A Sailing event on 2016-08-18 21:00:00
with So Pitted
Chastity Belt is a rock band consisting of four friends – guitarists Julia Shapiro and Lydia Lund, bassist Annie Truscott, and drummer Gretchen Grimm. They met in a tiny college town in Eastern Washington, but their story begins for real in Seattle, that celebrated home of Macklemore and the Twelfth Man. Following a post-grad summer apart, a handful of shows and enthusiastic responses from the citys DIY community led them, as it has countless others, into a cramped practice space. They emerged with a debut album, No Regerts, sold it out faster than anyone involved thought possible, and toured America, a country that embraced them with open-ish arms. Now theyre back and the tab is settled, the lights are out, the birds are making noise even though the sun isnt really up yet: its Time to Go Home, their second long-player and first for Hardly Art.In the outside world, they realized something crucial: they didnt have to play party songs now that their audience didnt consist exclusively of inebriated 18-22 year olds, as it did in that college town. Though still built on a foundation of post-post-punk energy, jagged rhythms, and instrumental moves that couldnt be anyone elses, the songs they grew into in the months that followed are equal parts street-level takedown and gray-skied melancholy. They embody the sensation of being caught in the center of a moment while floating directly above it; Shapiros world spins around her on On The Floor, grounded by Grimm and Truscotts most commanding playing committed to tape. They pay tribute to writer Sheila Heti on Drone and John Carpenter with The Thing, and deliver a parallel-universe stoner anthem influenced by Electrelane with Joke.Recorded by Jos Daz Rohena at the Unknown, a deconsecrated church and former sail factory in Anacortes, and mixed with a cathedrals worth of reverb by Matthew Simms (guitarist for legendary British post-punks and one-time tourmates Wire), Time to Go Home sees Chastity Belt take the nights out and bad parties of their past to their stretching points, watch the world around them break apart in anticipatory haze, and rebuild it in their own image with stunning clarity before anyone gets hungover.
at Acerogami 228 W 2nd St Pomona, United States