We are getting there folks! We just uploaded the full list of artists nominated for our Best of Nashville 2011 Poll for Emerging Artists. It's in the right column on this same page and also HERE, where you can actually vote. Some bands in the list were selected through a submission process and some others were picked by our jury of local scene-makers, who could freely choose 3 bands each in order of preference. Points were already assigned to each band according to how well they did in the selection process. Now the readers' and fans' votes will also influence the final chart. Each vote will count!
Here's summary of the progress of each one of our 11 regional Year End Polls for Emerging Artists. Due to high number of NYC submissions we organized that scene's results by genre.
BEST OF 2011 FOR EMERGING ARTISTS - LATEST NEWS: 01.27.2012 - Austin Submission Results Announced
01.23.2012 - LOS ANGELES READERS' + FANS' POLL LAUNCHED - HERE 01.24.2012 - NYC FINAL RESULTS ARE IN!!! - HERE 01.23.2012 - PORTLAND READERS' + FANS' POLL LAUNCHED - HERE
01.23.2012 - SF BAY AREA READERS' + FANS' POLL LAUNCHED - HERE 01.18.2012 - NASHVILLE READERS' + FANS' POLL LAUNCHED - HERE 01.17.2012 - PHILLY READERS' + FANS' POLL LAUNCHED - HERE 01.17.2012 - CHICAGO READERS' + FANS' POLL LAUNCHED - HERE 01.17.2012 - Portland OR Submission Results Announced
01.16.2012 - NEW ENGLAND READERS' + FANS' POLL LAUNCHED - HERE
01.12.2012 - DC AREA READERS' AND FANS' POLL LAUNCHED - VOTE HERE
*** See below for results full list and schedule ***
A big thank you to our sponsors for supporting our poll and providing prizes to the winners!
New video for JEFF the Brotherhood's "Bummer," off We Are The Champions. It's directed by Lina Plioplyte, and The Deli likes it as much as we did the one for "Wastoid Girl." Cheers.
Ville Kiviniemi, aka The Mattoid, has learned that crude humor and Christian hazing are taboo in any language, but this Gothic world traveler from Finland has not let that stop him with his second release, Glory Holy EP, available online under Infinity Cat Recordings.
Hailing from the cold shores of Western Europe, with stints in Mexico, Thailand, India and Egypt, The Mattoid has brought the show back to Nashville after an eight month hiatus spent in his homeland of Finland. It was his first time back home in 20 years.
The Mattoid's morose and atmospheric lyrics teeter on the edge of being humorous and amiss yet hold a strange elegance, focusing on the contradiction between the darkest and purest of human emotions. His songs represent the duality of pain and happiness, and how their paths most often coincide.
Glory Holy’s uplifting arrangements of synthetic drums and strung-out guitar chords illustrate Ville's Dracula-like laments about the cold truths of white-collar society. You might even notice a resemblance to ’80s protogoth rock like The Cure and Joy Division.
Underneath the road vagabond, gypsy raconteur that is The Mattoid alias lies a character unlike anyone Nashville has ever known. Infinity Cat loves him, and so does the indie music scene of Nashville who both encourage his strangeness in all its forms, marking Ville as the unknown, but not forgotten original king of the city's current garage rock/psych/indie scene. – David Wright
MT Swag, the diabolical alter ego of an East Nashville household, reverted toward the dark side of the dual personality vein last night, erupting with a night of manic swagger. The zenith, a set by local mobsters Mom and Dad, was the opportunity and right of gumption to set the house afire with a radicalism that set the impassioned crowd into frenzied motion. Before all was said and done, the band converted their raw impressionism of simplifying instrumentation and harmonies into an even subtler take on combining experimentation with a foundation of no-strings-attached rock ’n’ roll thrills.
