rules: put your music library on shuffle. list the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten people.
I was tagged by @nervous—subject a lil while ago. I couldn’t resist this but I mostly stream these days so I’m just gonna list 10 songs I’m loving right now. First half is indie rock-ish, latter is more electronic.
It’s been a little more than 2 years since I stumbled upon a song called “Castigadas en el Granero” by a band called Deers. The lo-fi garage instrumentals, along with a duo of intoxicating vocals singing in an apathetic yet catchy melody, caught my attention and I became an instant fan. It wasn’t to my knowledge at the time that the band were being threatened by another group with a similar name for having a similar name, so by the end of the year, they became known as Hinds, which funny enough, is a female deer. The all-female indie rock group from Spain shredded their way into stardom by performing an insane year-long world tour after the release of their debut album Leave Me Alone in the beginning of 2016. After their tour, they caught a little break to relax and write new material, but not too long after that, Hinds are back in tour; only this time, they brought along some friends as co-headliners. Those friends are 5 dudes from Chicago, Illinois known as Twin Peaks.
The show unexpectedly started early (7:30 p.m. to be exact). 5 guys took stage and played in front of the half-filled venue. The singer introduced themselves, but because of the crowd noise and his accent, I was unable to catch their name which was only mentioned that time. It’s unfortunate because they played well. All songs were sung in Spanish, so it’s probable that they’re from another country like Hinds. The performance was a bit timid but still a solid one. After the unknown name band finished, Twin Peaks were ready and set to go.
The venue filled up. Lights turned dim. Instrument cases were tagged in spray paint and an old boxed television was tagged as well but with the initials “TP”. As soon as they set stage, the television turns on and shows static. What I love about Twin Peaks is their attitude on stage. For example, singer and guitarist, Cadien James swings his head at crazy speed left to right. It’s very entertaining to watch. Twin Peaks opened with a song with a title I don’t remember. I listen to their music sometimes and this was my second time seeing the band perform live. However, my main problem with Twin Peaks is that several of their songs are forgettable. They’re not bad at all, I just tend to mistake a lot of their songs with another because they have similar sounds. I was glad to recognize when they played their hits “Making Breakfast”, “Walk to the One You Love”, and “Have You Ever?”, but as for the rest, I had trouble distinguishing song titles. Nevertheless, it did not stop me from enjoying their set as did everyone else.
Hinds were up next and the lights completely turned off. I felt ecstatic seeing them on stage for the second time. Last I saw them was a year ago and they looked stunning as ever. Drummer Amber Grimbergen started with bass drum kicks that were so loud my heartbeat whopped along with it. They then kicked off with what seemed like a new song. The dirty, lo-fi, and twangy instruments and vocals just conveyed an ambiance of a good time. It’s what their music reminds me of. The perfect soundtrack for a Friday night in a bar drinking with your friends. Carlotta Cosial’s high raspy voice is so charming even when it breaks. When she screams into the mic and her voice cracks, it’s music to mine and plenty of others’ ears. Fan favorite “Garden” and “Bamboo” drew the loudest cheers and “Castigadas en el Granero” drew my loudest cheer. What probably drew the loudest of all was from the new and never been performed song. Carlotta begged the crowd not to record since it’s fairly new. The sound of the song was a definite bridge for their next project and I’m excited to see what comes next. By the last song, some drunk rude guy disrespected them in a vulgar manner. Ana (singer, guitarist) called him out and it was satisfying to see him get kicked out. She then calls for all the ladies to join them on stage and sing along to “Davey Crockett”. It was a powerful thing to witness the crowd of women up on stage. They’ve come a long way in such a short time. From Barn, to Leave Me Alone, to the Leave Me Alone World Tour, and Coachella, Hinds are a must-watch.
Santa Ana’s Observatory wasn’t as packed as usual; it was a Wednesday night after all. This still baffled me because Twin Peaks and Hinds were going to play, two bands who have made names for themselves in the garage rock scene. The people who didn’t attend are no doubt regretting losing the opportunity to witness both groups grace Orange County.
Los Blenders, garage rockers from Mexico City, kicked off the night with a punk- and surf-drenched set which was spirited yet subdued. Their sound was reminiscent of the Ramones, and so were the lead vocalist’s denim jacket and bowl cut. They played several songs off of past EPs and their LP Chavos Bien including “Playa Jacó”, shouting and coolly nodding as they rocked out.
