PISSED JEANS

3.5 stars from Rolling Stone? Sub Pop what have you done to the jeans???? (Haven't heard the album yet, waiting to pick it up tomorrow)

so these guys are playing in Baltimore this friday at "The Bank". problem is i've never heard of "The Bank" and google's turning up zilch. can any Baltimoreans help me out here?

Am I wrong in thinking that these guys are not to be taken seriously, ina Mclusky sort of way? Not as witty, to be sure, but "Scrapbooking" is funnier than anything on that last Art Brut record.

I was thinking that "The Bank" was that place on the corner of Eutaw and Baltimore but then I realized that that used to be called "The Vault" and is something else now so it just had me confused. Now I have no idea where "The Bank" is but I feel like I've walked past it at some point. Jess?

I've never heard Pissed Jeans but I was going to try to check out that show for one of the local openers.

"not to be taken seriously" is a v. problematic turn of phrase but I *think* you have the right idea

nevermind, I found the address:
The Bank
2013 Frederick Ave.

yeah it's on the westside

i will be there will bells on

sweet, 69 and i gonna rock this shit out

whole lineup is A+++ really

I take Pissed Jeans very seriously.

I take them seriously in the sense that they're a great noisy rock band (again, similar to my appreciation for Mclusky), but I think their lyrics are plainly tongue-in-cheek most of the time. I mean, "I've Still Got You (Ice Cream)", c'mon.

take them seriously it's total retard rock are you people british?

I don't know, I think the lyrics are supposed to be an actual reflection of the kinds of things that desperate men cling to. I like the vocals a lot.
Ice Cream is my favorite song.

excellent point, now let's deconstruct "dick in one hand" by drunks w/ guns.

also, pj much more enjoyable live than on record. I was so-so on them till I saw 'em live.

x-p

I think there's some truth in it for sure, I just happen to think that the juxtoposition of the "pained" vocal delivery with the (relatively) small-stake subject matter is more funny than insightful. I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

yeah they are so great live and c. 3ddy o_O like usual. singer = hotttt

O.G. pigfuckers should not be expected to dig this shit. I do, but I was going to daycare in 1985. I bet plenty of fans weren't even born.

I can't imagine anybody thinks this is an IMPROVEMENT on the first time 'round.

"o.g.," lol

pigfuck 4 lyfe

take them seriously it's total retard rock are you people british?

-- Edward III, Wednesday, 11 July 2007 18:27 (Wednesday, 11 July 2007 18:27) Bookmark Link

i still like this but yeah after awhile "Scrapbooking" really become irritating...i love the lyrics....the jogger is way better for the offspeed/changeup talking shit.

still this is pretty epic. i take them seriously. it's seriously good.

Like Hope for Men, don't love it. In part, that's cuz it's only about 1/10th as entertaining as the live show. But it's also less surprising, funny, rocking, noisy than I'd have liked. An good record that's just shy of something great.

LOL at dudes throwing down about pigfuck bands' lyrics and vocal delivery. it's ugly and stupid, SOOPRISE!? it's also (fucking obviously) no Flipper or Jesus Lizard or Whatever, but it's probably the most satisfying approximation floating around right now.

so these dudes are playing at a more familiar Baltimore establishment, the Ottobar, with Black Dice headlining on November 19th. I'll actually be attending this one!

"I've got something to tell you
I hope you don't take it wrong
Well you've got a secret admirer
And I think he's singin' a song
Yeah, he's a mysterious guy alright
I'll give you a clue who it is
And I'll throw in a couple of guesses
He's in the music biz
Oh, he keeps his tongue tied
And he's really shy
But none of that means that he's a bad guy
I'm pretty sure he sees you on weekdays
When you're walking home from work
He looks out of his window
So he can't act like a jerk
And he's figured out what car you drive
Not totally sure what house is yours
He doesn't know what he's truly looking for
But he's gonna give/get(?) it

I've got something to tell you
I'm not trying to be a creep
One day i'll be in your driveway
Singin "AYAI AYAI AYAIYAIIIII"

I've got something to tell you
I'm not tryin to be a jerk
Well one day i'll be in your driveway
Singin' "hey hey laida HAEAEAYYYY!"

the lyrics i do understand i actually like. kinda Twee meets Pigfuck. where else can you hear genuine noisefuck odes to scrapbooking and icecream?

Hearing dude talk about his digital watch and stuff is like watching True Stories in slo-mo. LOL THE BANALITY OF MODERN EXISTENCE

YEAH THEY SHOULD SING ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS!!!11!

http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/music/2007/07/pissed_jeans_are_the_true_heir.html

^^^haha totally missed this at the time, I guess we all did

for nu-pigfuck though i think STNNNG torches pissed jeans, and are more interesting.

I saw STNNNG a few years ago, was unimpressed really pretty much embarrassed by their performance... Don't care much for the recordings I've heard either. Guitars were real weak sounding (could have been due to the mix in the PA) and most of the playing missed the mark if I recall correctly, singer had zero charisma, didn't like his voice...

