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Perfect Pussy Plays Bishop


By brancook
Published Jan 29, 2014 1:05 pm

Perfect Pussy's sound is as abrasive as their name.

Their punk set at the Bishop Tuesday night was electrifying. The

Syracuse rockers attempted to shake the walls down as they cranked up

their amps to excruciating loudness. I wore earplugs for the whole

show, and my ears still rang afterward.

Bassist Greg Ambler thrashed around the stage as he assaulted the

strings of his instrument. Drummer Garrett Koloski pounded the cymbals

like he was smashing windows in. Frontwoman Meredith Graves gyrated in

front of her band mates as she screamed her heartfelt-but-venomous

lyrics through a distorting amplifier. Shaun Sutkus, who mans the

synths, blazed an obliterating path through the band's music with even

more noise.

Rowdy moshers in the front of the crowd made beer-holders near them

anxious. One kid, after spending one song nonchalantly tapping his

toes, ran headfirst into the mosh pit and barreled into another

concertgoer. A kid in tight black jeans, black combat boots and a

sleeveless white t-shirt jumped off of the stage and ricocheted into

the perilous pit. Necks were whiplashed, toes were trampled and

"rock-on" fists were raised. It was a truly ecstatic environment.

Until about 20 minutes in to the band's set, at which point they

abruptly stopped playing.

"You should have left after the good bands played," Graves, referring

to openers Raw McCartney and Bastard Club, said with tongue in cheek.

"Thanks for staying," she added.

Perfect Pussy were the headliners of the show, and went last in the

lineup, as is customary. Pitchfork fell in love with the group's debut

demo cassette, "I have lost all desire for feeling," and with

notoriety from them, Graves and her band had to assume people would

start seeking them out.

Raw McCartney and Bastard Club both played for about 45 minutes. Raw

McCartney leaned more toward noise rock while Bastard Club's sound was

decidedly more post-hardcore. But while both groups had good,

energetic sets, the people at the Bishop paid eight dollars to see the

headliner.

So it's disappointing that Perfect Pussy played for such a short

time. In their defense, they've only released five songs to date. But

they're readying a new album for release in March and surely have

those songs in their arsenal. Plus, in the world of punk, there's

about a million hip covers to cook up.

I haven't seen many punk shows beyond watching Wire's set at

Pitchfork Music Festival over the summer. So I admit I'm not hugely

familiar with the music's culture, and I don't know if it's common

practice for punk bands to quit after 20 minutes. If so, it's a stupid

common practice.

The band was on a roll up until they stopped, and the audience was

having a great time. It was a lose-lose situation for them to cut

their set short, and more than a little insulting for all the broke

college students who shelled out eight bucks to see them.

On the plus side, it's the earliest I've ever gotten to bed after a

show at the Bishop.

Post by Jacob Klopfenstein


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