KGNU, Twist & Shout and The AV Club Denver/Boulder present:
Nathaniel Rateliff
Snake Rattle Rattle Snake, Bad Weather California, A Tom Collins
Fri, November 25, 2011
Doors: 7:00 pm / Show: 8:00 pm
The Gothic Theatre$15.00
Off Sale
This event is 16 and over
http://www.gothictheatre.com/event/66863/Nathaniel Rateliff

While recording In Memory of Loss, Rateliff lived in Chicago, working with producer Brian Deck to craft the nuances: mournful harmonica on "You Should've Seen the Other Guy," the ominous organ of "Longing and Losing," propulsive bass drum on "Early Spring Till." Rateliff's Rounder debut is rooted in a bygone era. It's both fresh and classic, imbued with a melancholy nostalgia, the rough candor of rock'n'roll's past and the warmth and earnestness of folk storytellers. Rateliff has a personal connection to the sounds of the 60s and 70s. "It was more about songs, and not about an industry," he says. "It was about a movement, not about making money. I think we're moving back into that again. There's still an importance in actually writing songs again. People are interested in hearing things that make sense."
These thirteen tracks, with their soulful minimalism, certainly make sense. Hints of the music he grew up on – Van Morrison, Muddy Waters, the Beatles—shine through. (Album closer "Happy Just To Be," with its pounding piano chords, is a close cousin to the Lennon-penned "Across the Universe.") Yet Rateliff is also at home in what may be called, for lack of a better term, the neo-folk revival. His voice is so confident that you can occasionally imagine the music dropping out entirely, a song propelled solely by Rateliff's a capella strengths—equal parts church spiritual and TV on the Radio riffing on the Pixies' "Mr. Grieves."
"The one thing that made me want to write and play music was trying to get the same feeling that it gave me when I listened to it," Rateliff says. "Like having an anxiety attack—where you almost start to weep, at the same time feel a strange pressure in your chest." This persistent troubadour has struggled and persevered to this point; now, the wider world is ready for Nathaniel Rateliff. "In Memory of Loss," he says, "is for everyone who's willing to listen."
These thirteen tracks, with their soulful minimalism, certainly make sense. Hints of the music he grew up on – Van Morrison, Muddy Waters, the Beatles—shine through. (Album closer "Happy Just To Be," with its pounding piano chords, is a close cousin to the Lennon-penned "Across the Universe.") Yet Rateliff is also at home in what may be called, for lack of a better term, the neo-folk revival. His voice is so confident that you can occasionally imagine the music dropping out entirely, a song propelled solely by Rateliff's a capella strengths—equal parts church spiritual and TV on the Radio riffing on the Pixies' "Mr. Grieves."
"The one thing that made me want to write and play music was trying to get the same feeling that it gave me when I listened to it," Rateliff says. "Like having an anxiety attack—where you almost start to weep, at the same time feel a strange pressure in your chest." This persistent troubadour has struggled and persevered to this point; now, the wider world is ready for Nathaniel Rateliff. "In Memory of Loss," he says, "is for everyone who's willing to listen."
Snake Rattle Rattle Snake

With songs as seductively venomous as its name suggests, Snake Rattle Rattle Snake began in October 2008 when veterans of the underground music scene in Denver decided to pursue a mutual interest in darkly atmospheric music with a grounding in dance rhythms. Since its debut performance on Valentine's Day 2009, the band has played numerous shows including sharing the stage with the likes of Amazing Baby, Pink Mountaintops, Wovenhand and The Entrance Band. With severe yet ethereal guitars chiming over the top of tribal percussion, shot through with singer Hayley Helmericks' caustic lyrics, Snake sounds like a vital combination of spooky surf band, haunted carnival rock and Siouxsie Sioux fronting a pre-synth-driven New Order. The sense of menace and haunted introspection heard in the act's music ultimately transforms in the end into the kind of catharsis born of vanquishing personal demons with a joyfully cinematic flair. One of this band's secret weapons is the interlocking rhythmic structure created by dual percussionists Andrew Warner and Kit Peltzel. The rich percussive textures allow the seething whirl of guitar interplay between Doug Spencer and Wilson Helmericks to ride on the waves of James Yardley's driving bass lines. The resultant harrowing aesthetic is one shared with the early releases of The Rapture and Goblin's soundtrack work for Dario Argento. Always an inspiringly compelling live act, Snake Rattle Rattle Snake is poised to strike out of the insular Denver rock scene and into wider pastures. -Tom Murphy
Bad Weather California

Bad Weather California -- the minute-men of the 2010s -- are taking misfit culture back to the streets. A working class band that is in it for life and not just for this week's blogosphere, they're post-internet. Cyber-punk was a futurist's fictional fantasy and here BWC are, living in that digital future, a punk band that doesn't sound like one.
This is American music. Drawing on (perhaps channeling?) The Velvet Underground and post Beatles era John Lennon and Plastic Yoko Ono Band, Bad Weather California is both timeless and classic while somehow being, simultaneously, forward thinking and modern. "The songs should write themselves. The performances should look easy." (Chris BWC)
This is American music. Drawing on (perhaps channeling?) The Velvet Underground and post Beatles era John Lennon and Plastic Yoko Ono Band, Bad Weather California is both timeless and classic while somehow being, simultaneously, forward thinking and modern. "The songs should write themselves. The performances should look easy." (Chris BWC)
A Tom Collins

Before you ask – the answer is "yes". a. Tom Collins is the great-great-grandson of Tom Collins, creator of the eponymous gin cocktail. Other notable relations, near and distant, include British monarch Anne Boleyn, second-man-on-the-moon Buzz Aldrin, fictional detective Hercule Poirot, and saxophonist Clarence Clemons. But here we are, in the present moment, the only time that actually exists – according to Zen Buddhism (and The Stooges) – and a. Tom Collins walks among us; taking note of the wilderness of horrors and occasional blips of joy that are this waking Life – and turning them into boozy, moody, stomp-and-wrangle-worthy anthems of the Now Times. With inexhaustible insight and a smoky voice, Collins slithers, smooths and seduces his notes into your skull and soul; lilting and tilting the moments between awareness and suffering; the hot potato game of tragic flaws; leaning on and propping up love, alternately. When not hammering at a piano and caterwauling the damnable Truth with his amazing band, a. Tom Collins enjoys raising rare and endangered cacti (and select other succulents) in his sprawling conservatory, non-competitive baton-fighting, and sitting alone in a darkened room smoking bidis and watching 16mm loops of WWI newsreels.
Venue Information:
The Gothic Theatre
3263 South Broadway
Englewood, CO, 80113-2425
http://www.gothictheatre.com/
The Gothic Theatre
3263 South Broadway
Englewood, CO, 80113-2425
http://www.gothictheatre.com/