Mom and Dad is a four piece hailing from the college town of Murfreesboro, Tenn. Claiming to make real instruments cool again, the band starves wonderment for the rawness of minimal fidelity. But I do have to wonder when “real instruments” were ever not cool. The image conjured when thinking of instruments has taken a viscous turn away from the mad hatter rawness of creating each song with a hit or strum and toward the choreographed electronics of artificial sounds which are cool and real, but a long way from the old ma-and-pa two-step of the spoon and jug bands. No one wants to jam their laptop into the side of a base drum at the end of a show. When someone does that, I will be a fan ’til the end.
Mom and Dad keeps the computer at home, exchanging digital devices for guitars, drums and amps, and never apologizing at the end of each gig if something gets broken. Mom and Dad seems to try and undercut their more rockist ambitions with dissonant textures and queasy atmospherics, or lace their prettiest ballads, like "TV Screen Fantasy Dream," with subversively ominous lyrics. Check out the guys and gals on February 9 at the 5 Spot in Nashville. – David Wright
Diamond Rugs is a collaboration between John McCauley (Deer Tick), Robbie Crowell (Deer Tick), Ian Saint Pé (The Black Lips), Steve Berlin (Los Lobos), Hardy Morris (Dead Confederate) and Bryan Dufresne (Six Finger Satellite). Last fall McCauley decided he wanted to make another record during his downtime in his new home base of Nashville with producers Adam Landry and Justin Collins (Middle Brother, Deer Tick).. While attending a Los Lobos show (one of his all-time favorite bands), he made his way backstage and met Steve Berlin. McCauley convinced Berlin to come to Nashville to play on the record. Over the course of the next month, he also managed to convince Saint Pe (whom he'd met once before), Morris (who had opened for Deer Tick on tour) and his good friend from his hometown of Providence, RI, Dufresne. McCauley also recruited Deer Tick keys/sax player Robbie Crowell to play bass on the album. The musicians McCauley had recruited to play on his record ended up contributing their own songs to the album and a fully-formed band emerged. The Diamond Rugs full length is going to be released in the spring of 2012. It was recorded in Nashville and produced by Adam Landry and Justin Collins (Middle Brother, Deer Tick).
Nashville’s David Mead is known for multiple musical projects, like Davey Ukulele and the Gag Time Gang and the beloved Elle Macho, as well as his own singer/songwriter stuff. His most recent solo effort, Dudes, was released last November and has already caught some positive feedback (including “The Smile of Rachael Ray” featured as NPR’s Song of the Day). And as the title hints, the record is built upon the male perspective. The Deli caught up with Mead a few days ago to talk about the making of Dudes and his other writing endeavors. Check him out performing “Dudes” live at Ivy League Studio and see him Friday, Jan 20 at The Basement with Natalie Prass and Harper Blynn. Read the interview here.
Sometimes it’s hard to remember through Diarrhea Planet’s stage antics that they’ve got the skills. There’s nothing like a live show, with flying objects, usually beer cans and water bottles, rocketing through the air like the Fourth of July, stage diving in groups, and various forms of friendly assault. On Sept. 20, Diarrhea Planet share their jewels with the world, and thank the punk rock gods for that.
The teaser “Warm Ridin’” foreshadowed the glory of Loose Jewels, and the rest of the record delivers. And it’s not sloppy, either – just beautifully obnoxious and loud. There are sonic similarities to an endless stretch of punk aficionados, cigarette requests (“Cigarettes”), forgiveness for over-tanning (“Orange Girls”), crushing bass and guitar bowling over anything in its path, contrastingly sparkly, wiry guitar melodies and guttural growls that sound like dry heaves.
There’s not a disappointing track on here – disappointing as in it fails to revive your party/drinking mood, rock you or otherwise get you off. What else is to be expected from a record that opens with the Diarrhea Planet manifesto and ends with “There’s so much fucking shit to deal with/and I quit/so give me another beer/we’re gonna drink until the sun comes up/or at least til there’s no beer/and I believe god will find us/and forgive us for these stupid things.” Long live Diarrhea Planet and everyone they know. – Jessica Pace