Baby, it’s cold outside
burrowing deep enough into my bones to justify a crackling piñon fire at dusk and a second layer of clothes on the nightstand. Which reminds me: if you miss at (401 S. Guadalupe St., 983-4559) on
you deserve to be frostbitten in your naughty parts and then gummed to death by toothless Tea Party zombies. Baste your mind’s eye in that image for a moment before reading on.
Formed in 2002 from bits and pieces of Portland, Oregon’s, gigantic pool of talented young musicians, The Thermals are currently on tour in support of their fifth studio album, Personal Life, released on the Kill Rock Stars label in September. Chris Walla (Death Cab for Cutie) returns as producer, having assumed that duty on the band’s 2004 full-length. With this record, the band turns from politics, religion, death, and addiction — and the bitterness they can cause — and turns to themes of love and relationships, and the bitterness they can cause.
Westin Glass, former Santa Fe resident and percussionist for now-defunct local band Mistletoe, continues to hit skins for The Thermals, and the new album is percussion-driven to the core. While Personal Life may be a little more restrained and pop-oriented than earlier releases — like 2006’s melodic-post-punk gem The Body, the Blood, the Machine, produced by Brendan Canty of Fugazi — it’s still a testament to The Thermals’ ability to transition toward a new sound without totally alienating diehard fans of the band’s faster, harder material. Expect a set list that includes a mix of old and new songs. And guess what, kids? This one’s an all-ages affair — but the over-21 grown-ups still get access to the hard stuff with valid ID. Atlanta all-girl grunge-pop punkettes and local indie rockers
also perform. Advance tickets for the early show (things get started at 7 p.m.), $10, are available online at www.corazonsantafe.com or by calling 505-886-1251. Admission at the door is $12. When High Mayhem Emerging Arts, The Process, and the Meow Wolf arts collective join forces, angels get their wings and unicorns with golden horns sprout from oilslicked pools of utter despair. OK, perhaps that’s a slight exaggeration, but cool things do happen. Consider, for instance, a show these local organizations and promoters co-present with Portland, Oregon (again, I know!), indiemedia label and “long-distance friendship experiment” Lasercave at (2811 Siler Lane, www.highmayhem.org) on At catch the which brings together the electro-glitch genius of digital-dance-track demon
aka Jeff Brodsky (go to his MySpace page and give “Disco Drymouth” a spin — you’ll thank me); the drum-and-tuba-drenched, experimental gospel pop of Oregon duo local one-man bedroom-pop love machine (aka Noah DeVore); and multimedia artist and Santa Fe native (www.jessemalmed.net). Admission for the all-ages show is only 5 bucks, so there’ll be plenty of your hard-earned cash leftover for holiday shopping at the merch tables.
— Rob DeWalt