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so did anyone go see the hairiest show on earth, or what? (aka devendra/bunnybrains tour)
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do you know how hard it is for my brother to get out of bed? let alone fly to california? he's never been near california! anyone go? i can't remember how many shows they have played. maria is going to somerville on wed. northhampton is tueday, i think. i'm not going anywhere cuz i'm tied to my apronstrings.
-- scott seward (skotrok@earthlink.net), October 16th, 2005.
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If he were playing Providence I'd be tempted. I'm alternately repulsed and fascinated by Devendra, so traveling any distance to see him would not be wise.
Anyway, I'll save my monies for Faun Fables later this month.
-- Edward III (ehonauer@gmail.com), October 17th, 2005.
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Yes Northampton is Tuesday but I don't have the funds to go :(. Please tell Dan and company to be extra abusive to the trust fund fake hippie audience that will attend. Noho is the shanker of MA.
-- brg30 (brg30@yahoo.com), October 17th, 2005.
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I'm going on Thursday (NYC).
-- o. nate (syne_wave@yahoo.com), October 17th, 2005.
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i might go thursday, dunno.
-- hstencil (hstenc!l@NOSPAMyahoo.com), October 17th, 2005.
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I'm going Wednesday.
-- Maria :D (djdutch@gmail.com), October 18th, 2005.
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i might hit slummerville weds
-- kephm (dogtheprophet@yahoo.com), October 18th, 2005.
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Hey, Scott, this occurred to me a few weeks ago while watching an SNL rerun: Did Dan get the band's name from Phil Hartman-as-Frankenstein monster? "Rain . . . Spain . . . Bunnybrain! Hahahaha!"
-- Rickey Wright (rrrickey@aol.com), October 18th, 2005.
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i was so bummed out to miss bunnybrains.
m.
-- msp (m@shapeshifting.org), October 18th, 2005.
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I have something else I have to go to first, but I hope I get there in time to catch Bunnybrains.
-- o. nate (syne_wave@yahoo.com), October 18th, 2005.
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im a bad blogger i admit..but its so hectic out here its tuff to keep up..santa cruz was awesome played w vegan brownies in our bellys and later we entertained a lot of really sweet people w drinks and sweet kisses..los angeles was a crazy fuck of a show w tons of lil girls all coiffed up and hiplessly shakin their stuff..weird club like bladerunner orwell chrome trapeze and shit..tucson was terrible and we tried to lighten them up but they were tooo drunk to care,,i met my childhood sweety johanna tho..shes great,,austin was amazing a really great city w fun kids who love fuckkd music..met whitney th softcore latchhooker and she showed th way..houston didnt appear to be a cinch but we spackled them nicely w sound and converted a few folkies..dallas was in a tiny club and it felt like old danbury at tks sports cafe all cramped up and sweaty..super stuff..nashville blew our minds w th lights up high and kids down low..lots of drinks were had and fresh faces were dirtied up..carrboro nc was in a huge place and we had accordion backup along w sum good whiskeys..played sum football and eliza got her dev tattoo..played a tea bazaar in charlottesville virginia home of dave matthews and we switched it up dev and kev and andy doin neil yung songs and then we came on under darkness w kind indian sauces and lost our shit live style..i never seen so many kids dancin to chaos like that..rose csorba made a sweet dessert after it was all over..philly style was a lil stiff but i had candy underpants on and i didnt care..th kids really like "songs" so we made sum up for them..nyc was nuts we made a fan in mr and mrs dustin hoffman and gave them bunny shirts to do housework in..dustin likened our show to the Living Theater which is a huge compliment..we got their daughter Becky bunnyixed on stage and she wrestled the Wolfman Jason..its Cleveland tonight rainy and cold so it shall be warm inside
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 23rd, 2005.
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If the Bunnybrains play in Philly without Devendra I'd check it out.
-- miccio (anthonyisright@GEEmail.com), October 23rd, 2005.
