Rod & Reel

Okie writers/directors Mark Potts and Cole Selix have released the official trailer for their new feature film, Cinema Six, a comedy about the lives of people who work in the hallowed multiplex of the title.

Although not shot in the Sooner State, it follows their previous productions that were, like S&M Lawn Care and The Stanton Family Grave Robbery. Consider this one a step up, maybe? We hear it has a surprise cameo by a famous funny TV star who can not be found in the trailer or the film's IMDb page.

In nine days, Cinema Six has its world premiere, at the Dallas International Film Festival. And one day, we can say, "We knew them when." And speaking of "say," prepare for dirty talk to ensue when you click the play button, workers of America. —Rod Lott

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While it’s old news that Portugal. The Man and Hayes Carll are headlining the fifth installment of Norman Music Festival, the festival’s publicity committee announced the lineups for the Main Stage and Jack Daniels Stage last week (sorry I’m late to the game, but I was out of the office covering SXSW like a madman all last week). Here they are, alphabetically:

Main Stage
• Portugal. The Man
• Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey
• Weekend Hustler
• Rainbows Are Free
• Crown Imperial
• Modern Rock Diaries
• Other Lives (pictured)

Jack Daniels Stage
• Hayes Carll
• The Giving Tree
• Parker Millsap
• The Damn Quails
• Alejandro Escovedo
• Krystal Keith
• Possum Posse
• Camille Harp
• John Calvin

Scheduled performance times and the full lineup of NMF bands will be announced in early April. NMF5 will take place April 26-28.

Also, set for April 19 at the Southwestern Oklahoma State University Wellness Center in Weatherford is SWOSUPalooza 13: “Raps and Chaps.” It’ll feature the following artists.

• Stoney LaRue
• Josh Sallee
• Curtis & Luckey
• Delvin Sirleaf

Tickets to SWOSUPalooza are $15.

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After three days of hiking all over a dirty, crowded Sixth Street crawling with exhausted hipsters, I decided to hit up the famed Austin venue Mohawk (with its highly convenient indoor-and-outdoor stage setup) for a nice balance of old and new, rock and fusion, folk and punk to cap my excursion to South by Southwest. It didn’t disappoint.

Blitzen Trapper
I’ve seen Portland’s Blitzen Trapper twice before — once at Opolis in Norman, again at London’s Camden Barfly, which is a whole ’nother story entirely — and the band has been a longtime favorite of mine for its earlier, more pastoral albums like Wild Mountain Nation and Furr, which are more creative, indie takes on the classic rock radio I grew up on. It’s a seminal band for me, the first whose work first I actively started following online, which is sort of what I do for a living now.

I was hoping Blitzen Trapper would dip back into that catalogue (and it did, playing the vivid murder ballad it will probably be best remembered for, “Black River Killer”), but hung on to its newer, country-riding American Goldwing material for the most part, which I haven’t much cared for. So I split a little early for the Mohawk’s indoor stage to see …

Cloud Nothings
After hearing Brooklyn rock monsters The Men with Stephen Carradini on Friday, he and I were wandering around when the unmistakable intro riff to “Wasted Days” suddenly beckoned us around a corner. By the time Dylan Baldi was howling about how he knew his life wasn’t gonna change, we were watching Cloud Nothings play the last song on its set, an eight-minute hardcore epic from its excellent new album, Attack on Memory. We got super-depressed when the band started packing up, so the opportunity to hear one of the loudest acts at the festival inside a closet of a venue got my excitement perked up again.

After a few failed attempts of shooting the band on the decently lit indoor stage, I just said, “Screw it,” and turned on my flash, as there was no possible way of getting unblurred shots of these dudes without it. They were playing songs like “Fall In” and “Stay Useless” much too fast, with too much power to do that.

