Bowery Boston presents
Doors: 6:00 pm / Show: 6:30 pm
This event is 18 and over. Patrons under 18 admitted if accompanied by a parent or legal guardian.
Tickets on sale Fri. 6/23 at 10AM!
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Kasabian
Bowie, Prince, George Michael, Brexit, Trump⊠by most markers, 2016 wasnât a vintage year. Unless you were Serge Pizzorno, that is.
âI was just feeling good about everything,â recalls Kasabianâs guitarist/songwriter/all-round sonic shaman. âI got married, Leicester City won the league and I’d written my best record yet!â.
Serge has every right to be upbeat. Kasabianâs sixth album is genuinely the best selection of tunes theyâve put out since they first erupted into the public conscious back in 2004.
A straight flush of knock out tune after knock out tune, it could almost be a greatest hits. In fact, when the day comes to pick an all-time Kasabian starting line-up, every one of these songs is going to be jossling Club Foot, elbowing Fire out the way and tugging on Empireâs shirt for a deserved place in the team.
Its all-killer make up was no accident either.
âI decided to give myself six weeks to write an album like they used to do back in the day and that became really inspiringâ Serge recalls. âI was like âRight, Iâm ready to go into the studio and make a guitar album with loads of really good songs on it.â Which sounds so basic, but literally that was it. I made sure there was no fat on anything, it was going to be classic songs, no self-indulgence, nothing was going on there that shouldnât. Iâd heard Berry Gordy had said if youâve not got them in the first four bars then youâre finished, so I went in with this old school attitude of song-writing.â
Having spent day after day sat with his guitar listening to classic songs from Blondie and The Beatles to Nirvana and The Stooges, picking them apart and distilling the alchemy that made them stand the test of time, Serge set about crafting his own. Each morning heâd get up, walk out to his Aladdinâs cave-like studio The Sergery, weave his way past the lines of guitars, stacks of vintage synthesizers, retro gizmos and the enormous, signed picture of Leicester City defender Steve Walsh and create Kasabianâs entries for the great rock and roll songbook.
âThere was an ambition to save guitar music from wherever the hell itâs going. Weâre trying to save it from being written off as just old music. We wanted to make a very positive album full of hope with guitars to remind people that it doesnât have to sound like some old-fashioned bullshit next to whateverâs coming out, that itâs still relevant,â he states. âThat was the plan, and thatâs what weâve made.â
P.T.O
Like Beastie Boys slam dancing into French electro thumpers Justice, spilling their pint and then taking it outside, Ill Ray (The King) kicks the doors of For Crying Out Loud open with grandstanding intent. A riotous eruption that takes the self-aggrandisement of the best hip hop diss tracks and delivers it with a fistful of Leicester-bred piss-taking.
âI love that hip hop arrogance. I donât think thereâs any other band that goes out like an MC telling everyone how much better they are than everyone else,â says Serge. âItâs playful and youâre in on the joke. Of course you donât fucking really think that, if you really thought that youâd be a dick, but itâs great to say and itâs funny.â
Flick through any interview with Serge or Tom Meighan from the past ten years and their give-a-fuck sense of humour and delight in the absurd is plain to see. Perhaps more so than on any other Kasabian record, itâs all over For Crying Out Loud.
Take the opening (punch) line in Wastedâs Love-like, alluring mystique – âSummer is here, so I am told… but you wonât catch me in my shortsâ – or the fact that the galloping Come Back Kid transposes a Peckinpah-esque standoff into a Leicester Poundshop. I mean, you probably wonât get Drake telling a rival he âsmells like hotel soapâ.
âI had way more fun with the lyrics on this one and I was way more honest as well,â he chuckles. âItâs me on the page – shit I hear, shit Iâve talked, the language I use.â
The New York punk funk fun of Youâre In Love With A Psycho is a case in point. Its ludicrously catchy slink detailing sharing chips outside the bargain booze shop after a night out with someone you canât get enough of, but who always turns out to be a bit of a handful after a few.
âItâs not literal, itâs not like a knife scene in the shower. Itâs more like someone telling you a story about a past relationship and they go, âYou know what mate, she was mentalâŠââ he laughs. âItâs got one of those hooks, the groove is just irresistible.â
Whereas before he might have delighted in taking a relatively straightforward tune and sticking an extended Krautrock freakout or glitching techno breakdown in the middle, this time around Serge made a point to restrain himself and instead fills any spare nook or cranny with a perfectly executed middle eight, a deft countermelody or yet another hands-in-the-air chorus.
âIâd always go, âHereâs a really pop tune and then thereâs this bit thatâs in another fucking realm,â he notes. âBut I thought, âNo, Iâm not going to do that this time,â. It was really hard!
Of course, rules are there to be broken too, so Serge can also treat himself to an extended 12â -style workout on Are You Looking For Some Actionâs party tune vibe. Whisking its one nation under a groove off down a rabbit hole of ESG-inspired basslines, piano house and squealing Roxy Music saxophones. Otherwise though, heâs resolutely kept to the mission statement.
The spangled gonzo glam of Good Fight is such an unadulterated melodic pop wallop you can imagine Marc Bolan pouting his way through it on an old episode of Top Of The Pops. Similarly, a late edition to the album making process Bless This Acid House was written as an antidote to the overwhelmingly negative feelings Serge had fortunately managed to sidestep. âI thought the world was caving in, itâs a mad time you know,â he notes, âbut I thought that everybody had had their say, so that tune is just pure positive energy.â
Itâs an exhilarating endorphin rush that neatly cues up Put Your Life On It, a song Tom Meighan â not unreasonably â declares to be âas good as Let It Be.â Building from a pared-back Plastic Ono Band stomp into a planet-sized love-bombing of a singalong. Or, if you will, a song that was built for crying out loud.
âIt was always the thing that my dad and grandma would say before giving you a clip round the ear, but when I wrote it down it had this double meaning,â Serge points out. âItâs funny that something you heard as a kid could explain what this music is: itâs music for singing your fucking heart out to.â
Sounds exactly like what 2017 needs.
Kasabianâs new album âFor Crying Out Loudâ is released May 5th.
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The Sheila Divine
THE MORBS by The Sheila Divine
Current Lineup 2014
Aaron Perrino (Vocal/Guitar)
Jim Gilbert (Bass)
Ryan Dolan (Drums)
Brian Charles (Guitars/Vocals/Producer)
Former Members
Colin Decker (Guitar)
Shawn Sears (Drums)