The hype for Twin Peaks began before they came onstage. A crowd of girls pushed their way to the barricade, screaming as they set up. “Clay, what happened to your ear?” one concerned fan asked guitarist and vocalist Clay Frankel about his bandaged left ear, which did not stop him from giving his all. The first song they played, the catchy “Butterfly”, immediately got everyone dancing. “Boomers” sparked a raucous mosh pit that lasted until the end of the Chicago natives’ set, aside from when they slowed things down with “Wanted You.” All the beaming, sweaty teens in the crowd sang along enthusiastically as they and the band gave each other the energy to go hard the entire time (keyboardist Colin Croom put nearly all of his upper body into the performance). The camaraderie between both bands was as strong as ever when Hinds came out to perform a song with them, laughing and having a hell of a time.
Hot Chocolate’s “You Sexy Thing” summoned the dancing, singing ladies of Hinds back onstage, foreshadowing the delightfully fun set to come. The Spanish band did not let the energy wane despite the fact that the tour was almost over and they had played in sweltering Coachella heat days earlier. They interacted with the audience and joked with each other while dancing around the stage, throwing in choreographed moves here and there. The sisterhood between the bandmates shined in their joyful performance; they complemented each other as a unit, which further engrossed the crowd. When somebody struck a wrong chord, it did not faze anyone on- or off-stage because they rocked with such contagious authenticity and passion; if anything, this added to their punk spirit.
Hinds played favorites like “Trippy Gum”, “San Diego”, “Warts”, and “Chili Town”, which fans danced, moshed, and sang along to with abandon. They obliged to pleas for them to play “Bamboo” and even “Holograma”, their only Spanish song. Fans also had the pleasure of hearing a new song, which guitarist, vocalist, and founding member Carlotta Cosials begged the audience not to record. At one point, Ana Perrote, the other founder, called out a man who kept giving the band the middle finger and spilling beer on people, requesting that security threw him out. She made the point that it is important that she uses her voice since not every girl was in the position where they could make the show a safer space, a feminist message which can be applied to many situations. During the encore, Perrote and Cosials continued fostering an environment for women by summoning all the girls in the room to join them onstage for their cover of Thee Headcoat’s “Davey Crockett” (I eagerly jumped up there to sing next to Perrote myself). Once the rowdiness subsided, the band hugged fans and invited them to hang at the merch table, an afterparty of sorts.
It was plain to see that Twin Peaks and Hinds are forces to be reckoned with, together or separate, although it was a memorable combination. The energy they put forth and their close bonds with each other was translated back at them by the crowd as adoration. These bands did not just play a gig, they made us feel like we were their friends too.
Sold out shows at the Observatory are usually reserved for generally well-known acts. Galantis, Big Sean, ODESZA, Joey Bada$$, all of these artists would expect to sell out the medium-sized venue fairly quickly. So you can only imagine my surprise when I heard that tickets to see Rich Chigga, aka 17-year old funnyman and ex-viner Brian Imanuel, were all sold out. No, not the smaller club-like Constellation Room. The Indonesian trap-rapper and all around hypeman, with only 8 songs under his belt (2 of which are just remixes of his other songs), actually attracted a large enough following to have people on the UCI Facebook page reselling the tickets for nearly double the value! And while his performance was one of the shorter ones I’ve seen live (no opening acts and only an already-faded DJ to get the crowd pumped), it was arguably the most intense 48 minutes SanTana has seen in a long time. Wearing a drum captain jacket straight out of Michael Jackson’s closet and a turtleneck/gold chain combo underneath, the rising star began the show with one of his earlier songs, “Who That Be”.
With floorboards shaking from the bass and a whole crowd rapping alongside him, Rich Chigga’s performance was backed by a squad of friends diving off stage and throwing water and champagne into the crowd. Some notable amigos included Chris Cartier, who jumped on the mic for a few verses, and the YouTube devil himself, Joji Miller aka Filthy Frank. Halfway through the show, he stopped the tracks, and proceeded to show a powerpoint on the stage dedicated to his family (it was Mother’s Day, after all!).
The show ended on a high note, as he performed “Dat Stick”, the song that got him famous in the first place (he actually performed it twice). Like a burning red giant that ends in a supernova, the performance was short lived but awesome to the highest degree. Not bad for his first trip to America.