The fact of the matter is, the collective collective known as Xiu Xiu, gathered by one mister Jamie Stewart to flesh out ethereal hooings and shout-stampings that sound nothing at all like a tent revival unless the tent revivals was covered in borderling pedophelia and soul-wrenching sadness, so ok a tent revival, make some of the most ear-splittingly dissonent heartbreak sounds that are(not) fun to listen to. No one said music should be fun and no one said catharsis can come easy and I have never seen Xiu Xiu live, but that is probably changing tonight.

So listen up, Atlanta:

Our friends at Stickfigure Records , who are now doing some bookings for one of Atlanta’s most indie-faaabulous little hole-in-the-wall juke joints The Drunen Unicorn (which, if it’s still standing from a few years back when I watch the fat guy from Outhud swing from its’ roofbeams, will be there forever and ever amen, always living never dying and all that jazz-hot), present sadbois Xiu Xiu with Res-fave Evangelista.

Ticket price is somewhere between cheap and affordable, and it will inevitably hurt your ears and make you cry, but there will definitely not be game boys, and around these parts when a show’s posted that doesn’t involve game boys you’d better believe there are gonna be tears and loud raw noises.

Xiu Xiu: I Do What I Want, When I Want

It’s funny if you listen to Xiu Xiu’s Air Force back to back with Women As Lovers, because it creates the incredible illusion that the band is actually softening the hard, skronk-rock tendencies and allowing the pop influence, always bubbling like blood from a paper cut at the edges, to in fact bleed down and stain their entire output. Fuck, I know people who drive Hummers and like Miguel Migs that think Air Force is listenable.  “I Do What I Want, When I Want” is the first song from Women As Lover, and it’s the last Xiu Xiu song in recent memory to hold tight to the pop inflection. Jaime coos, croons and pleads, god bless his black heart, as he tries to take a stand for something, but…the whole thing (and the rest of the album) cracks, breaks, splinters into oblitedrone, and it’s gorgeous and, honestly, a return to (un)form.

Xiu Xiu: Don’tCha

There, apparently, is sentiment lingering behind the, ahem, PussyCat Dolls (another, erm, Resonator fave? Oh, blame Trixie) jockette jam “Don’tCha”, and that sentiment, as interpreted by Xiu Xiu, is night-time tearduct knife-point sex.

Xiu Xiu: Tonight, 8/23, at The Drunken Unicorn in Atlanta. Tickets are too cheap for you not to go. We’ll talk about Joe Biden, too.

The fact of the matter is, the collective collective known as Xiu Xiu, gathered by one mister Jamie Stewart to flesh out ethereal hooings and shout-stampings that sound nothing at all like a tent revival unless the tent revivals was covered in borderling pedophelia and soul-wrenching sadness, so ok a tent revival, make some of the most ear-splittingly dissonent heartbreak sounds that are(not) fun to listen to. No one said music should be fun and no one said catharsis can come easy and I have never seen Xiu Xiu live, but that is probably changing tonight.

So listen up, Atlanta:

Our friends at Stickfigure Records , who are now doing some bookings for one of Atlanta’s most indie-faaabulous little hole-in-the-wall juke joints The Drunen Unicorn (which, if it’s still standing from a few years back when I watch the fat guy from Outhud swing from its’ roofbeams, will be there forever and ever amen, always living never dying and all that jazz-hot), present sadbois Xiu Xiu with Res-fave Evangelista.

Ticket price is somewhere between cheap and affordable, and it will inevitably hurt your ears and make you cry, but there will definitely not be game boys, and around these parts when a show’s posted that doesn’t involve game boys you’d better believe there are gonna be tears and loud raw noises.

Xiu Xiu: I Do What I Want, When I Want

It’s funny if you listen to Xiu Xiu’s Air Force back to back with Women As Lovers, because it creates the incredible illusion that the band is actually softening the hard, skronk-rock tendencies and allowing the pop influence, always bubbling like blood from a paper cut at the edges, to in fact bleed down and stain their entire output. Fuck, I know people who drive Hummers and like Miguel Migs that think Air Force is listenable.  “I Do What I Want, When I Want” is the first song from Women As Lover, and it’s the last Xiu Xiu song in recent memory to hold tight to the pop inflection. Jaime coos, croons and pleads, god bless his black heart, as he tries to take a stand for something, but…the whole thing (and the rest of the album) cracks, breaks, splinters into oblitedrone, and it’s gorgeous and, honestly, a return to (un)form.

Xiu Xiu: Don’tCha

There, apparently, is sentiment lingering behind the, ahem, PussyCat Dolls (another, erm, Resonator fave? Oh, blame Trixie) jockette jam “Don’tCha”, and that sentiment, as interpreted by Xiu Xiu, is night-time tearduct knife-point sex.

Xiu Xiu: Tonight, 8/23, at The Drunken Unicorn in Atlanta. Tickets are too cheap for you not to go. We’ll talk about Joe Biden, too.