Science Club played an arguably successful show in Philadelphia on Friday. Many people need to be thanked:
- Thanks to the friendly bartender who showed us how to use the bar’s soundsystem. You could have been a real snotty douche about that and you took the high road instead. I’m so jazzed on that, I don’t even mind you hitting on my girlfriend.
- Thanks to the guitar player from the second band for letting me use your amp. Again, douch-ness could have run rampant here in so many ways, but you decided to just up and show me where the “drity” knob was and let it fly. Good look, my man. I’m glad so many people danced during your set.
- Thanks to the guitar player from the third band for rocking a horrible mustache. Your Claudio Sanchez-meets-Cedric Bixler look was a constant source of enjoyment for me. This should be of no consequence to you, of course. Your band is from Brooklyn and that look is practically jumping the shark up there. Not to mention, you rocked the house pretty sufficiently, so fuck me, right? Good on ya, either way.
- Thanks to J. Fox for letting us open the show. I know that, because I am friends with these dudes, everything I say is suspect but I do not understand why this band isn’t a group of mega-stars. If you are into the whole lo-fi, garage-sensibility, 90s-revival going on right now, you need to check out this band. I’ve been jealous of plenty of songwriters in my day, but never as much as I am of Justin and Dan (probably because I can reach out and touch them).
- Thanks to friends Jim and Stu for coming out.
- Most important of all, thank you, Super Drunk Woman who is Turning 30 Next Month. You danced to all of our songs, asked them to be shorter, asked us to play longer, called us “Science Stuff” and eventually fell asleep face-down at the bar. You were the MVP of the whole she-bang, and I will remember you always.
We’re recording an EP at the end of February. More updates as that happens.
All the old hits, some of the new hits.
- Song in the Sea
- Video Killed the Radio Star
- Funky C
- I’m Proud of Your Cub Scout
- Dancing in the Dark
- Go Boldly
- The Best Ever Death Metal Band
Well, how about that shit? We’re playing a show this Friday (1/28).
It’s at The Tritone at 15t and South Steet in Philadelphia, PA.
It’ll probably start around 7 p.m.
There’ll probably be a cover of about $8.
We’re playing with J. Fox.
Here’s the thing about J. Fox: I used to play in a band with Joey, the band’s drummer, and we would regularly book shows with both of us on the bill, which meant that Joey would have to play drums twice in one night. It’s not like we were playing death metal, but that’s still a high demand for a guy. Anyway, I think J.Fox is the bees knees and you would be a goddamn idiot not to check them out.
So, uh. That’s it, I guess. We aren’t going to practice for this show, so if you want to make requests, we might try to play em for the fuck of it.
The handsomest band in the handsomest land.
In the interest of all this New Year’s nonsense, here’s a demo Nick and I did at his house. Right now, it is about ducks (OR IS IT?) (Nah, it is totally about ducks). We’re going to rewrite it with less mistakes in the middle and actual word. Hopefully it’ll sound less like Raffi-meets-the Violent Femmes when we’re done with it.
The Mighty Us
From the Next Big Thing's record release show. We were the worst / fastest band there.
Happy 2011 to all.
Science Club will hopefully do the following things in the next few months:
- Record some manner of demo / EP, complete with album art and (potentially) physical copies for purchase.
- Play at least a few shows, including one in Brooklyn NY, where I promise to get dangerously drunk and make everyone feel uncomfortable. This show may potentially feature our frenemies in the Next Big Thing, whose most recent EP features the best album-closing punk song since “The Disaster March.”
- I haven’t run this by Joe and Nick yet, but I’d like to make a T-shirt. Not that I really expect anyone to shell out money for a Science Club shirt, but I feel the best way to prove that you were ever a band is to get a t-shirt made, because then there is physical proof you existed, but no audio evidence of shitiness, so I can lie to people in the future about how awesome it was the one time my band opened up for Japanther in someone’s basement in Philadelphia.
In the mean time, here are a few demos for you to scoff at. The first one is a wordless-as-recorded punk song, titled “Morris County Recycles” here, but will be forever known as “I’m Proud of My Cub Scout” everywhere else. The second is a Christmas song I wrote solely because I had limited-time access to a ukulele. I’ve always liked the idea of writing a Christmas song, but the enterprise is much more difficult in practice than one would realize.
Morris County Recycles
I Am Going To Destroy You (Merry Christmas)