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20.10.05
Devendra Banhart
Went to see Devendra Banhart play last night at the Somerville Theatre. It was a brilliant show; Banhart is clearly gifted. He began his performance with "Quedate Luna" and ended with "Little Boys," both tracks from the Cripple Crow CD (XL Recordings, 2005). And yet attending the concert also has a relative down side (for me, at least). The audience, mostly comprised of "organic" hipster-hippies, could be rather obnoxious. The undergraduate twentysomethings reminded me, in many respects, of the type of culture I was surrounded by--and often had a tenuous relationship with--while studying at Hampshire College. Favorite moment: Banhart's response to musical requests. As the masses screamed song title after song title, Banhart quickly rebutted: "I sing the songs I wanna sing." Least favorite moment: Having to endure the smelly spectacle by the Bunny Brains (or the Brainless Bunnies). The let-me-shock-you fest by dressing outrageously, banging pots and pans (in the worst "first world" evocation of an unconscious cacerolazo I have ever heard), wearing face masks, dancing in underwear, and babbling individually anti-establishment stances was kind of funny for the first five minutes. But soon the supposed cutesiness wore thin. The B. B. bunch (by which I parenthetically still mean the Brainless Bunnies) scared me. They made me clutch onto my purse throughout their performance, as they pointed to particular audience members and yelled, in an accusatory tone, "Honda Civic! Honda Civic!" The joys of performative civility. Alas, this entry should be about Banhart. The bottom line is that I greatly enjoyed his show--especially those linguistic distortions, ever so musically, of both Spanish and English.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 24th, 2005.
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The second band, the Bunnybrains, put on one of the most ludicrous stage shows I've ever seen. It started off with just two people onstage; a long-haired typical indie guy, and this guy in a black Zorro hat, a steel mask and a cape. The long-haired guy played a really out of tune guitar while the masked man hit a symbol over and over again. At one point, the guitarist made a joke about how Pabst Blue Ribbon's like "Cristal for people who listen to the Shins," and then talked about how Connecticut's filled to the brim with strip clubs.
It was only beginning though. After a few songs, the rest of the band came out. They were: a guitarist with like a cat mask and sunglasses, a bassist dressed as a fox, a girl dressed as like a Viking/Amazon who played a saw with a bow, and two more women who just sort of stood there screaming, one dressed as a garden gnome and one not so much. After a few songs, the original guitarist stripped down to a leotard which really didn't adequately support his, er, member, and started jumping around. You could kind of see waves of people catching on in unison about what exactly was dangling around down there and then covering their eyes and shrieking or whatnot. At one point, they brought up this very small man who sort of looked like Devendra Banhart (beard- and hair-wise, at least) and had him deepthroat a banana.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 24th, 2005.
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That was practically high art compared to the second band, Bunny Brains. "We don't make any bones about the fact that we're an amateur band," the singer said early in the 30-minute, um, performance.
He wasn't kidding. He and a drummer done up like the Phantom of the Opera, complete with a silver mask covering his face, started the set with atonal meanderings, and were slowly joined by others in costume. There was someone dressed like a garden gnome, a young woman in a red leotard and pink tights who mumbled and shrieked into a microphone and a guitarist wearing a plastic dog snout and jowls. The singer slowly disrobed to reveal a red unitard that provided nothing close to optimal coverage of his nether region.
It would be far too generous to call anything they performed "music" or describe any of their work as "songs" - and Bunny Brains would likely agree - but there were a lot of lyrics about barnyards and salted butter.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 24th, 2005.
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I wish I'd caught the Bunnybrains set at Webster Hall, but I got there too late. I would have rather seen that than the Tarantula A.D. Oh well. Nice job emceeing though. That story about the baby's neck was hilarious.
-- o. nate (syne_wave@yahoo.com), October 24th, 2005.
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Just when you thought free love was going out of style, Devendra Banhart & Hairy Fairy roll into town, playing an unforgettable show at Emo's Monday night. Devendra's style merges the pyschedelic songwriting and heartfelt folk of the 60s with his own spiritual, idealistic, neo-hippie voice.
The opening act, Bunny Brains, was a staged parade of costumed merry pranksters. That night, the band included a tuxedo wolf bassist, a masked, drumming cowboy, and one bearded jazz wizard on a Theremin who was apparently named "Nobody." Their lead singer eventually disrobed to a red, zip-down one-piece with white horn rimmed sunglasses.
The band's vocals ranged from convoluted (beatnik) rapping of sorts to a gurgling infant duet. The acid rock ensemble's masturbatory overload of sound is enough to take in. But by adding sideshow theatrics, including the stripping of an audience member down to his underwear on stage, to the costumes and music, the performance bordered on insanity. In a good way, though.
