Rock n’roll has had many different iterations over the years, but in all its chameleon like stages it has maintained its sense of rebellion which made it so exciting, and scandalous, in the 50’s.  All that is required of a rock n’roll band is that essence of insolence regardless of whatever else you sprinkle in.

With Bad Motivators insolence comes in spades; loud guitars, sarcasm, pizza, with some occasional harmonies make up the dynamic quartet. On a song like ‘Too High’ Bad Motivators marry a good olde Chuck Berry riff with snotty lyrics that can’t even… Like, “I’m not even gonna bother talking to you because I just can’t.” Throw in a cool little surf shack organ vibe a la the B-52’s and you’ve nearly satiated yourself with a pretty cool laissez-faire punk song.

Check out these sarcastic, pizza loving rockers at The Lo-Fi tonight with Spirit Award, Lucy, and Gothic Tropic

You're slummin' it in a warehouse. Nobody has caught on yet to your escapades; sneaking bread from the nearby cantina, and bird-washing at the local 7 day convenience. You're doing it because life is too short to waste your workday on somebody else's dream and there's no denyin' that the beer tastes better with a heft o'liberty thrown in. While you're at it start a band and do it cause 'why the fuck not?' You can use the warehouse space to throw shows, or better yet practice to no one and be as loud and carefree as possible, while shot-gunning beers the whole time.

Call yourself Killer Ghost and haunt the walls around you. Scare of the neighborhood rats with more sass than Kim Fowley and blast your speakerbox as loud as possible with the complete Nuggets box. Make sure the noise is pointed out the window at a nearby dumpster so that all the 'punks' can hear it and begin to question their ethos. They will ask themselves "do I really need my studded belt, or can I just wear my conviction on my sleeve and join those Killer Ghosts in that warehouse and haunt America with apathy?"

Ask Killer Ghost all these questions and more at Cha Cha Sunday, Feb, 22nd @ 8:30

 Our shared reality knows some things to be true; when it’s raining you get wet, the sun is hot, and guitar sounds like a guitar. But the abhorrence of traditional values and exploration outside this shared reality will show that musical timbres aren’t always what they seem to be, and things that may be obvious on the outside can often reveal new secret tonalities.

It’s the lines between where Charms straddle their success as neither a pop band nor a noise group.  When you look at them on a stage you’ll see keys, guitar, drums and a mic, and for a while you may effectively be duped into thinking that this is just another rock band. But when Eleazer spins on his heals and engages his rainbow machine pedal, things suddenly turn into a baffling display of sonic mastery. Josh oscillates his synths into a noisy rhythmic beat and Ray commands a small avalanche behind the drums, enforcing a sonic mood that is reminiscent of Mission of Burma’s noisy brand of post punk.

But it’s not all chaos and noise; underneath the obscured and effected timbres lays the pop tones of Metal Box, or even The Wipers. Eleazer and the boys have harnessed a knack for writing indelible hooks that are bent on the political climates and dystopian love affairs that only a synth could describe. Using volume as a great uniter to push forward Eleazer’s Johnny rotten-esque croons, Charms will certainly put the hex on you and your ears as you are helplessly overcome in a freakish post punk fantasy.

 Table and Chairs is Seattle’s experimental jazz label that has brought us the way out Bad Luck; the prog-power ballads of Heatwarmer, and ever changing Racer Sessions. Tonight they present to us the electronic edition of their second Wednesdays at vermillion series currated by David Balatero of Sister Girlfriend who has assemble an impressive roster of Seattle's finest improvisers. 

 Raica weaves pushy bass lines through electronic caverns, while stalac-pipe organs drip murky sounds onto the dance floor. White noise precipitates past our senses from the thick atmosphere, and light dissipates on the damp walls of our eardrums. She encourages the listener to take their time developing and evolving with her while she sets the stage for a subtle climax much like Daphne Oram’s outer explorations and the moonscapes of ‘Electronic Meditation’ –era Tangerine Dream.

 While, Mood Organ marries the electronic harps of Ash Ra and a heft of FM synth funk, (minus a hand clap), Timm Mason’s solo efforts are more akin to the dense atmospheres of Popul Vuh and other musik kosmiche of that era. Curious to see the pairing with Kaori Suzuki, who uses her own custom built synthesizers to get to frequencies we weren’t quite sure existed prior to hearing them. Her company Magic Echo Music has been producing uniquely crafted electronics for a while now. On MEM’s website Kaori reports: “We'll be using the MEM CICCS as a shared interface between the two of us. It will be part XOR logic guessing game, Rainforest-esque feedback and I don't know what else?”

 And to round out the evening is Newaxeyes; who summon glitch-hop guitar lullabies that battle against cold the machinations of sampled drum pads.  Their recent 12” release, ‘Assange/Church,’ wouldn’t be out of place in-between the post rock scriptures of Constellation records and the swagger of ‘Yesterdays New Quintet.’ Though impossible to peg and ever evolving out of chaos, Newaxeyes carve out the notch in our record collections that we’ve been waiting to be filled. Go buy it now.

 The experiments sound off at Vermillion Gallery tonight at 8PM

Sunshine Subconscious is the progressive neo-soul child of drummer and bandleader Tommy Whiteside the IV. Taking the grit from Daptone records and the musical dexterity of Roy Ayers, I’d be surprised if everybody didn’t love this sunshine. On Rewrite the Pages, Tommy describes an existential journey through “pain and pleasure,” disarming himself to natures duality while still questioning and expressing disbelief in the laws we have been told to believe. The result is a song that lays in-between the coolness of jazz subtlety and the hostility of spiritual anarchy.

To realize his vision of utopia, Tommy has amassed an impressive cast of Cornish cats to lend their services; Bret Gardin (of Newaxeyes) makes waves as lead vocalizer, while Phinehas Nyang’Oro searches for the lost guitar chord, and Jackie Sandberg drives the songs down the dirtiest Rhodes you’ve ever been on. Together, with Tommy on the skins, the make up is a unique blend of psychedelic aesthetics and honed jazz chops. So if you ever wanted a crispier, dirtier Steely Dan or a less cynical Eugene McDaniels, then sit back and let your Sunshine Subconscious take control.

Sunshine Subconscious plays at the Triple Door Musicquarium on Tuesday, February, 10th, at 8PM