Philly F/M Festival: Having sex with a girl who looks exactly like Siouxsie Sioux

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Philly F/M Festival: Having sex with a girl who looks exactly like Siouxsie Sioux

POSTED: Monday, September 27, 2010, 8:00 PM

Filed Under: Music Concert Review

Photo | Rachel Playe

The Cobbs

Day 1: The first lesson I learned at the Philly F/M Festival was a harsh one: These people are, like, responsible adults who start their shows on time. They must have kids or something. And, for me at least, that's a complete anomaly around here. So I arrived to see The Cobbs at Silk City around 9 p.m. — they were listed to go on at 8 — and dudes appeared to be halfway finished. Damnit. Ah well: I'm really into The Cobbs Sing the Death Capades, but the band just didn't live up its slick, clang-y psych-folk thing in person. It came off as ordinary rock 'n' roll and I guess I was just in the mood for something funkier. But I'm sure it's hard to achieve the eerie echo and well-produced sound that makes Death Capades so great in a live setting, huh?

Photo | Aaron Stella

The Dead Milkmen

Day 2: The Dead Milkmen played at World CafÃ© Live. I'm not sure what that means but it was definitely weird. 11-year-olds showed up with their parents, all clad in Milkmen tees and moshing together. Rodney Anonymous was self-aware about it, making jokes about how folk bands who sing about trees were usually in his shoes. They've definitely still got it; this show was by far the best performance I saw all weekend. Rodney went on a tirade about Ronald Reagan and "kids today" and how if you wanted to get laid when he was young, you had to have sex with a girl who looked exactly like Siouxsie Sioux. Then he just cussed for a few minutes straight with the intensity of someone who has both Tourettes and road rage and is also doing an impression of Lewis Black. And after all that, he still had a great singing/yelling voice.

Photo | Josh Rothstein

The Swimmers

Day 3: At this point, I decided I ought to see something I didn't know anything about, so I went for The Swimmers at Johnny Brenda's. They were good but every song sort of sounded the same. They'll be really great in a year or two, I think.

Photo | Josh Rothstein

Wow, that looks weird. This is Baby Flamehead sans faces.

Then I popped over to the Tritone because someone — maybe it was the Internet — told me to see Baby Flamehead. All I knew of the band was a few good songs and that cute picture of them all stuffed in the back of a car, so how could I resist? Eden Daniels sang really beautifully and Andy Bresnan played his giant bass like a motherfucker. When they asked for requests, someone young yelled out "The Cranberries!" Funny, but kinda a dick move, right?

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