White Denim, UNI

27
/ Jun
Wednesday
2018

White Denim, UNI

Venue
Front Room
Time
07:30 pm
Price
$20 adv / $25 door

Wed June 27th

BSP Kingston presents

White Denim
with
Uni

$20 adv / $25 door | 18+ | 7:30 Doors / 8:30 Show

Tickets are on-sale now :: http://bit.ly/2IAqljE
Also available locally (cash only, no fees) at
outdated: an antique café // Rocket Number Nine
Jack’s Rhythms// Darkside Records// Woodstock Music Shop

In his 1942 essay The Myth of Sisyphus, Camus wrote that “All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant’s revolving door.” 15 years later Richard Wayne Penniman wrote “Wop bop a loo bop a wop bam boom”, an undeniably powerful vocalization that on any given Wednesday in any given situation, civilized or otherwise, is still fully capable of setting somebody’s stuff aflame. Over ten years and seven long players into their career, White Denim are still in the relentless pursuit of a thread – in other words, a wick.

The Austin,Texas band have carefully and continuously studied the greatest records ever made, but they write songs just dumb enough to drink, dance, and fight to. Theirs is a music that aims for the whole body, while equally satisfying the mind. While it has morphed, expanded, and even burst apart, White Denim’s sincere and human drive and ability to spark true rock & roll exhilaration have been unerring constants of the band’s 10-year existence.

Amazing new album Performance in stores on August 24.

“White Denim are one of the best live bands you will ever see if you live to be a million. That’s not excitable hyperbole, merely a bald statement of undeniable fact…” — Time Out

“The last great rock & roll band!” — The Guardian

The cigarette butts, the used condoms, the melted vinyl and the headlines of a million millennial mornings were churned in a blender like primordial ooze… Out of that psychotropic smoothie straw test tube crawled a hermaphrodite child who laughed in the face of modernity. It’s name was Uni. Where Uni looked it saw glitter and blood. Sutures on the dance floor and diamonds in the graves. Where Uni stepped it left flowers and what it touched burned violet and yellow. Uni used their guitars like a Tesla coil to summon electricity from the sky with cathedral amplifiers floating into an ocean of feedback and delay. That very flood freed three slaves and welded them into a single psychedelic hydra:

Kemp Muhl (of The Ghost Of A Sabre Tooth Tiger)
Nico Fuzz
David Strange