Holy Fuck with Crocodiles

Hey, kids, you should come out to the Rock and Roll Hotel to see Holy Fuck on Wednesday, May 27 (yes, that's tomorrow). They put on an awesome show. I have no idea about Crocodiles, so the plan is to meet up at the upstairs bar around 8:30, and if the opening band sounds good, head down.

The cost of the show is $12. I bought tickets ahead of time, though I really don't think that is necessary. You might want to contact the venue to be safe. On the upside, Ticketmaster does not handle the ticketing for the Rock and Roll Hotel, so you won't feel totally raped if you decide to buy in advance (I think it's a $2 charge).

The venue is not Metro accessible. I'd suggest driving or cabbing.

Below are some quotes I yanked off the Holy Fuck website:

“…We joined the entranced crowd and and swiftly got lost in Holy Fuck¹s otherworldly backdrop video and all of the previously unseen worlds of multi-layered psychedelic mayhem it was revealing. Combine that with the Holy Fuck foursome¹s pummeling funk bass, rollicking drum-kit and fire-hazard-like tables of wires and effects, and you were looking at two instantly catapulted heads full of rhythm and psych. “ Eye Magazine

“Call them purveyors of unintelligent dance music - the laptop-free Holy Fuck soundsystem couldn't care less. They'll keep tweakin', twistin' and punching their effects pedals, turntables, film synchronizer, bass and drums in an engrossing improv dubwise style.” Now Magazine

“This Canadian mega-group ply an interesting trade of organic electronica where they shun all usage of laptops, pre-programmed backing tracks in favour of Real Instruments with Real Soul creating experimental improvised songs where not even they know what will happen.” Drowned in Sound

“Holy Fuck shows are frantic, exuberant realizations of time and place, extemporaneous music-making sessions more open to the possibilities of improvisation than most American acts toting a jamtag” Independent Weekly

“You will have the contours of your brain worn down by shards of liquid magma noise and you will embrace every second with the grin of a baby that has just discovered its feet at the end of its legs.” New-Noise.net UK

“The sound ranges from Nintendo-ish blips and beeps to space-age-y static and more typical electronic fare: huge freakout breakbeats anchored by swiveling bass guitar. What’s surprising about Holy Fuck is the band’s range of registers. Though most of the set is upbeat, faux-trad indie-dance music, a few pieces thrown in at the end hit melancholy notes, with Walsh’s yearning melodica sliding in and out of a sober five-note backriff. The set ends with a reverb-heavy, sun-is-rising/new-day-is-born meditation on life. It’s something that could have been copped from Sigur Ros—it’s that earnest and genuine.” PopMatters

“Holy Fuck blasted out opulent streams of saturated melody, clouds of glitter and confetti, nitrous-boosted dance dynamics…Holy Fuck set the bar awfully high.” Pitchfork Media

Please email me directly with any questions (you can do that by clicking on my name and selecting 'email me' from my profile). And I have to work Thursday morning as well, but I'll still be there.