Finest Worksong

Proof that I like Music that's less than 20 Years Old

New Music for the Week After Shark Week continues:

Some bands are just bands. They make music. They tour. They make what used to be called "records" (which used to exist) and now make something else (which exists mostly in cyberspace and on hard drives).

Other bands function more as movements, rallying their troops.

I know little that's true about Evangenitals (aside from the fact that their name is simultaneously the best and worst band name ever). Sure, there's stuff on their website about vegans, preachers, drunks, hillbillies, Johnny Cash, and the fine madness of late-night bowling. But is any of it true? Maybe.

Still, they can spin a fine yarn, and that counts for a lot these days.

In my mind, Evangenitals (apparently the "the" was removed when they were ten days old in some kind of musical circumcision) gather at sunset on the holiest of holy days, climb to the highest point in whatever city they find themselves in, and shout to all who'll listen of the agony and ecstasy of modern life. The result is sacred, profane, funny, insightful, serious, and shallow. All at once.

And if I had the power to do so*, I'd pass a law that every indie film made in North America about twentysomethings (and half the indie films made in Europe about twentysomethings and thirtysomethings) would have to include this song:




Locals in L.A. can catch Evangenitals next Saturday at Kulak's Woodshed, an amazing place to hang and hear live music. Non-locals will have to settle for watching the live webcast, which is still pretty cool.

* And let's all take a moment and think how much better the world would be if I did have that power.