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New Show: MAN MAN

I thought Bro Fest 2011 would be the peak for Parade of Flesh this year, but I am surprised to announce, the Philadelphia “Viking-vaudeville, maniac Gypsy Jazz” band that dresses in white, MAN MAN will be coming back to town. Last time I brought them through turned into an insanely packed/sold-out show in April 2009, which should have been in a larger venue; I had no idea of the power of Man Man at the time. This go around, in the year of our lord 2011, Man Man will be performing at the 100 year old dance-hall that is SONS OF HERMANN HALL on Friday May 6th. I would encourage buying tickets in advance.

Friday, May 6th, 2011
MAN MAN (Philadelphia, PA)
@ Sons of Hermann Hall
3414 Elm St
Dallas, TX 75204
All Ages
On Sale here (friday).
$15 advance, $17 day of show
Sons is CASH ONLY.

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“Before the beginning…

Before the world came into existence, all was a chaos, unimaginably limitless and without shape or form. Eon followed eon, particle became mass: then, lo! out of this boundless, shapeless mass something light and transparent rose up and formed the heavens. And from the heavens fell five shapes, loud and heavy and jumbled, and from these rough forms were shaped and sculpted the first firsts: Honus Honus (the High-August-First-Voice), Sergei Sogay (the Divine-Center-of-Four-Strings), Pow Pow (the August-Beat-Divinity), Critter Crat (the Divine-Twang-and-Everything-Else) and Chang Wang (the Other-Twang-and-Wondrous-Everything-Else).

And they set out to fill the yawning void that gripped the earth, and they crammed the emptiness with sounds, of voices and guitars and drums, yes; but also with squeaky toys and pots and spoons and cap guns and chopsticks and old shoes and fruit and stuffed frogs. And such was their exuberant good time, and such was the mess they made, that they did not see their jealous creator, envious of their ingenuity and novelty items, sneaking up on their ebullient pandemonium and casting them out…

Today…

In their lost divinity, Man Man took up residence in Philadelphia, perhaps because of the Sweet Philly sound, Noam Chomsky, the water Sun Ra was drinking, Charles Barkley’s elbows, the excellence of the Philly lacrosse team or Rocky or Betsy Ross or John Coltrane. Or maybe it was it’s close proximity to south Jersey.

Never you mind. The point is, Man Man keeps on keeping on, filling the blankness with their weird/beautiful, esoteric/heart-rending, profound/hilarious sounds. There is so much lovely commotion to be made, Man Man famously does not break between songs during their live shows, but rather moves, revolving-door fashion, from one song to another, commandeering and discarding any of number of the instruments lying at their feet as the mood strikes and the music dictates.

Comparisons to the usual avant-garde forefathers – Captain Beefheart, Frank Zappa, Tom Waits – persist, but Man Man are decidedly not identity thieving or even overtly referencing these spiritual godfathers in their music, but rather are acting as torchbearers of the unusual, the spontaneous and the plainly fucking funny in an increasingly homogenized world. “I’m just making the songs I know how to write,” says Honus. “The one thing I want to clarify is that this is an organic project — who we are, the kind of lives we lived before we met each other, and the lives we have together. [That’s] what makes this band and this music what it is. I would say being broke is one of my biggest influences. That and being in and out of relationships. Those are bigger influences than listening to a Beefheart record.”

Indeed, it would be a mistake to write off Man Man as simply “experimental,” “psychedelic” or even “jokesy,” for they are some, but mostly none, of that. Their music is clearly rooted in rock, blues and pop, and they can really play all those instruments. A long list of the most successful, accessible and accomplished indie rock bands working today – think Arcade Fire, Modest Mouse, Cat Power – have asked Man Man on tour. At a Man Man show, one might see a hipster chaining up a fixie out front, a gaggle of high school kids with a genuine “Lord of the Flies/Peter Pan’s Lost Boy’s” fire in their eyes, some hippie old-timers, still in it to win it. The scope of their appeal attests to Man Man’s genuine abilities and the palpable emotion of the music.