Shane Parish returns, this time performing a solo set of acoustic numbers from his most recently released albums, 2022’s Liverpool (Tzadik) and 2024’s Repertoire (Palilalia Records).
The Athens-based guitarist is the driving force behind the math-punk mania of Ahleuchatistas, and is a member of the Bill Orcutt Guitar Quartet. Armed only with an acoustic guitar, Parish leads an emotional, contemplative journey, where each song becomes a new canvas for his introspective artistry.
“Parish possess a seamless ability to rise above his highly evolved technical skill level as an improviser, arranger, and composer, always allowing the true beauty of the music he’s playing to shine above all else.”
Robocromp is a duo featuring Atlanta saxophonist Jeff Crompton (also of Anagrams) and Chattanooga-based guitarist Rob Rushin. Together, they channel an eclectic blend of avant-garde jazz and experimental rock into mostly original numbers and occasional covers by Ornette Coleman, Abdullah Ibrahim, and the likes.
$15. 8 p.m. Sat., Sept. 28. First Existentialist Congregation of Atlanta, 470 Candler Park Dr NE.
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Corndogorama: The Musical. Photo by Sam Feigenbaum
Corndogorama is back!
It’s been eight years since our friend David Railey—a veritable Vanna White to Atlanta’s indie rock scene—hosted the Corndogorama. The DIY summer music festival is known for its casual community-oriented atmosphere and marathon of local bands on stage.
This year’s resurrection may have seemed like a Record Plug event to the uninitiated. The magazine was a key sponsor and a curator of this year’s lineup, as we sought out and rallied the bands to play all three days—June 21-23, 2024. But make no mistake, Corndogorama is the brainchild of—and the birthday party celebrating—Railey’s decades-long tenure in Atlanta’s music scene. Remember his bands? American Dream? Ancient Chinese Secret? Casionova? Day Mars Ray? Jesus Honey? The list goes on. Corndogorama has endured countless ups and downs since it kicked off at Dottie’s on Memorial Drive way back in 1996.
This year was wrought with an equal number of ups and downs. But hey, we raised $2,515 for Upbeat: The Tigerbeat Foundation for musicians, a non-profit organization dedicated to getting struggling independent musicians back on their feet via an emergency grant program.
Over the years, my [Kip’s] bands (Haricot Vert, Freemasonry, Chocolate Kiss, Clemente, Victory Hands, et al) have played various benefit shows. Oftentimes I never heard how the numbers turned out, so I wanted everyone to know what their collective efforts raised.
The attendance for Friday was decent, Saturday turned out great, and Sunday was a bust. But that’s okay. Three days in the June heat is a big ask. But the bands played on, and we appreciate every one of you who came out, said hello, and watched the show.
It was three days of musical triumphs and logistical catastrophes: No Corndog eating contest? No vendor tents? No flip-flop parade, no ass-kissing booth? No Topo Chico! That sucked! Oh well. It’s been nearly a decade since the Corndogorama went down, and some skills have to be relearned. We’ll be back next year stronger than ever.
Saturday’s crowd warmed our hearts, and it helped cover the whole weekend’s production costs. I [Kip] personally want to thank Amos, Van, and the whole A Rippin Production crew for keeping everything running smoothly, despite Saturday’s murderous heat. They put in the work and kept the costs low to raise as much as possible for Upbeat. Thanks are also due to Shane Pringle, Tim Song, and Boggs Social & Supply, who selflessly took no money from the ticket sales. They worked the full weekend, relying on bar sales alone to cover their end. It’s a good thing y’all drank so much.
Shane’s band Bad Spell tore up the outdoor stage on Saturday.
Pabst Blue Ribbon was an excellent sponsor, donating kegs and money, and Music Go Round saved our tails by loaning us the outdoor backline. Topo Chico! Where were you? We waited for you with bated breath and hope in our hearts, but you left us hanging.
Ups and downs. Maybe we’ll see you next year.
A sincere and exhaustive shout-out goes to all the bands that performed throughout the weekend; those who gave their time and delivered stellar performances reminded us of why we’re in this in the first place. And we know it’s a labor of love to practice even a short set, haul yourselves and your equipment across the city to the venue, put on a show under the squelching summer sun, and then break it all down, load it up, and lug it all back to the practice space.
