Jeff Bailey BDAY: Ludlow Lions, Emergency Party, Used to be Women

Glasslands Gallery, 9pm, 21+

Knife Hyts ( ex-models mems) , Golden Triangle, Robot Death Cult, Mighty Robot AV

Glasslands Gallery, 9pm, 21+ MORE…

Nossa Party, Dj Sujinho

Glasslands Gallery, 9pm, 21+

Maxi Geil

Glasslands Gallery, 9pm, 21+

Artanker Convoy, Standing Nudes, MGMT

Glasslands Gallery, 9pm, 21+

Mongol Rally Benefit with Seasick and Late night DANCE PARTY!

Glasslands Gallery, 21+, MORE…

Intergalactic Booty Party Friday!

The year is 2007 and World War III has rendered New York an empty shell. The only survivors of the nuclear attack are residents of the Williamsburg waterfront who became immune to the nuclear waste due to years of exposure to the toxic sludge buried beneath their homes. Once an international Mecca for dance clubs, the city now only has one remaining disco, the Glasslands – where the interior space has been transformed to reflect the post-apocalyptic atmosphere outside, and the only music that remains are future-themed jams from the 1970s and early 1980s: intergalactic funk, space disco, and robotic electro. With an uncertain future, the inhabitants will party like it’s the end of the world.

Friday, June 29 New York Night Train and Live With Animals throw a ball for the survivors at Glasslands. The sonic artifacts of the misguided 20th Century vision of the future will be spun by Chris from Ghost Exits, Nick Ray from Viva l’American Death Ray Music, Dr. Wizard of the Earth, Sean from Stay High, and Jonathan from NewYorkNightTrain. The Marmaladies, Vashti and Carly from Golden Triangle will provide go go dancing. Short musical sets will be presented by Stu Spasm of Lubricated Goat, with his One-Legged Octopus and techno wizard Diako Diakoff. The space will be decorated and recreated by the Freestyle Art Association and Live with Animals. And the future lighting will be provided by Vietnam’s Ivan Sunshine. The admittance is only $3.

Be there or regret it throughout the uncertain quantity of hours and days that remain.

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“I Died For Beauty” Group Show Opening

Newman Popiashvili Gallery (504 West 22nd), 6pm - 9pm MORE…

June 27: Coydogs celebrate record release

In this age of every conceivable sub-genre on rock’n’roll, the world needs a pure bar band like Coydogs more than ever. A supergroup of sorts featuring the dirty guitar incisions of the Witnesses’ Darian Zahedi and the mighty thud of former Star Spangles’ rhythm section of Nick Storella and Joey Valentine, this combination of important NYC rock scene figures conjures a broader contemporary variant on good ol’ Johnny Thunders/Nikki Sudden East Village/London style r’n’r that’s a unique coalescence of the Faces no-BS immediacy, T-Rexish melodic vocal penchant, relaxed Creedency pacing, Byrds Sweetheart of the Rodeo-ish electric country folk ballads, blues, country, soul, Dylan, Chuck Berry, and dozens of other classic elements that should and do belong together without seeming forced or excessively self-aware. Tonight the boys will be New York Night Train’s guest DJ’s - celebrating the release of their latest single on the English 1965 label, “Nothing On Me”/”Think Twice.” So don’t think twice. Come on in. Grab a copy. Sit a spell.

When is Puddin’ Tang Time?

Puddin’ Tang performs at Matchless tonight (details here)

Searching for the ideal sound for the lazy urban heat? Flowing as relaxed and twangy as the Velvet Underground’s Loaded hits like “Cool It Down” and “Train Round the Bend”? Syncopated, strutty, and riff-based a’la Jonathan Fire*Eater/the Stones? Sweaty and swamp-assed as Tony Joe White? With the asymmetrical rhythmic pattern-making of the early Fall’s Americana-ish numbers? Fused together around the choruses with a wad of Tommy James’ bubblegum? But all coming from an unassuming classic indie rock perspective that could belong only to seasoned vets? If this makes your mouth water, you’re gonna love the way Puddin’ Tang rolls - a fanboat with steamboat dignity gliding across the black shadows and moon reflections of muddy Newton Creek, past the many rusty marvels of 20th Century industry. MORE…