Birds Of Maya, Milk Music

R5 Productions Presents

Birds Of Maya

Milk Music

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Tue, June 14, 2011

6:00 pm

Club Patron

Odessa, TX

$8.00

This event is 21 and over

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Birds Of Maya
Birds Of Maya
It's been said that Volume One is possibly the best rock release to come out of Philadelphia ever. While low on recording budget, attitude and pretension, Birds of Maya is high on stolen riffs and an energetic execution seldom seen outside of a Sunday ruling by Seamus McCaffery. Whether they are mangling riffs or stepping way out for fried boogie solos Birds of Maya oozes a dark chunky sludge with elements from all the colors of the classic rock rainbow. Do they really sound like "a GG Allin demo played through a megaphone?" It's a fair description and it's certainly colorful, but it leaves out an awful lot. They are loud and they are chaotic, but they have way more groove than GG Allin could have ever imagined.

Birds of Maya did what countless garage rock geeks try and fail at: dust off 1968 and bring it back to life without making it look like museum piece. Bringing on the best of 60s power trios like Hendrix and Cream, a whiff of Blue Cheer's bongwater, Black Sabbath's bass heavy paranoia, and Stooges bum-out, they were sloppy in all the right places.
Milk Music
Milk Music
A very loud, and electric power trio lends a fuzz blanket over classic american songwriting in the vain of Dinosaur Jr., The Feelies, Hüsker Dü. Unlike other underground bands tackling pop via hardcore today, MILK MUSIC strays from the commonly generic reverb and surf sound to strengthen their no bullshit policy of presenting good songs, and for that they come off as a real band in an era of genre biting.
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Super-primitive, homemade indie garage with some screwy chops & time signatures, sort of like bedroom college savant music from a punk modeling himself on "tasty fuckin’ lickmeisters" of the prog era. Princeton, NJ. Sonsg jump between garagey romp and impenetrable wall of noise, like a kid running through a candy store. You’re either going to hate this because you’ll see it as an overwhelmingly long narcissistic gaze into the mirror of scuzzy punk nostalgia; or you’re gonna love it because it lacks any/all revelatory aspirations and goes straight for the jugular of intensely stupid fun. From Princeton.
Venue Information:
Club Patron
5850 W. University Blvd
Suite 140
Odessa, TX, 79764