Absolutely 100%, Corndogorama would not have been able to raise a single penny for Upbeat without your time and energy. We’re sending the most sincere thanks to all of you. There were too many bands to name here, but we see you, and we love you. All of you. Thank you for sticking by Corndogorama (see what we did there?). See you next year! Until then, check out Alexa Kravitz and Sam Feigenbaum’s photos from Corndogorama: The Musical. — Kip Thomas (with some help from Chad Radford)
It’s difficult to believe that it’s been eight years since the last Corndogorama set up with its summer fair vibes with local music galore—nearly 40 bands and two DJs and fire performers are on deck for this weekend.
The long-standing Atlanta tradition returns this year, taking over Boggs Social & Supply on the Westside with three days of deep-fried good times. … Yes, there will be veggie corndogs for the veggies who walk among us, and the celebrated corndog eating contest goes down Saturday afternoon at 4:10 p.m. Who will eat the most corndogs, and how many can they keep down? This is an endurance test that’s not to be missed.
Saddam Death Cave’s Planned Obsolescence EP proves that the hardcore struggle is real, and life’s daily tormentors grow increasingly difficult to rise above as time passes. The 10-inch record’s collective resume channels decades of Southern punk, hardcore, and alternative rock pedigree: Guitar player Marlow Sanchez is an alumnus of All Night Drug Prowling Wolves, Rent Boys, and Swing Riot. Bass player Brian Colantuno played in Mission To Murder. Guitarist Mike Brennan played in Otophobia and still plays in Primate with Mastodon’s Bill Kelliher. Drummer Keefe Jutice was in the Close. Vocalist Gray Kiser fronted Winston-Salem’s straight-edge crew Line Drive.
With Planned Obsolescence, these statesmen of the scene tighten their focus to hone a classic hardcore charge, fusing experience with razor-sharp riffs and manic rhythms. Kiser’s visceral, powerful voice in the opening number, “The Last Living Mountain” is a fiery rip on rising above repression and the mechanisms of societal control. “The Gods They Made” follows through with a high-speed agit-snarl that hits on an existential level. “Aging Well, Aging Often,” Midlife Christ,” and a breakneck cover of Naked Raygun’s “Rat Patrol” vacillate between moving at a full-throttle pace, and proving that humor goes a long way, as fighting the age-old tyrants—authoritarianism, social control, and complacency—culminates here in 10 blasts of passionate, intelligent hardcore. SDC plays them like they mean it.
NOTE: Since the Planned Obsolescence EP was released, co-founding bass player Colantuno has parted ways with SDC. Ex-Otophobia and 12 oz. drummer and guitar player Elliot Goff has joined the group playing bass.
SDC’s first show with Goff playing bass is at Disorder Vinyl on Sun., June 23. They’re playing Athens at Buvez on Thurs., July 18, and at Boggs Social & Supply with Dayglo Abortions on Wed., Aug. 7.
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We’ll talk about the book for about 25 minutes. After that, Tom will play a few songs and sign copies of the book. It’s free to attend and we’ll start at 5:30 p.m. sharp! Copies of A Really Strange and Wonderful Time will be available for purchase at the store. Criminal Records is located at 1154 Euclid Ave NE A in Little 5 Points.
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Friday, February 23: Night One The Vaginas, Blood Circuits, Night Shrines, After Words (playing their first show since 1989), and Bog Monkey. $15. Doors open at 7 p.m.
Cemetery Filth
Saturday, February 24: Night Two Cemetery Filth, Day Old Man, Shehehe, Breaux!, Los Ojos Muertos, Blind Oath (OK), and Billy Hangfire $15. Doors open at 7 p.m.
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Jeremy Wilms has spent much of his professional life working as an auxiliary player—a sideman to a cast of musical innovators both revered and obscure. While discussing highlights from throughout his career he connects the dots from Atlanta’s early ‘90s free jazz outfit the Gold Sparkle Band to pop megastar Beyoncé; New York’s free jazz icon Ornette Coleman to Duluth, GA’s late ‘80s hardcore scene (he was in the acoustic punk outfit No Marching Orders alongside Act of Faith vocalist Robbie Fuller). Wilms even arranged the strings and brass heard in “A Few Words For the Firing Squad,” the closing number from Run the Jewels’ latest album, RTJ 4.
