Last Night: The Ant Show

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The Ant Show Indie Showcase
August 31, 2007
Red Devil Lounge
Better Than: Sitting at home, lamenting that you’re not a rock star, and checking your Myspace every five minutes.
Download: The Ant Show Myspace page

I think that great artists spit in the face of the adage, “history repeats itself,” and that they instead believe humans can create new ideas infinitely. I also think that great art readjusts hierarchies. No matter what the future holds for The Ant Show, they successfully showcased this sentiment last night.

Also, they got some guy to strip down to his skivvies and shove a beer bottle in his crotch.

The Ant Show, a promotional vehicle for local bands that's regularly featured on West Add Radio and Live 105, celebrated their third anniversary last night (and even shared a birthday cake with the audience).

And we, their black-haired, Long-Island-drinking, Chuck-Taylor-wearing, exotically pierced music devotees, raised our glasses and kicked up the invisible dust of San Francisco.

The showcase was egalitarian—no real headliner, no premeditated encores, and plenty of cordiality and mutual appreciation. Ant Show architect Tin Fan played the MC, wearing a dress and a backwards baseball cap, and occasionally hyping up the crowd who responded with cheers. By the end of the show the crowd had received enough hype (or enough booze) to begin strategically placing beer bottles in their underpants.

The openers were a band called All Ages. They successfully created a melee of distorted guitars and crash cymbals with ghostly-catchy keyboard ditties over the top. The show, of course, was not “all ages,” so the band’s name seemed to make an intentional (or unintentional) statement about the lack of all ages shows in this town. My hope is that the band will play their next show under the name Free Parking.

Cervantes came next and delivered a raucus set that hit the audience something like a Jawbreak or a Foo Fight.

The aptly named Good City Lie Still captured the paradoxes of the city. Vocalist Ross Giffen’s melodies were accurate and dripping with passion, but were more like ephemeral musings than catchy hooks. Just when you thought Giffen was going to craft a repeating theme, his voice would be swallowed by the ocean of reverb that swelled around the band’s set (and at their best, it swallowed the audience as well). But Giffen’s lyric’s cleverly mirrored the band’s oceanic sound: “and the powers that be / they saw us a sea / and they trembled at the sight / of the violent never letting tide.”

Much like Good City Lie Still, closers Foxtail Somersault are not for the impatient listener. For those of us who waited long enough, Somersault read us a bed time story, gave us a little cup of warm milk, and tucked us in for bed, right at the perfect time.

Unless, of course, you stayed for the dance party afterwards. If you did, you probably got to see more drunk guys dance with beer bottles shoved in their underpants.

God bless The Ant Show.


Critic’s Notebook
Personal Bias: I was totally sober. Really I was.
Random Detail: All Ages’ front man Derrik dove into the drum set.
By The Way: Check out all the band’s Myspace pages:
Good City Lie Still
Foxtail Somersault
All Ages
Cervantes

--By Ty Callister

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