The Yawpers w/Wolf Harbor 9/30/26 Cafe 9

 Locally sauced quartet Wolf Harbor brings some prog-punk-pop slurry to the 9. Drums, bass are onstage while two singing guitarists inhabit the space in front of the stage. Friends for at least 13 years of the band’s life, the singers couldn’t appear more different. Blond, clean cut, in a sweater, thing one could have been an assistant manager at Staples. Thing two had aqua hair, large grandma earrings and maroon overalls. He was the guy you told your daughter “not to get too serious” with. Together, they have a potent yin yang assault. Their bio lists them as “shovin, swingin, Americana punk”, which I agree with.

The Yawpers are a tight quintet from Denver. Drums, bass, synths, lead guitar, and a front man singer. The singer has a Fanny pack on one hip, and what looks like a tascam equalizer on the other. While singing, he is able to fiddle with the knobs to distort the vocals, at one point he moves to the back and his singing assumes a percussion role. The group had matching outfits, sneakers, white exercise pants, and tshirts with a small message “words on shirts”. The music was excellent, they were at home with breezy tropicalia or in your face danceable ragers. The singer was a hoot, he looked like John Leguizamo but spasmodically moved like DEVO or David Byrne. The guitarist had a large hollow body guitar which lent its sound to loungey and jammy sections. Synth player added some nice counterpoint vocals. Bassist was integral, but kind of hidden on stage. The drummer was out front, and I could see why. His kit was standard but had a set of bongos fixed to the top. When struck with sticks, the bongos made a nice tribal racket. While drumming, this dude was in a trance, he stared at one point on the ceiling. He didn’t look at his drums once during the set. Some guy in front of me started jumping around, trying to dislodge the trance, not happening. The set leaned on a new record, Teething which showcased the full range of this group. Kind of sad that the crowd consisted of the opening band, their friends and me. I see an opening for me as manager of The Yawpers. The name sounds like an incredulous exclamation from an octogenarian, the uniform made them look like triage nurses, and “words on shirts”, really? As manager, these items would be tweaked. As for the music, no change was necessary, excellent show.

Rhinoch w/ Knox Chandler 9/21/26 Stella Blues

 Stella Blues is a long thin bar on Crown St. that is usually a hippie hovel. They make their nut getting aftershow spillout from College St Music Hall’s jammier fare. Seems that they approached local noisenik and leader of The New Haven Improvisors Collective ,Bob Gorry to fill the coveted “third Monday of the month” time slot, with something. The something is The Impossible Music Series where Bob assembles a fluid group of regional musicians to peel some hippie paint. I just miss local guitarist and educator Chandler. Knox has a fascinating background that bears mention. A touring guitarist, he has done time with The Psychedelic Furs and Siouxsie and The Banshees. His current gig as music prof allows him to take part in events like this. He plays a looped guitar for some excellent soundscapes. Headliner Rhinoch is a power trio with Gorry on bass, Jeff Cedrone on guitar, and Peter Riccio on drums. The evening celebrated a new release and they stretched some new material. Rubbery bass lines from Bob, effects laden flourishes from Jeff, and metronomic drumming from Peter. Bob usually plays guitar, so in this setting, more song structure appears. At one point I even hear some Can-like choogle. The music is outside of the Stella Blues box, in a good way. A homeless guy with a bag of cans wanders in and starts to do a little Mississippi Half Step, quickly he realizes that the music is, well….impossible.

East Rock Porchfest 9/19/26

 The Porchfest concept is relatively new. You need a fairly walkable section of town, a mostly young artistic hipster contingent, bonus ethnic diversity, and obviously porches. The East Rock section of New Haven ticks all of those boxes. Having lived in this neighborhood, I was ideally suited for a visit. Music started around 11am on a gorgeous weather Saturday. I make the scene around noon and park in my old spot. Orange street is the main artery which is where I start my trek. First porch has a rock and roll outfit called Lostsol. They remind me of Stone Temple Pilots, charismatic singer wore a PBS shirt. In front of P&M Market has the turntablist rapper Terron The Light. As I get close, I remember dissing Terron as an opener for Sunny War. In this setting, Terron seems much more engaging and has a big crowd of listeners. Down the street Golden Eris takes flight. They claim Bowie and St. Vincent as influences. Going down Cottage St I happen upon Brian Ember. Ember outkooked me back in the day and he could often be found singing while walking down the street. On his porch he wore a yellow boa and chirped out some fractured pop fare. Cherrie Cherrie occupied the patio in front of Nica’s market. Folk songs with drums and standup bass were well received. I head over to Clark St. for Fuselaje, a high power world beat group that I’ve seen as local openers. Horns and ska beat filled the air to a large crowd. Back to Orange and I catch a little of The Mushroom Cloud, another opener for hippie bands that pass through. On my way back to the car, I take a turn to see The East Rock Brass Band. Five trumpets, two trombones, two drums, and a tuba need a massive porch to inhabit. This event was very well planned, they even have a website with band descriptions, timing and walking directions. I will definitely put it on the calendar for next year.