When Devendra took the stage, he thanked Bunny Brains "for being sweetness," and began to play. Amongst the long-haired and bearded camoflauge that is the Hairy Fairy band, Devendra Banhart crooned and cawed mystically.
-- scott seward (skotrok@earthlink.net), October 24th, 2005.
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Least favorite moment: Having to endure the smelly spectacle by the Bunny Brains (or the Brainless Bunnies). The let-me-shock-you fest by dressing outrageously, banging pots and pans (in the worst "first world" evocation of an unconscious cacerolazo I have ever heard), wearing face masks, dancing in underwear, and babbling individually anti-establishment stances was kind of funny for the first five minutes. But soon the supposed cutesiness wore thin. The B. B. bunch (by which I parenthetically still mean the Brainless Bunnies) scared me. They made me clutch onto my purse throughout their performance, as they pointed to particular audience members and yelled, in an accusatory tone, "Honda Civic! Honda Civic!" The joys of performative civility. Alas, this entry should be about Banhart.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 26th, 2005.
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Bunny Brains were ridiculous, one guy was in a dress, another in a wolf costume, another in a phantom of the opera meets mr roboto costume, and a girl wearing a see through top and what i can only describe as booty shorts with the booty cut out. they played incredibly bad, but very entertaining music. i swear that girl was on some serious drugs though, jesus.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 26th, 2005.
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The opening band (Bunny Brains?), on the other hand seemed to have one gimmick and that gimmick was not playing music, unfortunately. The had interesting costumes (bunny, baby, dog, etc) but the "music" wasn't much more than a guy shouting, "Shiloh" and other non-sensical stuff. Then again, I supposed I was meant to be "challenged" by their performance. It was challenging to sit through it... However, Bunny Brains did set up Devendra to kick some ass.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 26th, 2005.
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some good pix from nashville
http://www.livejournal.com/community/the_body_breaks/70276.html#cutid1
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 26th, 2005.
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yeah, i was in nashville; good show by all. did you spend much time with that young lady singer, dan?
-- Peter Densmore (peteyfiveoh@comcast.net), October 26th, 2005.
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Hopefully, Banhart and company will take a page from
Bunnybrains, the spontaneous clowns who opened.
Halloween might be around the corner, but you got the
feeling the band doesn't require much convincing to
play dress-up with (animal?) masks and other
role-playing attire. If you combined the drone of
early rock improv acts with an unhealthy dose of
absurdist rhetoric in the punk vein of Caroliner, Sun
City Girls or Cheer-Accident, then you know exactly
what Bunnybrains offered.--------cleveland free times
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 26th, 2005.
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some good pix from cleveland
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=2846244&blogID=56100886
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 26th, 2005.
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So we go in and the first band is Bunny Brains and they're pretty much the craziest thing ever. The lead guy with long hair and beard and glasses came out looking semi-normal and said "We're Bunny Brains, we're from upstate New York and that's our problem and not yours," which I thought was pretty funny. Then the rest of the band comes out, including a cowboy with robot mask, a sumo Arnold Schwarzenegger, a Japanese wrestler, an essentially topless girl with a wig covering most of her face, and a girl (though we didn't know she was a girl until the end) wearing just some weird guy mask. Oh and a bass player dressed as a racoon or something. And they played this weird noise ambience while the lead guy yelled nonsense into a microphone. I don't think they actually had songs, I think they were just making shit up as they went. 3 of them (not including the lead singer) had Mics and were either doing these weird vocal harmonies over the music, or doing effects on their voice with pedals, or just hitting the microphone with a drumstick. I know I liked them, but that's really all I can say.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 27th, 2005.
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oops
http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2005/10/devendra_banhar_10.html
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 28th, 2005.
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did wasco go out with you guys? wish i hadn't missed it.
-- hstencil (hstenc!l@NOSPAMyahoo.com), October 28th, 2005.
