Armageddon Shop Presents: Today Is The Day, Sweet Apple, Ocean, A Storm Of Light @ AS220 Sat Sept 4th

Armageddon Shop Presents:

SWEET APPLE
www.myspace.com/sweetapplesongs
(members of DINOSAUR JR, WITCH etc playing Rock)

TODAY IS THE DAY
www.relapse.com/artist/artist.aspx?ArtistID=10097
(Relapse Records/Amphetamine Reptile... Noise Rock/grind/metal)

A STORM OF LIGHT
www.myspace.com/astormoflight
(Neurot records Post-Metal/Doom rock...)

OCEAN
www.myspace.com/ocean
(Doom drone metal from Portland Maine...)

Saturday September 4th
9pm
$8
All Ages / Drink w/ID

AS220
115 Empire St
Providence RI 02903
www.as220.org

COMEX OR BECAMUS

Art/Text/Book/Show/Opening this Saturday at MWM. The press release:

Please join us SATURDAY August 28th between 7pm and 12am at Machines With Magnets 400 Main Street, Pawtucket, RI, 02860 to celebrate the opening and book release of:

COMEX OR BECAMUS by:
ALEXANDER BARTON & ADAM ANAGNOSTIS

Alexander Barton and Adam Anagnostis join forces in a genre-bending artistic collaboration.

COMEX OR BECAMUS will be debuting at Machines With Magnets on Saturday, August 28th 2010. Barton, a RISD graduate, and Anagnostis, a URI graduate, have spent the last year and a half constructing COMEX OR BECAMUS, a large-scale multimedia art installation and literary publication. This collaboration represents the Providence artists’ ambition, criticism, and overwhelming search for truth.

Barton’s meticulously constructed installation consisting of eleven oil paintings and fundamental geometric elements melds with Anagnostis’ aphoristic written landscapes in a 13-square-foot, 40-page arc of hypnotic aggression, conflict, and beauty. Coupling the visual with the written, the artists offer a complementary dialogue that intends to challenge and antagonize the audience. Having lived and studied together in Providence as undergraduates, Barton and Anagnostis elaborated upon their shared musical, philosophical, and cultural constellations in this collaborative effort.

Presenting the work at Machines With Magnets in Pawtucket (Rhode Island’s City of the Future), and with the book being published locally, Barton and Anagnostis have proudly produced a cultural artifact representative of these places. Through the use of icons and wit, COMEX OR BECAMUS pays homage to a culture that has been integral to the artists’ experience and the projects’ formation. The artists seek to posit COMEX OR BECAMUS as a refreshingly destructive force, inspiring a chagrined attraction.

The opening reception will be further complemented by the uniquely inspired sounds of Geoff Mullen and Steven Vallot and others, along with stimulating beverages.

“Good Souls Ride Together!”

www.alexanderbarton.com
www.adamanagnostis.com
www.machineswithmagnets.com

The Happs at As220

Rise and shine, gang! The weekend is upon us, and you know what that means: tamales! I mean, beaches! I mean, good times! I don't know if anybody else is still riding the ESG/Dropdead/Megasus/nachos from Julian's high from last weekend, but if I don't find a way to keep chasing that dragon, there's going to be hell to pay, stat. Where to begin:

Saturday=surprise lineup. I can't 100% promise anyone jumping out of a cake, but I can promise Zulu Lulu, Infinite Children, Octopus Triangle, and AcoustiYah. Acoustic Middle Eastern Indie Rock! Prog Trios! Git it! Sunday hosts my all time favorite genre: technically proficient avante-electro ambient spin-off jazz house. Yes! Put your hands together for Mongo, Egg Brains, The Bygones, and Dan Liparini. Hey, did you guys know that there's life drawing every Tuesday? True story. 6-8:30. Bring your own supplies and six little dollars, and stick around afterward this week for Glowkid, S.O.S, and Callus Black. This Thursday Providence Poetry Slam is also hosting a writers workshop upstairs at 7, and, ok get this, later that night, a show close to my heart: Like a terrifying bird of prey hardwired to kill then inexplicably adopted as the symbol of a theoretically benevolent nation, Purple Rhinestone Eagle swoops in, talons resplendent in the myriad rays of a mirror ball, like so many feather embellished, jewel encrusted classic rock revivals. Party! Hot on their tails are Bellows, Whore Paint, and Providence's newest redefinition of lo-fi with style, Cave Girls. Count me in.

There it is, readers. For a full list of the happs, get thee to our calendar! Until the rock show, away!

AS220: Let's Foo This Thing.