Bucket List 9/17/26 Wesleyan

 The original listing for this show featured a group called The Splice Ensemble but changed to reference Bucket List a few weeks prior. No matter, Wesleyan prof Paula Matthusen and her band of merry knob twiddlers are pals with the fringe contingent of unknown electronic musicians from all corners of the world. On this evening, San Francisco was the corner. Bucket List had Travis Andrews on guitar and percussion, Andy Myerson on vibes and percussion, and composer Mark Applebaum on keys and percussion. I say “ and percussion” because all three had a table with assorted flotsam and jetsam to add sounds to their main instrument. The performance was billed as Achievement, and they called themselves The Achievement Institute for the purpose of the show. They all wore hard hats and fake labcoats with the Institute logo as if to legitimize their expertise. Applebaum had mustard colored rims on his glasses, French’s, not Grey Poupon, as if to emphasize caution or I’m crazy, or both. Located in the nicely appointed Ring Hall, the stage backdrop had a screen highlighting the “achievements”  that corresponded with the sounds. The 13 achievements were obviously tailored to the student audience: Enhance REM sleep, Pass a breathalyzer test,  Submit a successful insurance claim, Excel as an online influencer, Microdose lucratively; Invent algorithm that will destroy democracy, Apply for a mortgage and research the best infant car seats, were some of the screened achievements. The guitar swooped and droned, the vibes were sometimes bowed with a cello bow, the variety of keyboards created a myriad of sounds. The percussion was a treat, they did one passage where they each used various sized triangles, they plinked empty bottles and Ehrlenmeyer flasks for a cartoonish sound, sandpaper and those ovoid fridge magnets all make for great listening when mic’d properly. There was one fascinating piece where old mustard rims says “ment” over and over again in a monotone fashion. The others expertly spoke, what turns out to be an insane number of choices, prefixes or suffixes to the ment. The timing required for success on a piece like this is palpable. To reinforce their abilities as legit musicians, they played a couple difficult modern classical passages and a familiar tune that was not familiar enough for me to name. Another juncture had them each shaking what looked like metallic shakers that were apple shaped. Let’s be clear, the music had nothing to do with the achievements on the screen, which I’m sure is the point. They did a “planned encore”, which was “subject to audience consent”. We acquiesced for two versions of the minute long Canon VI from 6 Canons for vibraphone and electric guitar. The versions differed in that one had Applebaum on drums.  The result was a snarl of sounds that did somewhat resemble each other. Fitting for Applebaum to end on drums, nothing is spared with this guy in the room.

Cetilia, Gibbs, Wellins/ Zach Rowden/ Shipworm 9/13/26 Best Video

 A noise show in a video store was billed as “cinema for the ear”. I enter to the sounds created by Shipworm. A duo used synthesizers to create noisy soundscapes. It might have been my imagination, but it seemed that one guy made metallic industrial sounds, while the other shaded the racket. Wind, underwater were just a few of the shade effects I could discern. Next up was Zach Rowden. Zach has been reviewed in this blog as one half of the experimental group Tongue Depressor. On this evening, he took a stab at modular synths. Different than the first group, Zach’s sounds were more shrill. The room was completely dark and it was unclear whether it was choice or necessity. While stage antics are usually absent in a synth/noise show, the darkness allowed the listener to concentrate on the sounds being made. The final group was a trio helmed by Matt Wellins. Local noisenik Wellins seemed to be responsible for this evening of sounds. Matt arranged the Strategy of Lakes series, a showcase of regional talent performing synth-based experimental music. Matt, dressed in a dysentery green mechanics jumpsuit, addressed the crowd in his usual “on the spectrum” fashion. He explained that he always wanted to perform exclusively with found sounds and field recordings. The three forge through the final set. Metallic whirs and whooshes had spots of familiarity. Vocal snippets start to appear. The sound collage was fascinating, truly cinema for the ear.

Cousin Oven, Calendula, Sotto Voce 9/6/26 Best Video

 Difficult to discern from the website, this Sunday matinee triple bill had three regional acts appearing in no particular order. I enter to Brooklyn trio Sotto Voce. It is the brainchild of Pittsburgh native Ryan Gabos. Ryan played guitar and sang, joined by bass and drums. Homespun bedroom pop had a good edge. Ryan sent one out to “the public domain” as they played a syrupy Freres Jacques melody with lo-fi lyrics.

Next up was Calendula. Single female Abigail Golec on open tuned acoustic guitar and vocals. Introspective singer songwriter fare was nicely delivered. She’s from Stafford Springs and reminded me of Sharon Van Etten. She explained that Calendula is a flower in the marigold family.

Headliner was Cousin Oven, another trio from Brooklyn. Guitar with vocals, bass, and drums picked up the pace. Good pop hooks and the bass was active. All three of these acts have available material on Spotify and are worth doing a deeper dive.

Gamelatron 9/5/26 The Dome at Woolsey Hall

 A sonic immersion “sculpture” was assembled in the Dome at Woolsey Hall. Artist Aaron Taylor Kuffner uses the gongs and bells of the Indonesian gamelan to create sonic sculptures specific to unusual spaces. The Dome at Woolsey is one such place. Up three flights of stairs, I happen upon two coeds. They welcome me to the installation and tell me to cover my shoes with these flimsy one pass booties. After a brief struggle, I ask if I can ditch my shoes and the booties. The purpose is to not track sand or dirt into the Dome, I was happy to comply in my socks. I enter the Dome, an inner circle with comfy chairs and high pile carpet housed a few sonic travellers. Around the perimeter, banks of gongs, percussive bells, were mathematically struck to create the immersive sound. A player piano gamelan, the sculpture was connected in series so the electromagnetic pulses forced the sound. The echo and sustain were meditative and forced me into a deep listening mode for about a half hour. I circled the Dome to get a feel for the frequency of striking the individual pans. Some were struck every few seconds while others took minutes as intervals. A guidebook accompanying the sculpture showed other spaces that housed Kuffner’s work. When an electromagnetic gamelatron comes to your town, get off the couch and check it out.