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Animal collective
BunnyBrains out-freak the folkies, plus Broken Social Scene
BY CAMILLE DODERO
Devendra Banhart’s audience was warned. A week ago Wednesday, percussionist/singer Gregory Rogove from openers Tarantula A.D. tried to prepare the Somerville Theatre audience for about what was to follow. "BunnyBrains is up next," he told us. "Be afraid." Even though Boston should’ve known better — BunnyBrains have been kicking around here for a decade, with a five-disc box set issued just last year on Narnack — it was sorta like alerting a coastal city about an impending tidal wave. When 15 freaks materialized on stage, in the aisles, and at the back of the theater in half-assed character masks (a white-bearded lawn troll, a fuzzy unicorn hood, a wolf-snouted bass-player), it was as if Hanna Barbera had unloaded the company dumpster into the hall. Stringy-haired BunnyBrains mystic Daniel Bunny moaned nonsensical mantras like "Wade in the water" and "Take your shackles back!" while a cacophony of horns puked, a red-dressed woman yammered into a pair of microphones, another woman choked into a CB radio, and a shirtless guy shone a near-blinding spotlight onto the crowd. Screw Don McLean: this was the day the music died.
With characters on and off the stage in full freakout, it was difficult to tell who was in the band and who wasn’t — even more so when members of the local folk/performance art collective Dreamhouse dragged an enormous sky-blue tarp down the stage-left aisle like a Chinese New Year dragon, then covered the unsuspecting middle-orchestra section with the canvas. Cue people gettng furious, holding the tarp over their heads, trying to push it off. A theater manager appeared, ordered the sound cut, and loudly, hysterically declared the tarp a fire hazard. Plunge into Death’s Mark E. Moon later reported that Banhart’s father and friends "were really pissed off." A Northeastern sophomore laughed, "I have no idea how I’m going to explain this to my friends. Like a circus without any cages?"
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), October 28th, 2005.
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The band that opened for them was absolutely hysterical.. the bassist was dressed as a wolf.. and!!! Two girls from the audience, one of which was from uic, wrestled the wolf. I also found the burlesque costume that the female vocalist was wearing strangely erotic. Oh, and they were called Bunny Brains, seriously, what a name.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), November 5th, 2005.
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Anonymous said...
This opening act was beyond typical opening band suckiness. The lead singer was a big bearded guy with face paint and a prom dress. The guitarist was dressed like a WWI soldier. The drummer was a quasi phantom of the opera, the bass player was a wolf in tights and the 2nd singer was a woman with bright green hair and a taped on mustache (in a bikini).
We can't verify this for sure, but we're pretty sure that had local laws allowed it, each and every single band member would have been naked by the end of the show.
This would not have been a good thing.
I don't think they really even have songs. They just get up there and bang around on shit. It was pretty terrible. Of course, they'd probably think this is a complement. It's not. They can't even get the art rock acid shit down right. It was embarassing.
Before the show they came out and danced through the audience with an old time song in the background. You could tell they hadn't peaked yet with their highs and they looked uncomfortable and self conscious. Rightfully so.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), November 8th, 2005.
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-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), November 9th, 2005.
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-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), November 10th, 2005.
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Bunny Brains alone were worth the price of admission, not that the rest wasn't good, it was EXCELLENT, Devendra puts on an amazing show and dances so cute and is so little. Really cool arrangements on the songs too. And I liked how much he interacts with the audience. Very good.
Okay, Bunny Brains.. these guys are fucked up. The lead singer wears a pink dress and plays the guitar with a recorder. Like, he uses the recorder to play the guitar. The drummer wears and mask and jumps and hits drums placed all around the stage. The bassist wears a dog coustume and sings about animal S&M. Then there's this chick who started off playing a saw ("She's playing the saw!") but by the end she was merely rollng around on the ground making noises. The last member of the band was also female.. I think. She wore a gnome mask and big feet. Her role was to bang a microphone against random things on the stage.
All in all it was a very interesting experience.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), November 20th, 2005.
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The opening band, New York’s Bunny Brains, was more interesting to watch than it was to hear. The costumes and stage antics were phenomenal, but the music left a bit to be desired. As my friend remarked to me, it would have probably made much more sense had we been on acid. Luckily for us, they only played for about half of an hour, leaving plenty of time for Banhart and his band to take over and erase the bad memories of Bunny Brains’ music from the ears of the audience.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), November 20th, 2005.
