demon swaggerer “Face Breakout,” to the distorted punk spazz of “Dipsmack,” to the apocalyptic sepia ambience of “Spitlord.” You may hear disembodied bits of Boards of Canada, early Def Jam records, and Gary Numan, or maybe just public-access TV and bad VHS dubs of ‘80s horror flicks. Or the sun exploding and everything you’ve ever loved melting. Again, TOBACCO was just trying to make meditation music.

But to find that rotted sweet spot, as always, he had to subvert his pop urges. TOBACCO went back to the cassette decks he started off with – analog weapons of distortion to compliment his hissing vocoder and blown rhythms. Any moment that felt “just right” was brutally assaulted until ugly again. All to accomplish one end: “This might be my most purposely difficult album yet, but I promise if you let it in, it can fuck you up.”

Ultima II Massage. No happy ending.
THE STARGAZER LILIES
THE STARGAZER LILIES
A great dance party is a thing of beauty, but a good soundtrack for the comedown can be just as vital. After nearly a decade on the trippy dancefloor of Soundpool, guitarist/drummer/bassist/producer John Cep and singer/bassist Kim Field set off from that New York five-piece to take respite in the warm and woozy sounds of a new shoegaze-infused project, The Stargazer Lilies. And with their debut album, We Are the Dreamers,they're letting their days of disco beats slip away into memory with style.
Linking up with Tobacco of Black Moth Super Rainbow and live drummers EJ DeCoske and Johnny Lancia, they've teased influences like the French pop of Air and the shoegaze of Lush and Slowdive out to create a record of dripping dream pop. Here, they've pared down their sound to Kim's airy vocals, reverb-washed drums and a fuzzy, swelling ether of effects-laden guitar and bass. The resulting punch-drunk collection, from the gentle melody of "Del Rey Mar" to the sluggish and nearly indecipherable drone of "Light of Day," is coated in the disquieting patina that Tobacco brings to BMSR, though in this case the mood he creates is more melancholy than sinister.
And isn't that just how it feels, that limbo between a real good party and the morning after — sickly sweet, a little muzzy and ready, before too long, to do it all again.
NEW FUMES
Daniel Huffman is the sole creative force of NEW FUMES. Huffman has lent his talents to a multitude of diverse bands. He was a member of the 90s space rock outfit Comet as well as the Bitches Brew-loving improv group Ghostcar, and he's been a touring guitarist for the Polyphonic Spree. He's been part of the touring entourage for and a frequent collaborator with The Flaming Lips.
Using the computer, guitar, keyboards, vocals and any number of various gadgets and noisemakers, Huffman creates dense yet playful pop soundscapes that feel like a modern take on the off-center mischievousness of Warm Jets/Tiger Mountain-era Eno. The drumbeats of album opener "On a Ship, Under a Bus" resemble the angular rhythm blasts of This Heat more than anything you'd hear on a typical laptop-based album. On "Teeth of the Sun," an ever-shifting artillery of synths and processed sounds hop around each other without feeling cluttered or heavy-handed. On tracks such as "Don't Be So Paranoid" and "Millennium Crux," Huffman's vocals weave trance-inducing melodic chants that serve to unify the sundry buzzes, bubbles and blasts
underneath.


NEW FUMES is not so much a one-man band, but rather a one-man 
multi-media installation. With a live show that features video 
projections for each song, Huffman's attention to detail provides an
infinitely-dimensional experience for the listener on record and on
stage. Much like the multi-colored vinyl that Huffman hand-poured for his own record, multiple releases for The Flaming Lips and Tobacco's most current album, NEW FUMES is the sound of colors 
running together. Simultaneously evoking beauty, fun, chaos and 
wisdom, NEW FUMES has created an artistic adventure served on a pop 
platter.
Venue Information:
The Rhythm Room
1019 E. Indian School Road
Phoenix, AZ, 85014
http://www.rhythmroom.com/