But the most remarkable part of it all was how Baldi’s voice held up after a week of unrestrained hollering. It sounded just as strained, but sturdy as it does on the album. Unfortunately, Cloud Nothings didn’t inspire the same rambunctious crowd activity as Titus Andronicus did the previous day, but its members are just much too skilled as players for the audience to do anything but focus on them and admire their combination of speed and dexterity, particularly that of drummer Jayson Gerycz.

Bob Mould
Playing with the prolific Jon Wurster on the drums, Bob Mould wound through a career’s worth of heavily distorted and purely pleasurable post-Hüsker Dü songwriting, including Sugar’s classic, “If I Can’t Change Your Mind.” It felt like a reunion that ended all too soon, with an older crowd singing along with the choruses, and Mould shrugging and pointing at his wrist in between the last two songs. There wasn’t any doubt in the guy’s showmanship, however — his pale face turned Fender-guitar red and gushed sweat by the set’s end.

Also worthy of note: I was hanging out in the back of the crowd when I noticed Dylan Baldi wander in from outside the venue, and subsequently watched him take in the show for a few minutes. It was a beyond-cool experience to watch one of hardcore’s latest innovators watch one of its greatest innovators.

The Roots
And that all gave way to the top-billing Philly soul-fusion-hip-hop act The Roots, which appropriately played for a rowdy St. Patrick’s Day crowd. I was a little disappointed in the lack of material from their latest, the terrific, socially conscious undun, but not surprised, as this wasn’t the time or place for that stuff. Instead, they played a few of their best-loved easy-listening hits like “The Seed” and covers of “Sweet Child o’ Mine,” “Apache,” “Immigrant Song” and “Jungle Boogie.”

Also worth noting: Damon Bryson literally taking his tuba for a walk on a solo, as he hiked up and down the Mohawk’s staircase to mix it up with the crowd.

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They came, they saw, they rocked.

The Buffalo Lounge boasted a way diverse lineup yesterday, both during their day party and in their official evening SXSW showcase.

Unfortunately due to the festival's strict photo regulating and some miscommunication on their side, OKSee wasn't able to shoot any of the Wednesday night bands, but all the photos from Thursday's Buffalo Lounge acts are now available on the blog. Have a look-see!

OKSee They may not be aiming, high, but The Boom Bang are sure realistic.

Singer James Smith announced to The Buffalo Lounge earlier this evening that the garage-housed four-piece were “probably the worst band to play here all night.” He was kinda right, but that didn’t make their set any less fun. 

Smith mumbled his way through their usual schtick: noisy, propulsive rock styled after The Ramones’ sonic blitz and Andrew W.K.’s intentionally stupid revelry. It was a tie-loosening; a rowdy break in between two much headier bands — The Defining Times and The Non — that brokered the evening’s bill of rock acts nicely.

The show ended with a brief episode involving the sound guy, who chased a fan off the stage when the latter yelled “Fuck you!” into a microphone, shortly after McKenzie and drummer Brian Whetstone traded places for a final, scuzzy jam. If ever there was a better end to a Boom Bang show, I wasn’t there for it.

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There’s little I can say to add to the conversation about our reigning Best in Rock band (though that’ll change when next week’s <i>Gazette</i> hits the racks), except that the last two years, while being low-key in terms of activity, have definitely preserved their live skill as players. 

The Non are experimental and progressive, sure, but you can count on them being consistent in that progression, wherever and whenever they play. I still have yet to see them play show that’s anything less than thrilling.

But yeah, they did their usual instrumental ping-pong in space thing we all love so much. It was Zach Zeller’s (pictured) second show of the night, and bassist Tom Bishop and guitarist Wil Norton flew in from Norman (Bishop’s a certified pilot) and out in the same night, just to play. Gotta admire that determination.

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So Cameron Neal (my latest local-rock man-crush) and his band of teenaged ACM@UCO students (drummer Preston Greer was the only Horse Thief-er whose hands lacked big, smeary X’s inside Friends Bar last night) sounded even larger, more looming and fierce than their Sooner Soundwave show in Norman last weekend, which was my first experience hearing them in person. With all the pressure and anticipation of the festival, I feel like they really raised the bar on local performances at SXSW. 