The more collaborators he mentions the more impressive the list becomes. From suppertime jazz to skronking and wailing, Wilms has achieved about as much as is possible in his role. With his latest album, The Fighter (Cart/Horse Records), Wilms reaches for a deeper plain of existential songwriting that comes from within.
“In the past, I never felt secure as a strong songwriter,” Wilms says. “It was easier to learn stuff on guitar, bass, piano, even drums, and work as a musician right away than it was to get out there and sing or front any kind of act. As I was writing a lot of these songs, I realized that I was reconciling leaving the working musician lifestyle behind.”
In 1995, Wilms graduated from Georgia State University with a Bachelor’s degree in music. Soon after, he moved to New York to earn his Masters at CUNY Queens College. In New York, he studied under renowned pianist, composer, and educator Kenny Werner.
“I studied off-and-on with him for about a year,” Wilms says. “At the time, I was playing pretty heady jazz stuff and was writing new music. Probably the most important lesson I got from him came when he said to me, ‘There are plenty of jazz guitarists. You don’t need to play jazz guitar. What’s your thing, man? What do you do?’ More than any technical thing that I learned from him, that was the crux of what I got out of studying with Kenny Werner, and I spent a lot of money getting that out of him!”
While in New York, Wilms found work playing alongside everyone from Martín Perna’s afrobeat ensemble Antibalas, and even played bass in the Broadway production of Fela!, based on the songs of Nigerian composer and political activist Fela Kuti. He also did a stint playing with jazz drummer Chico Hamilton, and the electronic funk band Chin Chin who released music on El-P’s Def Jux label.
When the pandemic hit in 2020, life in New York became untenable. A few of Wilms’ neighbors succumbed to early variants of COVID-19. Around that same time, the city placed massive body storage freezers within blocks of his home.
He moved back to Atlanta to escape the seemingly apocalyptic conditions. With the move came a desire to avoid returning to a life of balancing live gigs five nights a week between long stints on tour. In time, as he continued writing music, new songs bearing titles such as “All the Roads,” “Born To Die,” and “Stopping On A Dime,” began taking shape.
“All the Roads” kicks off The Fighter, laying out a blueprint for the album’s rich melodies and sparse acoustic folk stylings. The Fighter takes shape as a focused and refined effort when placed next to previous releases such as Layers: Compositions from 2010-2012 and 2013’s Dancer Pants.
“It’s happened to me only a few times in life, but I dreamed the last chorus of ‘All The Roads,’” Wilms says. “I woke up singing the last chorus, the words, and the melody in my head. Immediately I got up and figured it out on my piano.”
Jeremy Wilms
Wilms continued writing the song in his head while breaking up the monotony of his pandemic days by taking long walks alone, sometimes for hours.
“All The Roads” builds around a theme of spending a lifetime making decisions aimed at achieving one singular goal but still feeling lost. “But then you reach a point where you come back around and figure out that you’ve had what you’ve needed all along,” Wilms says.
The third song on The Fighter, “Hey My,” is a sparse and droning organ, acoustic guitar, and mandolin piece that fleshes out the album’s psychedelic essence. It also illustrates the chemistry in the studio between Wilms and co-producer Kyle Spence working at RJS studio in Athens.
The song came about after both Wilms and Spence spent time discussing the songs’ arrangements and zeroing in on the sounds they wanted.
The bright, upfront songs are the perfect showcase for Wilms’ voice. Other musicians joined in as well. Drummer Bo Bedingfield, bass player Nick Robbins, and backing vocalist Julia Haltigan all contribute to the remarkable care and depth that went into crafting The Fighter’s majestic aura.
“Hey My” and another song titled “Props”—the latter featuring ethereal trombone sounds courtesy of Smoota—are tonal pillars for a conceptual arc that revealed itself as the album came together.
“I’m not trying to jump through hoops or check off someone else’s boxes,” Wilms says. “As long as I can pull it together and keep doing that, who knows? Maybe next year it’ll be a total noise record. It might not be a singer-songwriter thing. Whatever it is, as long as I can do it without having to be someone else for other people, I will keep at it.”
A version of this story originally appeared in the January 2024 issue of Record Plug Magazine.
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