ODD FUTURE WOLF GANG KILL THEM ALL
(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) Critically writing about Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All is akin to taking an aluminum baseball bat to a dangling hornet's nest. You know the impending fallout of your actions, and yet despite that, here you are with an Easton in hand. The greatest hiphop ensemble since the Wu-Tang Clan is also the rapey-est, so your take on Tyler, the Creator & Co. likely hinges on how much you can stomach lines like: "I'ma change my name to Uncle Phil/'Cause every girl I deal and fuck it's always against her will." As Tegan and Sara are now well aware, OFWGKTA is unapologetically misogynistic and homophobic, an outfit unwilling to lyrically waver (or whatever their "hugging Elton John" equivalent is) despite outside pressure that will likely include some protesters lingering about the Roseland tonight. Their talent has never been in question—my OFWGKTA power rankings: 1. Earl Sweatshirt; 2. Frank Ocean; 3. Tyler, the Creator; 4. Tie, everyone else—the only real question left is how you justify (or don't) lyrics that take such pleasure in crossing the line. EZRA ACE CARAEFF
MELT-BANANA, RETOX, ARANYA
(Star Theater, 13 NW 6th) Convulsive Japanese art-punks Melt-Banana are gonna fuck you up. I mean, good God, have you ever heard a band this fast and spastic? Somewhere between Boredoms on sherm sticks and Merzbow having a seizure, Melt-Banana make the kind of piss-pants music that belongs in the record books. If the band's intense speed and writhing guitar noise aren't enough to trip you up, the canine yip-yap of singer Yasuko Onuki will surely milk your spine to trigger a number of bad acid flashbacks. And, oh yeah, you're gonna wanna monitor your alcohol consumption more closely, too. Sure, the band might have already played through 20 songs, but wait... it's only been half an hour. Listen, I'm not saying you shouldn't go to this show, just don't tell your sponsor. CC
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) Wha, CSS are still going? Well, "Alala." The Brazilian group generated a Sub Pop-ian buzz in the mid '00s with their catchy electronic pop, enlivened by frontwoman Lovefoxxx's brashly alluring pipes and provocative stage demeanor. CSS (Cansei de Ser Sexy, if you're nasty) have a new album called La LiberaciÓn, and it shows some telltale signs of "maturity": slower tempos, dabbling with reggae rhythms ("Hits Me Like a Rock," featuring Primal Scream's Bobby Gillespie), slicker production values, collaborations with David Bowie/NIN/Smashing Pumpkins session pianist Mike Garson. Still, they seem like they've retained their fun vibe and their fluff is high-quality fluff. DAVE SEGAL
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