The Black Kids are alright. Saw them in NYC last Friday. They are heralded as the Hot Band/Buzz Band of 2008, but I'm not exactly buying it.They've got a killer recorded sound. The Black Kid's first full-length, "Partie Traumatic", acts like a sugary sweet lasso that pulls youngsters into the din of mind state where The Psychedelic Furs and The Cure inhabited during the 1980's. It's akin to this Jacksonville quintet lacing our post-9/11 Mojitos with saccharine rufinol held over from a 1986 marathon haze. I feel it's far more effective on the 18-21 age group, as it didn't catalyze any emotional overhaul when I stood before The Black Kids live set. As a 24 year old, I've aged grumpily above the mere composting of the happy-go-lucky, 80's new wave stylings. It just doesn't transport me as easily as it does with the "post-9/11 rosebudding of self awareness" going on with the the kids 5-8 years younger. They are more attuned to lapping up this well conceived, candy goodness. I won't deny that every song is damn catchy and pop-worthy.... it just bores me after a while. The record carries me a little farther than their live sound, which distorts the angular melodies into puddles of synth, reverb, muted bass, and sketchy vocals. This might've just been the acoustics at the venue, The Santos Party House in the lower eastside, but it might have just been a result of unrealistic expectations that plague these Buzz Bands. One minute they are Caesar standing before the Senate and delivering their virginal sounds to the masses, and the next they have been descended upon by hundreds of stab-hungry critics. Only time will tell. I guess I'm a pre-emptive stabber.
Let's not forget that the band manages good rock music that goes down real easy. Occasionally there are lyrical flourishes that I approve. Every once in a while there is the self reference made by singer, Reggie Youngblood, that he is a girl. That is very Lou Reed of you, thank you. There is also a moment in "Hit the Heartbrakes" that it is declared, "hot as balls". Now....that's just humorous. Not even in context. Just the phrase, "hot as balls", is damn funny. It's like saying some chick is a "major slut". Pondering the military hiearchy of peter-poundage and equating the temperature's abrasiveness with an amorphous mess that is the male ball sack keep me in step. It makes this guy grin. Not a real concrete critique, but, whatever.
The real winfall from this show going experience was the opening band, Zambri. Whoa, do those bitches rock the house or what. Unlike their recorded material, their live shit blew my mind. It sonically scratched my psyche and left me a-ga-ga. That's another story for another day.
And since a one Michael left a post berrating the lack of boobage and rock'n'roll material, I have answered his prayers
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.Behold, rockin' boobyage....



