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Bunnybrains successfully pissed everyone off who was there for a lovey-dovey, hippy-dippy folk festival. They started their set with half of their crew in the back of the room, in costume, on stilts, dragging a gigantic tarp over the audience as they made their way to the front. And not exactly a clean, new tarp. It smelled like campground, it was torn and filthy, and tied up in it was scrap metal, flattened cans, car parts, all banging and clanking together. It went for about about five minutes, the audience horrifyingly passing it over all their heads like the kindergarten parachute game, until the house killed the power. We sat while the Bunnies gathered up the tarp and dragged it backstage, and then they started their free-for-all back up again. Somehow, they succeeded in turning stoic Bostonians into free lovin' flailing, dancing hippies. A bunch of kids got up and dance with them next to the stage, on stage, behind the stage, lying on their back on stage. Goddamn the Bunnies make a gigantic lot of colorful noise. Strangest thing, watching twenty people in the spotlight, all dressed up as sumo wrestlers, wolves, chickens, aerobic instructors, and Richard Nixon, and then turning my head and watching motionless, slack-jawed audience members. Don't miss them. I'm not saying they're good, but they're certainly worth the price of admission (well, unless it's $20 for the show, which it was last night, but I didn't pay, I'd never pay that much, so it was worth the price of admission for me).
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), November 21st, 2005.
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Anonymous said...
This opening act was beyond typical opening band suckiness. The lead singer was a big bearded guy with face paint and a prom dress. The guitarist was dressed like a WWI soldier. The drummer was a quasi phantom of the opera, the bass player was a wolf in tights and the 2nd singer was a woman with bright green hair and a taped on mustache (in a bikini).
We can't verify this for sure, but we're pretty sure that had local laws allowed it, each and every single band member would have been naked by the end of the show.
This would not have been a good thing.
Before the show they came out and danced through the audience with an old time song in the background. You could tell they hadn't peaked yet with their highs and they looked uncomfortable and self conscious. Rightfully so.
This was the Minneapolis show, right? Most of the kids up front were from a local Christian college and were insufferable. Thank you for making them uncomfortable.
-- mason r butler (masonbutler@gmail.com), November 21st, 2005.
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VandelayInd
Oct 08, 2005
[Rating2875937]
The worst excuse for music.
That's all I have to say right now.
More later.
Rated:
LincolnHawks
Oct 08, 2005
[Rating2875911]
Y'know ranting about horrific opening bands is beginning to be somewhat of a regular occurrence on top of its delightful nature for me.
Bunny Brains is absolutely no exception, and when I saw Devendra Banhart's face solemnly turn to distressed stone upon hearing Bunny Brains create a life-succubus of annoying ruckus on "HIS" stage at (new Hollywood Club) Vanguard, I new that this review must become a reality.
Bunny Brains: a drunk guy in a fur towel with "Lolita" sunglasses, attempting to play two acoustic tracks only to have their retarded noise interrupted by his rising vomit or talk of how "LA drivers are fuckin' screwed up"........if this would have been the extent of Bunny Brains set, my life would be a happy one, instead his band decided to come up: tortured animal manifesto's and all!
You've got a guy with a Nixon mask and a Sumo suit, a guy with a Unicorn Mask, a chick with random shit all over her, and a third guy with a simple white fox mask. Each one of these character proceed to join their frontman and go on a high, drunken rampage all over Mr. Banhart's stage ("you getoff stage!" says Yacoff Smirnoff from the 3rd row). The worst part about this, of which set it apart from a mere on-stage neo-free love spectacle, was the fact that these people tried to play instruments, and aside from the bassist, none of them could or did.
The girl was perhaps the worst, I compare her to Fergee from the Black Eyed Peas...a blatant attempt at causing hard-on's, only this girl was slightly more of the extragenital consortium. Quite frankly, I didn't mind glancing at her protruding butt cheeks in hopes of seeing "something more", but this didn't make her a musician or anything resembling a real person. Her musical repertoire peaked at slamming her high heel against a metal folding chair while making the noise "eeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!"
Don't listen to this other guy, although Bunny Brains might represent the most intensely visceral experience of your ignorant or not-so-ignorant life, they are a complete joke, not to be bothered with.
Gime me a break. This is what morons declare brilliance because it hits them in such a tantalizing fashion of repugnant glee, they have no place to go but say it's great based on its weirdness. Weird is not good, good can be weird, and bad is sometimes weird, but a shoe is not a giraffe unless you mold it into a capillary gland
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), November 22nd, 2005.