READERS! THE TIME IS UPON US! Cast aside your grief and woes. Turn your back on the seductive ties of apathy and isolation. Rise above the consuming vice of sloth and indifference. Party time starts now, team, and time's a-wastin'. Saddle up:

This very night, as I'm sure I don't need to remind, we've got Shepard Fairey and Lawrence Lessig in the house, alongside our very own Brandon Edens and Umberto Crenca. Join us for a Very Special Action Speaks to get their take on what Free Culture is all about. Stick around after for Vio/Mire, Andrew Graham & Swarming Branch, MV EE, and The Devil My Pocket, then slide effortlessly into the absolute all time most fantastical of your favorite annual block long spiral into madness, Foo Fest. Thats right gang, the time is nigh. Where to begin? Old Timey photo booth? Sound activated light instillation? Dropdead? Megasus? Kintaan? Arcing? Javelin? ESG?!?!?! You get the picture. 1 p.m. to 1 a.m., people. $5 little dollars to make your Rock n Roll dreams come true. Don't forget, we've got fun for the proto-rockers early on, with Bill Harley and Joe's Backyard Band. Plus, MC Keith has promised not to start swearing till sundown. I've got money on 5 o'clock, Munslow! In order to allow maximum quality time with our newly autographed ESG records, we're closing down for siesta for a few days after Foo. Be sure to mosey on back next Thursday to catch Adam Reich reading from "Hidden Truth: Young Men Navigating Lives In and Out of Juvenile Prison." 6 p.m, totally free. What's holding you back?!

Alright readers. I'm off to stake out a killer seat for Action Speaks. BRANDON I LOVE YOUUUUUU!!!!! For a full rundown of schedules, etc, get thee to our calendar. Until the rock show, away!

The Body in the NY Times online:

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Richard Rankin

The Body, a two-man band from Providence, R.I., has released a new record.

The Body

The Body is a two-man, highly conceptual, sort of extreme metal, sort of noise band from Providence, R.I. It has made one of the best introductions for an album I’ve heard in years. The album is “All the Waters of the Earth Turn to Blood,” recently released on the label At a Loss. The first track, “A Body,” begins with seven minutes of choral music, sung by the Assembly of Light Women’s Choir. Then a short, disturbing whistling noise signals a change, and whump: a grind of jaw-rattling guitar and drums throw in for the last two minutes. As the record continues, the beating just doesn’t stop. The choral voices, returning here and there, are the only ray of hope: the Body’s own singing amounts to weedy, apocalyptic howls, barely clearing the din of their processional stomps. It’s an experience, this record, written in big riffs and celestial choirs and digital static. It puts you in a very strange space, spiritual and dirty and wary.

What Could Possibly Go Wrong? This Week at AS220

Oh dear lord. Its T-minus Foo O'clock, readers, and you know what that means: pinatas in the office, party-metal on the mega-mix, hand-stand contests by the water cooler, and girl-talk style "which member of ESG am I" fortune cookie origami games preceding every show. My life is a Cathy meets Dilbert meets Metalocalypse cartoon. Thank god this is going to culminate into its apex soon- the madness has to end sometime. OR DOES IT?!

Saddle up tonight for an ever-festive B Sharp situation: MOGA will be celebrating their cd release, and we're rolling out the red carpet. Sunday night gets metalcore, but ain't too cool to dance, with Divets, No One and The Somebodies, Turbosleaze, and Private Public. What does that even mean?!?! Daniel Chase is going to cool things out mellow groove style on Tuesday alongside The Tower & The Fool and The Rachels. I'll be real, readers. If the tsunami-like spiral out of madness has already begun, Wednesday night is giving me cause for concern: Ceremony is coming though town, and I heard a rumor about mesh tops being involved. Is that punk? Soul Control, Vaccine, and a little outfit called Wet Friend have personally assured me that this will be one of the most disgusting nights of my life. (You've obviously forgotten Freedom Winter 99!) Ok, and here's where it really gets wild: Friday evening we are basking in the warm glow of Shepard Fairey, who will be here at 5 screening his short-but-not-too-short Andre The Giant Has A Posse, as well as sitting on a panel for a very special Action Speaks alongside Bert Crenca, pioneer of free culture activism and scholarship Lawrence Lessig, and our very own resident super genius/wizard of computer engineering/conceiver and fabricator of magic/all around cool guy Brandon Edens. It's free of charge, and might actually change your life. Who loves open source software? This guy!

Okok. Enough about me. I'm off to get my rain slicker dry cleaned for the 11th. For a full rundown of our happs, get thee to our calendar. Until the rock show, away!

Godzilla vs AS220

Top of the morning, readers, and welcome to another 7 days of untold wonders at AS220. The weather has turned from oppressive to balmy. The birds are singing in the trees. I caught a Godzilla marathon on cable last night. What more could we ask for?

