The Bowery Presents
Palma Violets

Rescheduled from October 1, 2013 - all tickets from 10/1 will be honored for 10/9

Palma Violets

SKATERS

Wed, October 9, 2013

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

Webster Hall

New York, NY

This event is 18 and over

Palma Violets
Palma Violets
For a long time if you wanted to hear the most exciting new band in Britain, you knocked on a tall black door off the Lambeth Road. An aging British Rail building - part art studio happening, part squat – Studio 180 was where south London's Palma Violets were gestating, away from sunlight and the world at large.

A thrilling rock'n'roll four piece channelling The Clash, the Mysterians, and the Bad Seeds, from September 2011 they were holed-up here writing songs "their friends could dance to" and occasionally putting on celebratory, ecstatic parties about which word quickly spread.

The opposite of the last significant development in English guitar music when the Arctic Monkeys became the first "MySpace band", harnessing the power of the internet and prompting BBC documentaries and convulsions in major record labels, the Palma Violets' rise has been notable by their total avoidance of the worldwide web.

In fact until a couple of months ago, they had no online presence, no music recorded, and no press team working for them, this wasn't the product of some fiendishly counter-intuitive marketing strategy, it was because all they cared about was playing shows.

"We didn't want to put ourselves on Facebook, Youtube or the internet because we hadn't recorded any songs," explains singer Sam Fryers. "We were making this noise together in a room for fun and that's where you had to experience it."

"The best way to see a rock'n'roll band is to go and see them play live," elaborates bassist Chilli Jesson. "That's all we wanted people to do."
"And of course, we hate being in recording studios," laughs Fryer.

It's not hard to see how word of mouth spread about the band. If you got through the door in that early period, what greeted you was an intoxicating sense of chaos. Beer being sold out of a dustbin in a makeshift kitchen, experimental artwork protruding from every wall, kids milling about, seemingly all friends, just waiting for the moment the band would start to play, normally around 11 at night, but sometimes a whole lot later.

In an airless basement that could hold 50 people, the band would finally appear in a hail of feedback and organ noise, before blazing their way through a short, incredible set: their sound a primitive, wild rock'n'roll music offering echoes of '60s garage and soul but with a defiant Englishness at its core, the band themselves radiating a ferocious energy, encapsulated in the tense and tactile interplay between Jesson and Fryer but driven forward by the incessant beat of Will Doyle's drumming.

After a period of parching drought in British guitar music, this was akin to stumbling across the oasis in the desert just before you and everyone else died of dehydration.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for record labels to catch on and in the first few months of 2012, Palmas Violets were courted intensely. From the outset, though, they only ever wanted to sign to one, and that was Rough Trade.

As Jesson recalls:"When Rough Trade came down, it was so special. It was like they restored our faith in music. I mean they actually talked about music for a start. Geoff Travis was the only person who picked up on the fact that we were doing a cover of The Riveiras' 'California Sun'. The other guys talked about supermarkets and shelving and how we were going to penetrate the market."

The feeling was mutual.
SKATERS
SKATERS
New York City quartet SKATERS' music, ethos, and attitude are remarkably entrenched in the late nights, eclectic characters, and punk roots of their hometown. That's why it's almost criminal that the group's birth can be traced to a crazy 24 hours in Los Angeles in the summer of 2011, when singer and songwriter Michael Ian Cummings met English guitarist Josh Hubbard at a party at a "really fancy-ass house," as Cummings recalls.

A few months later, the still band-less Cummings got a call from Hubbard announcing that he'd be arriving in NYC the following day from the U.K. Hubbard landed 24 hours later and crashed drummer Noah Rubin's birthday party. As Rubin and Hubbard got reacquainted, Rubin suggested Josh come to jam — and Hubbard flipped. "I'd just fucking flown 3,000 miles, I didn't want to fucking jam," he explains. He wanted a band. The Englishman threw down the gauntlet: He was in town for a month and a half and wanted the group to play a gig. So they hooked up with local bassist Dan Burke, booked three shows, learned the songs Cummings and Rubin had been tinkering with (and a handful of Pixies covers), and SKATERS arrived with a band.
Venue Information:
Webster Hall
125 East 11th Street
New York, NY, 10003
http://www.websterhall.com/