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While most potential rap stars try to find their place among the boom-bap enthusiasts and mainstream hard-core rap world, Cobraconda is working on an aesthetic that's all about the party and nothing but the party. With music best described as life imitating art, the two keep the party gangster while kicking real rhymes with original production and hilarious themes (keep an eye out for The Carter 27, a response to the ongoing series of album releases by Lil Wayne). And there is nothing they're more qualified to write about than the art of the party. Their sound has been described as the love child of LMFAO and 2 Live Crew, and their style is so raunchy and drug-laced, you couldn't get higher if you put the CD directly on your tongue.
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There's no shortage of dreamy, washed-out vibes in indie music these days, but Real Estate -- which hails from the not-so-sunny suburb of Ridgewood, New Jersey -- is doling out reverb rock with the best of them. The quartet's sophomore album, Days, glides listlessly through its ten tracks, recalling the long afternoons of youth that played out on sidewalks and skateboards, when the only thing worth hurrying for was the approaching ice cream truck. Songs like "Easy" and "Out of Tune" are neat containers of guitar pop bathed in the warm glow of vintage gear. There are no drum machines or square-tone synths here -- just a few languid chords, breathy vocals, and the feeling of a simple good time. That's more than enough
Jay Munly's presence can be a bit frightening at times. And with some of the Lupercalians wearing black robes and cone hats and others wearing burlap hoods at their shows, the whole experience treads on the verge of being downright creepy -- probably not something you'd want to take your five-year-old daughter to. But if you wanted her, or anyone else, to get a completely different take on the children's tale Peter and the Wolf, written over seventy years ago by Russian composer Sergei Prokofiev, just park her between a pair of speakers and have her behold the dark glory of Munly & the Lupercalians' Petr & the Wulf. There's still some of the gothic country of Slim Cessna's Auto Club, of which Munly is co-frontman, but sometimes the twang is stripped away in favor of a completely different musical experience that can be as joyous as it is sinister.
Check out our newly revamped concert calendar for a complete listing of all of tonight's shows. Page down for rundown of tomorrow night's best bets.