Dive - The Satellite - 4/19/12
Better than... not keeping it country.
Last night east-coast rockers Dive, who have been building a strong buzz through publications like Pitchfork, played a surprising set at The Satellite. They are a group of thin white guys from Brooklyn -- a trope that has, deserved or not, come to symbolize the nightmarish outpouring of mediocre indie-rock that we've been forced to endure. The thing is, Dive didn't sound like your run-of-the-mill re-appropriated this-is-from-New York-so-it-must be good indie garbage.
Their jangly off-kilter songs were more shoe-gaze meets psychedelic rock. They weren't afraid to break out or get excellently noisy, as they did when they played a Nirvana cover which was so mired in sound that it was unrecognizable. And drummer Colby Hewitt, who used to play with garage-rockers Smith Westerns, added a heavy (and welcome) rambunctious thump to the set.
There was also a surf-y element to their sound, not overly obvious but clearly evident, which makes you wonder if (gasp) the West Coast is actually influencing New York a bit. Dive is a relatively new band, been together less than a year, so they could have easily heard the glut of dark surf music that's been coming out of Southern California -- The Growlers, Gothic Tropic, Tijuana Panthers. Perhaps it's wishful thinking, and Dive definitely served up whatever doom they offered with a side of sugar.
Now it's time for a bonus review!
Jackson Tanner & Gypsy River Haunts
After the crowd let out at The Satellite, near midnight, word spread that another show was about to start at The Overpass. The Overpass is a deliciously strange little place, an abandoned Knights of Columbus lodge converted into a DIY venue complete with bouncy particle-board floors. The bartenders scan your credit-card with an iPhone and closing time is well-past 2 a.m.