A sovereign nation of drum-toting, megaphone-wielding musical savages
PREVIEW As if it were a sovereign nation of drum-toting, megaphone-wielding musical savages, Foot Village bears its own two-pronged manifesto, stating "Our national language is drumming, our national pass-time is screaming." This declaration aptly sums up the Los Angeles group's polyrhythmic sonic attack, which is studded with explosions of feral hoots and hollers, and three drum sets' worth of cataclysmic crashing, hissing, and banging.
The band's witch-doctor blend of hardcore punk and noise rock is at its best on "Bones": visions of bloodthirsty, amphetamine-fueled jungle warriors out to collect heads come to mind via Grace Lee's wild yawps over the rest of the Village's battle cries and death-drum rolls. Foot Village's forthcoming album of "drum essays," titled Anti-Magic (Upset the Rhythm) and out June 2009, will be the young collective's blueprint for its war upon the ethereal as its avows to "embrace the physical and the physical alone." Considering the group's aggressively carnal approach to music, god help anyone who gets in its way. The ensemble will perform with the Drums a new project with John Dwyer, ex of the Coachwhips and currently of Thee Oh Sees at Bottom of the Hill, making it a blitzkrieg of eardrum assault with no electric guitars or bass in sight. This isn't the usual clamor we San Franciscans are fed, but the citizens of Foot Village are clearly ready to shovel their bristling wall of sound down our hungry throats.
FOOT VILLAGE With the Drums, T.I.T.S., and Casy and Brian. Wed/18, 9 p.m., $8. Bottom of the Hill, 1233 17th St., SF. (415) 621-4455, www.bottomofthehill.com