First off, Mr. Neal has this awesome old man authoritative rock voice that he adopts for narrative purposes on songs like “The Magician.” Most of Horse Thief’s topicality is mystical nonsense wrapped around nuggets of wisdom, so it’s a useful persona, and it gets really entertaining when he starts dumping sweat and shaking it all out in his impressive beard.

But yeah, it was really nice to see — after The Boom Bang’s raucous mess and The Non’s cerebral movements — a throwback-style band that earnestly wants to rock, while also trying to innovate a bit (they’ve got a keyboard that generates an organ sound which distinguishes them from most any other local band I know of). Cody Fowler looks up into the sky when the song calls for his bass notes to wobble all over the place and Greer makes an O-face when he gets to punish the snares. And Danny Rose looks about as happy shredding his guitar apart as Kevin Durant looks when he hits a 24-foot-stepack three.

Also, it should be noted that two members of The Boom Bang got kicked out of Friends for being rowdy at some point during Horse Thief's set which is impressive, because there was only The Non's in between them.

Photo by Doug Schwarz

OKSee Opening with a new song? Bold move, Ryan Lindsey.

Not sure what it’s called but, the Norman/Tulsa punkers opened up with something that had “gotta get — gotta get it” in the chorus, and it was catchy as hell, but in a bouncy, rhythmic way. Very different from “Try Me Out Sometime”’s melodic catchiness.

Nonetheless, Broncho remain catchy, grungy, unserious in demeanor (there’s something kind of unsettling about watching three late-twenties/thirty-something dudes all droning in unison into their respective microphones, their eyes fixed upon something seemingly hours away), and hella loud. The crowd for their set was bigger than any in the Buffalo Lounge yet, and we’ll see if anybody on tonight’s bill (which includes Fiawna Forte, Green Corn Revival, Jacob Abello, Junebug Spade, JD McPherson, and OK Sweetheart) can step up and draw more.

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The Rockettops play a brand of pop-rock that fans of The Fray would enjoy, as the sound is built on piano-based songwriting, deft bass lines and soaring guitar lines. Vocalist/pianist/acoustic guitarist Jordan Smith's impassioned voice also soars, and it's his vocal melodies that get precedence in these songs. But the rest of the band doesn't slack in its support role; the instrumental interplay is strong, especially for a band in the pop/rock vein.

The band clearly was having a blast, as the members were smiling and laughing throughout. The upbeat atmosphere filled the room, especially when the band ratcheted up the distorted guitars in big crescendos. The Rockettops know how to build and release tension, and that serves their pop-rock songs very well. The tension never feels forced or smarmy, either; the sound feels organic and loose. They can also break it down for emotive moments; they aren't a one-trick pony. Fans of Lifehouse, Goo Goo Dolls, and Matchbox Twenty will perk their ears up at The Rockettops' sound.

Photos by Matt Carney

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I’m a little embarrassed to say this was my first Defining Times show (especially after quoting the prolific (and super-friendly) Chase Kerby in my advance of the Buffalo Lounge’s SXSW activity. I’m not embarrassed however, to declare that they’ve quickly shot up to the top of my shortlist of favorite new local bands, right alongside Horse Thief. 

Kerby and company (I recognized Zach Zeller of The Non and a handful of other bands, as well as drummer Alberto Roubert) handle The Pixies loud-soft-loud formula expertly, commanding a trio of muscular guitars with a sort of nimble dexterity exhibited by professional circus performers.

There’s a ton of skill between the three guitar players — especially Zeller, the dude’s solo makes listeners look up at the sky like they’re expecting a swift armageddon — that serves as foundation for Kerby’s charisma, showmanship (bonus points for breaking out the violin bow on the guitar, dude!), and contrasting lighter vocals. It’s a winning combination. Looking forward to their first full-length, as well as the freebie EP Kerby hooked me up with.