“RIBS is a dark rock band sometimes compared to Muse or Queens of the Stone Age—or, less often, Joy Division. Sunday night, RIBS will play with other rough-edged local acts at Church, creating an evening of deep sounds with a metal tinge. If you have Monday off work, there’s no excuse for not rocking out all night.”
Source: http://bostonist.com/2010/01/15/ribs_brings_rock_structure_to_churc.php
Exploding In Sound showcase – Boston, MA 1/17/10 @ Church w/Ultra Violent Lights & Art Decade
Check out these two articles previewing our show at Church of Boston this Sunday, January 17th:
Playground Boston’s Weekend Picks 1/14-1/17
RIBS has a very cool sound… The dark combination of vocals and frantic guitars enable their sound to jump from a Death From Above 1979 to a fast-paced, much less depressing Joy Division. They’ll be joined on the bill by Art Decade, with an experimental style that PGB Staffer Nick Grieco describes as “The Mars Volta and Rx Bandits had a baby named Frank Zappa, who grew up listening to The Fall of Troy and Damiera.” If that sounds like your style, check these guys out. One more thing about this show – its cheap!
Boston acts RIBS, Art Decade, and Nooka Jones join NYC’s Ultra Violent Lights at Church on Sunday
Some of our friends have a show at Church on Sunday. No, it’s not a worship service. RIBS will join Berklee’s Art Decade, Boston University’s Nooka Jones, and New York City’s Ultra Violent lights for a night of mayhem at the Church of Boston music venue Sunday night. The band has a lot of new material as they’re about to release their first EP, British Brains. It’s also the first show in which RIBS’ new drummer Chris Oquist will perform.
Thanks to Playground Boston and OnAFriday!
We’ll be playing a show with our most excellent friends Art Decade, Ultra Violent Lights, and DJ Nooka Jones on Sunday, January 17th at Church of Boston.
Advance tickets are available online and cheaper than at the door.
I’m sitting in an apartment looking out over Brooklyn as the sun casts 2010 across the city. In the distance the Empire State building – nearly obscured by a rising development – catches some morning warmth; glints and shards of light cascade down its faceted sides.
I’m in New York, working on album artwork and an EP release plan. Keith is in Atlanta mixing British Brains. Via text and instant message, Blake is updating and reminding me about promotion for an upcoming show while he works with Justin on future music.
We’re collaborating on a piece of art from distances of hundreds of miles. Our ideas, our music, our messages to each other, are travelling lengths of space even vaster – translated into the language of zeroes and ones and carried upon waves into orbit and bounced back down at us. Paul Simon’s staccato signals of constant information bear the mark of the cosmos become conscious of itself.
It’s a pretty astonishing paradigm, and one that we take for granted even given it’s newness. And it’s not all. Somewhere, a distant constellation is dying in a corner of the sky, its light is revealing to bright minds whether the laws that govern the universe were the same at it’s birth. Microbiologist are using telomeres – elements of cells that program their lifespan and thus their eventual death – to pull closer a cure for cancer. As night falls on the other side of the world, organizers are drawing nations into council to disband the most frightening armaments of war. Every day we’re proving that we can do better, even as some of us try to prove that we can do worse.
These are the days of miracle and wonder, everybody. We all own this place, and we can all make it in our image. Don’t forget that, and walk like you mean it. Let’s make this year better than the last, for ourselves and for those around us.
Happy New Year.