I do dig the first Pissed Jeans record, and especially the 7". Hope For Men I can take or leave. When I want piss-sack idiotshit scum rock I usually go with Drunks With Guns or the Brainbombs. Stick Men With Rayguns are probably wittier...and so on like people have been saying...

I like all those bands! I must have a low tolerance for this kind of thing... duh.

LOL @ wankers on Guardian comments as per

When I say I dig the first record and 7", what I mean to say is, I REALLY dig them.

Also, as far as sludgy suckrock bands that do it a bit better, there has not been one mention of...RUSTED SHUT. But I suppose they're a pretty different beast...

I don't know about live but on record STNNNG blow my face off. Great lyrics and singing. But really they're more Jesus Lizard angry-but-not-in shambles while Pissed Jeans is more like Flipper drunk + self loathing.

Clockcleaner is another nu-pigfuck band that are tearing shit up/

Loved Shallow and the Sub-Pop single when they came out, but burned out quick. Hope for Men didn't do much for me on the first few spins, but I'm old and jaded.

What's surprising is how much it's all grown on me. I said I burned out on the early stuff, but listening to it recently, I like it a lot more than I thought I would. And Hope for Men is catching up fast. Great lyrics, one of the better/funnier live shows in recent memory, and some great, almost-catchy riffs buried down there in the garbage. Derivative, sure, but at least they're good at what they do. On the downside, the drumming fine, but I wish the rhythm section were a little less predictable. That's maybe my one complaint. Can't imagine they have a "Flying Houses" anywhere up the sleeve.

And it's funny how divisive stuff like "Scrapbooking" is. Gateway for folks who wouldn't ordinarily be able to deal, boring interlude for the converted. Personally, I love the song, and think the album wouldn't be anywhere near as strong without it (and "The Jogger").

the NY Times calls them ****** Jeans...

Primal Call and Response at a Band’s Rumbling Bash
By BEN RATLIFF

Correction Appended

Sad-eyed Matt Korvette, lanky and a little slobby, stood on a chair, put his hands up by his clavicle and ripped off his white T-shirt from the collar down. Gathering concentration, he looked straight ahead as he made this strong and pathetic gesture.

What a cliché, right? But then the band started a monstrous rumble, a foursquare beat began, and the dour young man became the horse face from “Guernica”: all teeth, tongue, nostrils and jaws, his mouth open in a scream. Here was someone you wanted to watch. He was bellowing about wanting to kiss boring girls, growing primal as he outlined a stultifying thought, and he would not break his concentration.

His band, from Philadelphia, has a name that lies just on the other side of what’s printable here; it describes a basic bladder-related humiliation, something that happens to the drunk or scared or infantile. As it happens, that described some of Friday night’s crowd at the Silent Barn, a little performance space in Ridgewood, Queens.

This group brings back ’80s memories of hard, slovenly noise, when punk bands realized they could slow down and let their music fall apart a bit. It triggers a deep behavioral response of that era too, before mosh pits became codified.

The crowd at the Silent Barn, a room without a stage, became aggressive, nasty; it wasn’t easy to stay neutral, and people started to huddle defensively on the sides.

The columns of speakers on either side of the band were being used as something to hold on to. Average hipsters started to look like sailors clinging to a mast in a storm. The band’s bassist, Randy Huth, stood in front of the drummer, Sean McGuinness, playing with his back to the audience, trying to prevent bodies from flying into the cymbals and drum kit.

Historically the way a bare-chested, punk-band singer deals with a situation like this is to make it worse. But the band started a new song, “I Don’t Need Smoke to Make Myself Disappear,” and Mr. Korvette walked slowly into the room, acting abstracted, completely naïve, a man from Mars. It was a nice touch. Nobody bothered him, and the action slowed down around him. “I might just stand here,” he sang. And he did.

Their songs are funny. They’re full of rabid energy about dull or benign things, like cellphone plans or ice cream. Now and then, when Mr. Korvette ripped into a new song looking as if he was going to eat his microphone, or when the band started a new, messy riff, leaking feedback and channeling Black Sabbath or Black Flag, it seemed that this was going to be a very good gig. It wasn’t. It couldn’t hold its own against the mess of the crowd. The set was short, 40 minutes or so, cut off for bad vibes. It didn’t get to where it wanted to go.

This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:

Correction: February 20, 2008
A music review on Monday of ****** Jeans at the Silent Barn in Queens misidentified the bassist. He is Randy Huth — not Dave Rosenstrauss, who left the band.

Copyright 2008 The New York Times Company

Saw that the other day. Kinda surreal. Like big brain alien planet scientists observing the primitive rituals.

'Don't Need Smoke' is way old as well, while they're going about correcting stuff

new album in a couple weeks! stoked!

http://www.subpop.com/releases/pissed_jeans/full_lengths/king_of_jeans

Dudes stepped it uppp

their album covers are always intersting imo

jazzed for this, definitely

It's tighter, doomy almost. "Spent" is like Swans, if Gira lived in a milltown.

awesome. hey pretzel walrus, holler at me if you all go see these guys please!

How's this compare with the last one? I didn't care for it that much :-\ Haven't like anything nearly as much as I liked that first 7" honestly. Still, looking forward to this.