Tonight brings the noise with Academia, The Royalty, Tens of Thousands, and The Universe. It's indie! It's glam! It's garage! Saturday's show has been moved to the stratosphere: The Concord Ballet Orchestra Players, Goliath, Something like Banter & the Cybernetic Inevitable All-Stars, and The Invisible Hours promise to live up to their reputation as Theremin wielding, fuzz echoing, fire-starting ambient psychedelia. This Sunday is the first of the month. If you thought payday was good, wait till you catch the Empire Review. Wednesday at 5:30, for absolutely zero dollars, hackers unite at DC401. Stick around into the night for Sideshow, (R)octopus, This Is A Movement, and the Enthusiastics. Now listen close, readers: Thursday at high noon The Rhode Island Council for the Humanities will be hosting a grants information workshop. Bring a lunch or grab some in our restaurant, and get the down low on what grants are available, as well as secrets for *wowing* grant-makers. Did you know they're going to be our new office buddies in the Mercantile building? True story. Meet me for high-fiving by the water cooler in 15! Speaking of the Mercantile: we're hosting open houses of our fabulous new live/work studio situations every Tuesday evening from 5:30-7 through September. Cruise by to see their magnanimousness with your very own eyes!

That's all for the mo, readers. I'm off to catch the tail end of Godzilla v Mechagodzilla. For a fill rundown of the happs, get thee to our calendar. Until the rock show, away!

Armageddon Shop Presents: Thursday July 29th @ AS220

Armageddon Shop Presents:

Black Cobra
www.myspace.com/blackcobra

Howl
www.myspace.com/howlheavymetal

Struck By Lightning
www.myspace.com/struckbyfuckinglightning

Villainer
www.myspace.com/villainer

Thursday July 29th
9pm sharp $8
All Ages Drink w/ID

AS220
115 Empire St
Providence RI 02903
www.as220.org

WRNI: Girls rock! (2010-07-22)

Girls Rock Rhode Island featured on NPR

Listen:

WRNI: Girls rock! (2010-07-22)

Is It Getting Hot In Here?

FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!

Apologies, readers. Far be it from me to sound a false alarm, but it's getting so hot down here at AS220 I was starting to get concerned. Lord knows, if the fiery sensuality of this week's events so much as singed any of our beloved patrons, I would never be able to forgive myself. Entrusted with the knowledge of our upcoming happenings, it would be flippant and careless of me to bear this load alone, all the while knowing I could have done something to prevent a mishap. It's the cross I bear, readers: being weighted down with this veritable furnace of information. I can't take it anymore. Put on your fire-retardant jumpsuit; we're going in.

It's only a couple of hours until the madness begins to unfold. Tailor your pants, lovers: Makeupbreakup, The Press, The Brother Kite, and Cellar Doves take the stage in t-minus. Shake it! Saturday night is riddled with your Auntie Reba's all time favorite genre: Canadian! Suuns and Parlovr trek down south to grace us with their presence. Don't you mock me with your bacon! Minky Starshine will jack us up with some jams that I understand to be somewhere between ELO and the Kinks, and it looks like I'll finally get to see Ming Toro. If it's cool by Pelletier, it's cool by me. Sunday night is going to get disgusting, as Rampant Decay, Brain Shivers, Suzi Trash, and Immaculate: Grotesque show us what their band names are all about. I can't resist an Arkansan. Tuesday marks an always torrid extravaganza courtesy of Tor Johnson starring White Problems from Milwaukee, but the fun doesn't end there! Wednesday night is gonna get wild, team. Real wild... Grass Widow is coming in all the way from San Frisco, and I couldn't be more psyched. Remember what happened last time they were in town? Ok, its a little fuzzy, but this time we're hell-bent on making some memories. "My new favorites" and AS2000 all-stars Blood Huff are starting the night, and have committed to ensuring that something horrifying and uncomfortable happens before 9:45. I've got my eye on you, Zacchhiillii! It all culminates in me getting canned for having some sort of inappropriate celebrity meltdown, cause this night is headed up by The Avengers. "Not the unwed teen mothers of punk rock!?" you may be screaming aloud in your own mind. Yes, the very same. Sorry guys. If your favorite events emails come to an abrupt halt after this show, you know why. After that is the sickest Armageddon show yet to date, but you'll have to wait until next week for details. Ha! Or, check the calendar. I never was good at secrets.

There's the happs, readers. Now remember what we talked about re: sunscreen and oven mitts. You know the drill. For a full rundown of the sitch, get thee to our calendar. Until the rock show, away!