So last week, I ventured to the Black Cat to catch Veronica Falls, a band that a lot of my indie-minded friends have praised at one point or another. They have released their second album, Waiting for Something to Happen, which offers up more of the bright speedy pop found on their debut album.
Songs like “Broken Toy,” “Waiting for Something to Happen” and “If You Still Want Me” — which were played to good effect in the middle to latter half of the set — all come urgently while showcasing sweet harmonies between Roxanne Clifford and James Hoare, who share vocal duties while playing their guitars. Those guitars got louder as the show progressed, as the band seemed to arrange their set list to build up the sound and the layers as the show progressed.
While it’s a given that Veronica Falls are labeled shoegaze by many critics, they don’t exactly play like shoegazers. The guitar players notably keep their heads up and their instruments are rather quite free of the fuzzy guitar feedback that serves as a hallmark of the classic shoegaze sound. Their playing is muscular yet jangly, however, defying easy classification.
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A few weeks ago I asked our readers if they could help me name this mysterious new street artist, but in reality I knew the answer all along. These wheatpastings that went up overnight along 14th street were deliberately placed as part of Jeffry Cudlin’s show at Flashpoint, BY REQUEST. The idea behind his show was to challenge local artists to create the ideal work of art, at least as determined by some of DC’s most influential art minds. The catch? He had to be a part of every piece. In some cases his involvement was completely obvious, say for example, the 23′ long nude photo of him that you’ll either love or be terrified of. However to please the tastes of Pink Line Project’s Philippa Hughes, local artist Cory Oberndorfer transformed Cudlin into a fictional street artist from Nova Scotia named TWEE.
I had the honor of accompanying Oberndorfer and TWEE one late night to witness and document the evolution of DC’s newest street artist as he pasted his bittersweet characters along 14th street. The mission was simple. Scatter some art that Hughes was sure to love along a street that she travels every day. It would only be a matter of time before she became curious, and the gamble paid off when she posted a picture on Facebook the very next day asking, “Been seeing these along 14th Street. Who is it?” ObernTWEEfer had nailed it.
At the show’s opening at Flashpoint, Hughes was completely shocked to learn that the pieces she’d been seeing were made specifically for her, and that the queen of art gossip had just been played. It was a great social experiment that went off without a hitch thanks to the deviously creative minds of Cory and Cudlin. BY REQUEST will go down in history books as one of the most outlandish, well-marketed, and beautifully executed shows in DC. Well done, Mr. Cudlin. I mean, TWEE.