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Beach Slang Bring Their Noughties Revival to the Troubadour
Brent Smith
May 9, 2016
Smack dab in the middle of their USA Spring Tour, Beach Slang packed the Troubadour and brought their revived noughties sound that’s got people buzzing from coast to coast. What’s that sound, you ask? Emo revival? So soon? Well, you be the judge. It’s not FIDLAR, but it’s not exactly Fallout Boy either (sigh of relief). Lead singer James Alex is another shining, sweaty example of how it’s never too late to punk—even for dads. Like imagine if Jason Bateman’s character in Juno hit it big instead of creeping on a pregnant teenager. What I was really stoked on were the opening acts: California, Dyke Drama, and Potty Mouth. It’s always nice to get to know some non-local talent up close and personal, and Beach Slang was bringing new noise from all over the map. The night kicked off with newly-formed, SF-based California, fronted by touring-guitarist-turned-official-member of Green Day, Jason White, Jawbreaker drummer, Adam Phaler and Dustin Clark of The Insides. As White graciously introduced each song—tracks like “Bad Direction,” “Cut & Paste,” and “No Hoodoo”—a few circa-2000 punks showed up out of the woodwork, witnessing a 3-piece of alt-rock vets riding the new west coast garage wave, diving in
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Staying Alive with Cursive at The Echoplex
Danny Baraz
February 23, 2015
The genres of 90s emo, post-hardcore and screamo never appealed to me, however, Cursive stood out more than any other band from that era. The Saddle Creek Records darlings from Omaha, Nebraska are one of those rare bands that transcended any genre they were associated with. On February 20th, 2015, Cursive played to a sold out crowd at The Echoplex with supporting bands Twinsmith and Beach Slang. I had been anticipating this show for quite some time. Unfortunately, I only caught the last few songs of Beach Slang. They were quite engaging with the audience and kept everyone entertained. I wish I could say more about their set but my attention was steered away. Apparently, this drunken buffoon had a problem with me standing in a spot he preferred to be in. So we argued over it and I held my ground as I got mean mugged the rest of Beach Slang’s set. The Echoplex was packed and people moved straight to the stage once Beach Slang finished. It was nearly impossible to get to the front but I managed. All at once everyone cheered as they saw Tim Kasher and the crew come out. They eased into their set to
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