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i have to admit to having had no interest in seeing you, dan bunnybrains, based on the photos i had seen - but after reading this reviews i rilly rilly want to check your shit. why why WHY could you not have been opening for devendra in the uk instead of that awful espers shit.
-- sean gramophone (sean@saidthegramophone.com), November 22nd, 2005.
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hahahaha, that's a good one.
-- scott seward (skotrok@earthlink.net), November 22nd, 2005.
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The Bunnybrains opened, quickly throwing their hat in the ring for Most Insufferable Band. Decked out in costumes ranging from a G.I. to a wolf to a party favor and rapper MF Doom with Indiana Jones’ hat and Dracula’s cape, damaged indie rock rarely gets so intentionally messy and incomprehensible. Daniel Saxton Bunny runs this racket — it looked like he had St. George’s Cross painted on his face — and rambled supposed drug musings over a chaotic din of arrhythmic bass, detuned guitars, and start-stop drums. There were (allegedly) songs called “Tommy Teeth” and “Mustache On Charles Coolidge’s Face,” but the best portion was when two girls were invited to wrestle the wolf onstage. Nothin’ beats the prop comedy of Carrot Top with a little Andy Kaufman.
-- scott seward (skotrok@earthlink.net), November 22nd, 2005.
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a bunny brains salute!
-- msp (m@shapeshifting.org), November 22nd, 2005.
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ill be in th uk playin may 7-13th and then th 14th at ATP..cmon out and show non-committal loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
xd
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), November 22nd, 2005.
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these pictures are fuckin' awesome:
http://junko.slide.com/c/Devendra+Banhart+_2B+Bunny+Brains
-- scott seward (skotrok@earthlink.net), November 22nd, 2005.
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its too bad for guys like that guy.
-- bb (bb@repellentzine.com), November 22nd, 2005.
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The show took place at Walter’s on Washington, a small venue that had no problem holding the 50 to 60 fans that attended. It commenced with a band straight out of an 8-year-old kids nightmare, including strange grownups dressed as a wolf, peacock, and freaky looking cats with masks, body paint and everything you need to make an indelible impression on not just a kids mind. They called themselves Bunny Brains and had a sound easily forgotten over their stage presence, which included much yelling and screaming (or meowing and howling?) from its members. They’re sound was driven by rhythmic guitars that were at best interesting, however, you could not prevent from wishing you arrived later after the circus had finished it’s act.
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), November 23rd, 2005.
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The Bunny Brains
Box the Bunny
Narnack
Box the Bunny is a collection of the previously vinyl-only output by Connecticut’s The Bunny Brains. It is a collection that is expansive and intense. The Bunny Brains is truly a freak show musically and performance wise. Still, this is pretty listenable set. The Bunnies have so many different sounds and styles (as well as band members) that they can continually bring something new to their noisy-psyche freakouts and make for a pretty interesting listen if you have four hours or so to trip your face off.
The obvious comparison for The Bunny Brains’ music is early Butthole Surfers. Never quite reaching the cohesive heights of the Austin maniacs, The Bunny Brains also lives in a world that encompasses everything from garage-rock to Kraut-rock to psyche jams that disintegrate to swells of distorted guitars and pulsating VU drumming. One can see a distinct progression disc by disc as the bunnies seem to “mature” in the most minimal of ways, but overall noise is the message and The Bunny Brains deliver this message over and over again to a fairly satisfying effect.
The live DVD really serves to show what this band is all about. The audio quality of the performances vary, but what really shines through is that this is an exhilarating live band. Filled with cross-dressing, mind-bending light shows, on-stage fires, and a vibe of absolute insanity, this is probably the most intriguing part of the box set. It shows that this band is, first and foremost, a group of performance artists. While the recordings are worth a listen, they do not seem to hold as much weight and get their point across as well as the live performances on the DVD.
This is an extremely interesting collection, and is a must have for those of you who live for early-Buttholes or supremely noisy no-wave stuff. It’s not hard to understand why the original releases were so limited and found such a limited audience. Still, it seems that the audience for really abstract, noisy music is increasing, and in this atmosphere The Bunny Brains certainly deserves another look and listen. – Larry Hess (2005, The Daily Copper)
-- dan bunnybrain (bunnybrain@hotmail.com), November 24th, 2005.
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