by Steve Haruch
Harlem are into shit you don't even know, and they will be at The End tonight, with the rocking rock of Heavy Cream, the elusive "bedroom-to-Stereogum" sounds of Girls in the Eighties and the rocky jams of D. Watusi, aka Dillon from Kindergarten Circus. As you'll recall, D.P.R. had a few things to say about the globetrotting dudes of Harlem last time they rolled through:
Newest additions to the Matador Records roster Harlem originally hail from Tuscon, but the garage-punk trio seems to have gotten the hell out of Dodge just in the nick of time. And yes, by “Dodge,” I mean “Arizona.” Now based in Austin, Harlem make a fuzzy, lo-fi sort of rock ’n’ roll that, to quote myself, “is delivered with stoned indifference and a dash of sunshine-pop influence.” Sure, you could say outfits like The Black Lips do the whole modern-day Seeds/Sonics/13th Floor Elevators thing pretty well — and have been doing it longer — but Harlem don’t ditch strong melodies in favor of sloppy aesthetics. As loose and unrefined as they may be, they have undeniable pop know-how. And with 16 songs on their full-length debut, Hippies, as well as a propensity for instrument-swapping and general live antics, $8 seems an awfully small price to pay, right?
Rock o'clock at The End.