Tonight, I’m having this huge ass party. And I’m gonna need YOU guys to suggest me some awesome party songs for my DJ to spin. I welcome a mix of techno-y dance songs/remixes along with plenty of hoodrat shit, since that’s pretty popular around here. Whatever gets girls shaking their ass, you know the drill. The new Diplo EP is certainly gonna be making a circulation, that’s for sure.
Concert Review: Black Dice w/ Nicky Da B & Rotten Milk @ One Eyed Jack's in NOLA
One Eyed Jack’s is a club located on Toulouse Street in New Orleans’ famed French Quarter. It’s an intimate venue with blood-red lights highlighting it’s psychedelic wallpaper. My friends and I were the first ones to arrive, and it seemed as if no one else was planning on joining us. As I talked to Black Dice’s tour manager, it was easy to see that tensions were high. The club owner was upset at the band that no one was showing up. Eventually, more people started filling up the club as the first act took the small stage.
I can’t seem to find any online information regarding the first group. Rotten Milk is a quartet of odd looking 20-somethings who spent their entire set entranced by their trippy drone music, staring out into a vast nothingness. Led by a knob-twiddling monkey man who looked suspiciously like the drug dealer from Pulp Fiction, Rotten Milk sounded like any other Brooklyn band with an indescribable sound. When she wasn’t standing behind a stack of amps while murmuring unintelligible lyrics into a vocorder, the band’s female saxophonist would jump into the crowd hoping to elicit some kind of response. Unfortunately, the night was too young and the attendees weren’t yet in the mood to take part in any rock & roll antics. Rotten Milk’s set ended after around 20 minutes of their psychedelic ramblings.
Next up was New Orleans native Nicky Da B who has been receiving some publicity lately due to his appearance on Diplo’s latest single. Looking at the crowd Sunday night, it didn’t seem like the type who would be enthused dancers, but our dear Nicky knows how to get anyone moving, and it seemed as if everyone there was getting down. This was apparent after a lanky white boy with 0% booty joined Nicky and his dancers on stage to shake it to the homegrown bounce music. Nicky Da B couldn’t do anything but thank the non-attending Diplo when the DJ started spinning “Express Yourself”, and I couldn’t help but do the exact same thing.
Up next on what might’ve been the strangest bill ever was the main act, Black Dice. It seems as though they took the best parts of the previous two bands (Rotten Milk’s experimental psychedelia and Nicky Da B’s electronic ecstasy) and got the whole club bouncing along to the ear piercing sounds, with stacked amps that kept the females in my group’s ears ringing hours after the show had ended. The band spent the entire set trigging all kinds of odd and annoying (in a good way) samples that gave the impression that the group wanted to create sounds that sound natural and human-like, not just made by some machine.
Black Dice have been in the game for a while now (15 years to be exact) and the guys all have wives now. The band paraded through new songs and old with expert precision. Each time one beat morphed into the next, there would be this great jarring effect on the entire crowd, followed by a unanimous sense of approval as the concert goers would move their asses to the new rhythm proposed by these sonic spelunkers.
Lead single “Pigs” was the show’s highlight, as it got a gloriously friendly moshpit going right in front of the stage. Black Dice are an old band, and it’s plain to see that their years of touring have resulted in their live show being crafted down to a science. It’s uncertain how much longer these guys will be around considering they may have an interest in settling down (I don’t see any Grammies or Top 20 hits in their future either, unfortunately), so I’d suggest going to witness their time-ripping sounds at any given opportunity.