with CHEW and Mock Identity
Downstairs, All Ages
DOORS: 7:00 PM // SHOW: 8:00 PM
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Sunday May 19, 2019
Pile is a rock band from Boston, Massachusetts. Started as a solo project by Rick Maguire back in 2007, Pile released ‘Demonstration,’ a 10 song demo and
‘Jerk Routine’ in 2008 before expanding their line-up. Wanting to be able to tour on the material with a band, Maguire attempted to find some other
players. After some shuffling, the band found a cohesive line-up with Kris Kuss (drums), Matt Becker (guitar), Matt Connery (bass) and Maguire (guitar,
vocals). In the eight years since, Pile has released several acclaimed albums, ‘Magic isn’t Real’ (2010), ‘Dripping’ (2012), ‘You’re Better Than This’
(2015), and “A Hairshirt of Purpose’ (2017), in addition to two highly sought after EP’s and the ‘Odds and Ends’ (2018) collection. Since coming together
as a full band in 2009, Pile have toured as much as their lives collectively allow, playing nearly 1000 shows spread out over the US, Canada, the UK
For Mock Identity, the sum is both greater than, and equal to, its parts. Comprised of some of the DC experimental music scene's most innovative and forward-thinking musicians - vocalist Adriana-Lucia Cotes (Antonia), guitarist Jeff Barsky (Insect Factory), bassist Joshua David Hoffman (Supersonic Piss), and percussionist Nate Scheible - this post-hardcore quartet is a force of musical resistance that sounds miles away from the musical worlds of avant-pop, free jazz, and ambient drone its members come from.
Of course, that's a shallow way of defining a band that contains multitudes. Formed in the winter of 2017, Mock Identity came together as artists with a shared passion of musical experimentation, social awareness, and a desire to disrupt the toxicity infecting society—racism, misogyny, patriarchy, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, Islamophobia, anti-semitism, ableism, and white supremacy—in all forms.
On its debut LP, Paradise, Mock Identity unleashes ten tracks of twisting, angular post-hardcore that whips the senses like a howling wind. Barsky's knotty guitar riffs soar into an outer dimension, while Hoffman and Scheible lock into heavy rhythmic grooves that keep these songs grounded on Earth. But it's Cotes' soaring vocals and scathingly vivid lyrics that packs the most punch: "You want to talk about it?/ You should know all about it/ I mean it when I say/ No means no, man," she sings on "No Means No." There's no mincing words; Mock Identity isn't here to fuck around.
Feeding Frenzy is the real deal. No, wait, let me start over: C.H.E.W. are the realest of deals. Their debut LP starts with a flurry of drums and goes straight into the kinda agro-heavy, no-bullshit, straight-to-the-point hardcore that gets the adrenaline flowing so fast you can practically see it burst out of your chest and march on over to the front of the show to get a circle pit going. Most punk packs a punch; this simply pulverises, in the best possible way.
Four anarcho kids with righteous ideals, C.H.E.W. are here to make you sit up and take notice. Well, what else can you do when the blitzkrieg rains forth on you as powerfully and scintillatingly as this? Once it’s started, the album barely lets up for a second. Even when they slow down for a spacious creepy-crawl just before the midway point, you can feel the tension ratcheting up another notch or 12, just to keep you anticipating the rush of hi-velocity chaos that’s surely about to hit home (and surely does).
This isn’t an album of summer jams or simple hooks – it’s pure energy and conviction, that knows you’ve had a rough day and wanna stew in it, but also knows how to make you feel affirmed by that experience. It’s the sound of Punch drawing fake moustaches on police ‘wanted’ posters; the sound of hardcore fire walking while flicking pebbles into the furrowed brows of punk pretenders everywhere. Just under 31 minutes of noise that’ll leave you floored and totally swept up in adoration. Hope and pray to whatever deities or inanimate objects you place your faith in that this band ends up playing a town near you soon, because this record frankly rules.