The boys of Jamaica Plain, MA, Caleb Johannes and Eric Farber, make up Truman Peyote. Drawing on the inspiration of music collectives like Breakfast of Champs, Truman Peyote mashes up genres as craftily as basket weavers weave baskets. Their new song, “New Wife, New Life” is Animal Collective-tinged, pulsating with tribal chant and sampled helter skelter. Download “New Wife, New Life” here, and check out more of their tracks on Truman Peyote’s MySpace.
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Santos Party House, New York City
“This is all we got tonight,” sang Free Energy in raggedy, homespun harmonies. It was the sentiment, however, not the vocals, which resonated in their early set. They played an agreeable synthesis of classic, at times psychedelic, rock (two raging, and dueling, Epiphone Les Pauls) and post-punk dance music (propulsive rhythms and a skinny, dancing front man), instantly becoming the best bar band around without even playing a cover. Whether their sound could convince a dance floor is dubious, despite their tambourine and cowbell qualifications. As new additions to the DFA family, though, I’m sure I’ll be proven wrong reasonably soon.
Bell House, Brooklyn
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Mercury Lounge, New York City
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