After playing at San Diegoâ€™s Street Scene, Owl&Bear is ready for more, and Man Man are set to deliver, beginning in Austin on September 27th. Non-stop touring in support of their Anti- Records debut Rabbit Habits has sent Man Man across the US and Europe, and they’re set to do it again.
In October, they’ll be joined by labelmate Tim Fite and his brother, Dr. Leisure.
The showtimes for next weekâ€™s massive Street Scene festival have been released. People with great taste will have the agonizing task of choosing between staying at The New Pornographersâ€™ show or defecting to TV On The Radio halfway through, and dance fans will have to choose between MGMT and Hot Chip, but for the most part things are spread out pretty well. The festivities start one week from today, so be sure to snatch up some tickets if you havenâ€™t done so already.
For the scant few who havenâ€™t heard yet, San Diegoâ€™s annual Street Scene festival will once again be rearing its enormous head on September 19th and 20th.
The colossal all-ages event brings a whopping forty bands on four stages to downtown San Diego, including Beck, Spoon, TV On The Radio, MGMT, The New Pornographers, The National, Cold War Kids, Justice, X, and longtime Owl&Bear favorites/interviewees Man Man. And for anybody who feels overwhelmed by the sheer number of great bands performing and would like to introduce a little suckiness into their dietâ€”and would like that suckiness to sound like Paul Simon vomitingâ€”have no fear, because Vampire Weekend will also be performing.
For a band whose live performances are marked by their theatricality and infectious intensity, The Silent Comedyâ€™s recordings can be surprisingly intimate affairs. Their debut full-length, Sunset Stables, emphasized narrative and restraint over whiskey drinking and foot stomping, and now, on their self-titled EP, they pick up where that record left off.
From the opening moments of maudlin country ballad â€œDaisyâ€, The Silent Comedy draws you into a rich world of broken bottles and shattered hearts. The song nimbly swells, retreats, then swells again, a ribcage barely containing the heart within. J. Johnâ€™s vocals intertwine in a tender duet with I. Forbesâ€™ gorgeous violin, and when he begs, â€œBreak me, Daisyâ€, itâ€™s hard to believe that she hasnâ€™t done so already.