FRIDAY:
>>> No flies on John Redden: The Godfather (actually, father, pictured) of Socket is quick to start a post-Silk City life with Hands And Knees, his new Motherfucker-inspired Friday night weekly at The M Room. This week’s guest: Julian S Process. $5, free PBR 10-11pm.
>>> We’re going to be the band that writes the song/that makes Israel and Palestine get along. Yes you are, Art Brut. Yes, you bloody well are. (See Cap’n Freeshit below.)
SATURDAY:
>>> Homos and hipsters, let us join this Saturday night in an unholy union that will rattle Rittenhouse from the old Jewish ladies and crazy antique-y queens that have unfairly posessed it for years. The freaks are taking the park back, you squares, and we won’t stop until we’re sniggering to ourselves on Monday morning when we’re in line for COMMUNITY COURT. Someday, the Center City District will thank us. Our starting point: The Fabric Party with DJ Adam Sparkles, Devil’s Alley, 1907 Chestnut.
>>> Perhaps you’re going to see Death Cab For Cutie/Franz Ferdinand/The Cribs at the Tweeter Center? Well, we’ll save you the email in which you wonder aloud: Is that Joey Sweeney DJing in the lobby? Yes. Yes it is. I mean, no, it’s not. It’s not.
>>> More Wolfmother in the monitor, please! At the North Star, with Asteroid #4 spin-off Unfaithful Servants and Die! Die! Die!
>>> Art Brut is playing again at Haverford College, but you didn’t hear it from us, you scary pederast.
>>> Speaking of: Blowfly at the Khyber. With Phil Moore Browne.
>>> This is also quite awesome: InLiquid.com’s Immersion Closing Party with a special live performance from N¸-gaze darlings Mahogany. Repeat after me at the party and you’ll totally get some art school poon: “Hey, I hear the new Mahogany record was produced by Robin Guthrie of the Cocteau Twins. You know, he also produced some great stuff by Felt.”
SUNDAY:
>>> It’s odd that such a thing happens, and this is why I bring it up: For the last few weeks, I’ve been having a total Arab Strap moment. However many years in, and I’ve just started to appreciate their music on a level that is not all about how awesome that dude Aidan Moffat sounds saying the dirtiest, filthiest shit in that Scottish brogue. No, man, I’m getting into the tunes. Maybe it’s like a fine wine, this Arab Strap. Anyway, just thought I’d share. Arab Strap: Not Just For Perverts Anymore. At The Khyber, 8pm, $12, with openers we don’t know dick about.

This entry was posted on Friday, April 7th, 2006 at 2:28 pm.