Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Leftover Cuties (We're Talking About The Band)
Friday, September 17, 2010
Filter Presents: Culture Collide Festival (10/7-10/10)

FILTER, festivals and food trucks! Oh my! What does every half-employed, LA-based hipster love? Vivacious tunes with a side of PBR and grilled cheese, of course! Luckily, FILTER Magazine has decided to appeal to the music masses and offer up a multi-day street festival composed of radical bands from all over the world, and delectable food trucks from all over the city. Seriously, what’s better than that? The answer is: nothing. We’re lucky enough to live in Sunshine Central with an over-abundance of creative minds all looking to let loose and get their dance on. So let’s prove to our parents that our college degrees were worth it, and take advantage of this. Don’t make me tell you twice.
October 7th through 10th FILTER magazine is taking over the streets of Echo Park and Downtown to give us musical, as well as edible, deliciousness. From Klaxons to Sea Wolf, and Casiokids to Caribou, they’ve got a United Nations of enticing beats to appeal to your own individual tastes. Wristbands for all four days are a mere $20 - that’s $5 per day, or to put it in hipster terms, is the near-equivalent to one PBR on tap during Cha Cha Lounge’s happy hour. For more information go to culturecollide.com, or better yet, take my word for it and get your ticket directly from ticketweb.com. It’ll be the best (and least expensive) decision you made since... well, let’s face it, you guys probably make bad decisions all the time. Buy your ticket, and then proceed to make your bad decisions at the festival in typical LA-fashion, you’ll be happy you did.
by Lauren Lomma
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
SUPERGOODMUSIC NYC: Lomma's Trip To East Coast Hipster Heaven
If you ever make your way to New York City during the muggy summer months that most people avoid like the plague (think: over-crowded, over-heated subway systems and a pungent aroma of homeless wanderers with their accompanying excrement frying in the sun), you will find yourself with a plethora of musically delicious options that will surely detract from your seemingly overwhelming olfactory sense. With an abundance of thrifty (and nifty) happenings all around the city for three summer months, you hardly even need to have a job! That said, you should totally get a job because, let’s face it, living on your buddy’s couch or in your parent’s basement or in cardboard boxes that some New Yorker's call home is so not hip n’ cool.
So on one of these particular steamy New York City weekends, I thought it a good idea to invest one night in making my way over to one of the inexpensive, if not free, shows on Governors Island. A short subway ride and a ferry trip later, and I made my way through the island and toward the expanse of land where the stage was set up for Los Angeles' own Local Natives to play.

Local Natives is a band that reminds me of The xx - not necessarily in sound but in quality. Both are very good bands, but both have only released one album. Sure, pretty much every song on that album is relatively delicious, but when you go see them, there isn’t going to be too many surprises in the set list or in the sound. As I had predicted, they ended their set with the most obvious choice, “Sun Hands”, but the hit by far of the night was my own personal favorite, “Wide Eyes”, a track with a ridiculously sweet beat and darkly enchanting lyrics. Local Natives, like The xx, is the kind of good quality band where you can go to a show, close your eyes, and not really know whether you are sitting alone in your car or standing amongst a swarm of people in the middle of Governors Island.
They sound exactly like their album, which is good, but it also means there are no surprises up their sleeve... but can you really expect a monstrous light show, an epic jam session, or elaborate costumes from a mellow indie band? Not really. So my point is that they are good. Would I pay $60 to see them at this point in their career? No. But for a mere $10 (the near-equivalent to purchasing their album on iTunes), I got to hear them play outside on a beautiful summer night with a cold beer in hand, the New York City skyline serving as a backdrop, and not through my low-quality car speakers while sitting in agonizing traffic on the 101.
Another New York City summer time treat is the free Jelly Pool Parties at the Williamsburg Waterfront in Brooklyn. These parties are like a daytime hipster haven complete with a misting station and epic city views. I mean, what does every New York-based hipster want to do on a lazy Sunday afternoon? The answer is simple: head to the motherland (aka Williamsburg), drink beer, and sprawl out on the grass between sweet beat dance-offs. Oh yes, that’s right. There were dance-offs... which felt more like train wrecks so bad that you couldn't not look, except in this case the trains were being driven by post-meth-head hipster-wannabes.
On this particular weekend, I ventured out to see Cut Copy. It was a beautiful Sunday, and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than basking in the sunshine at a free concert in Brooklyn. By the time I arrived there, Memory Tapes was playing, who proved to be a nice backdrop to my hangover. Finally, Cut Copy took the stage and opened with a very delicious track, “Lights & Music." This was followed by old and new hits including “Hearts on Fire”, “Going Nowhere” and “Blink and You’ll Miss a Revolution”. There were points in the show where I wasn’t sure if the Melbourne-based band was actually even playing their instruments, mostly because it seemed the song kept going even while all the band members had their hands up in the air. Due to my profound respect and love for this particular band, I’m just going to chalk the phantom playing up to a mere hangover hallucination. Either way, the Jelly Pool Parties are great New York City summertime fun, and free music from synth-band heavy-hitters? Well, that’s just heaven, hipster heaven.
Post/Pictures by Lauren Lomma
Monday, August 9, 2010
A Night With Chromeo (Lommabot Checks in From NYC)
The humidity plaguing the streets of New York was nothing in comparison to the heat being generated inside the Bowery Ballroom on this particular Thursday night. Bodies bounced against each other, everyone danced in excitement as Holy Ghost! belted out some delicious tunes. The Passion Pit-esque quality of their beats was a welcome change to the classic DJ sets they usually dole out. The crowd bopped their heads and moved their bodies in approval, though they were all really waiting in anticipation for the headliner: Chromeo. Unbeknownst to the fans who pummeled their way to the foot of the stage, Dave 1 and P-Thugg were saddled up in the back near the bar. Dave 1 nodding to the beat, clad in all white with some sort of retro/hipster Jew-fro hybrid atop his head. P-Thugg, however, talked it up to a sassy brunette chick, only exiting after finally catching her digits.
P-Thugg
The lights glared on, and the classic intro of “Chro-me-o. Oooh! Oh!” blasted through the speakers; the crowd was instantly electrified. The duo came to the stage, Dave 1 donning a pair of classic wayfarers to shield himself from the glaring lights. They opened with a song from their soon-to-be released album, “Business Casual”, and throughout the night they alternated from promising new songs to reliable super-jams off their previous albums. The Hall & Oates of the electro era managed to excite the masses with classic hits such as “Fancy Footwork” and “Bonafied Lovin’”, as well as a Dire Straits cover, “Money For Nothing." Rocking out under the hot lights of the stage these two are the super-hip electrofunk geniuses known as Chromeo, where as moments earlier they were merely David and Patrick of Montreal: just a couple of hipsters admiring another fellow musician, being oh-so cool sipping on their cheap beers and lavishing in the advances of the ladies. One ridiculously amazing set and an encore of “Momma’s Boy” later, and every New Yorker in the place was dripping in sweat, grinning from ear-to-ear, and running home to scoop up tickets to whatever Chromeo show they could hit up next.