Dan here. Judging by the submissions we've been getting, I feel I need to clarify what we're looking for when we say "Ass-Terrible Grindcore Bands". We're not looking for smart music played by talented people, duh. If you're doing something innovative or the least bit interesting, please do not apply. Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music has already been used in art installations, co-opted by the art establishment, therefore its noise is not what we're looking for.
Read the following if you're thinking about applying, hopefully it will clear up some confusion.
"We're a 4-piece inspired by the work of the Dream Syndicate"
No. Don't apply.
"Inspired by John Cage's 'Happenings', our band plays unannounced gigs in the audience during arena rock shows."
That's good, but not for this.
"After graduating from the Rhode Island School of Design-"
Let me stop you right there...
"wear the fastest band in our high school. at the battle of the bands, we made a girl cry. mike (drums, vocls) plays double bass real fast. our biggest hit is called 'sayonara surprise' its about fight club. we also wrote a song about fight club. the demo's not good quality, mike's drums are so fast that his double bass made the microphone fall off the bass amp, so it all sounds like butt, just vocals and drums. sorry"
Ladies and gentlemen, we may have a winner.
Keep those tapes coming...
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Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Looking for Ass-Terrible Grindcore Bands
Ok. We’ve got an installation due for the New Year, but Bailey’s and grocery-store eggnog kind of snuck up on us, so we’re just now emerging from about a ten-day lost weekend and need a little help.
This is what we’re thinking: we’re going to give some ass-terrible grindcore bands their big break. It’ll be like American Idol meets American Movie meets...I don’t know...maybe Wet Hot American Summer.
People like Matthew Barney and the Museum of Contemporary Canadian Art have slowly been working extreme music into the art world by getting talented extreme musicians out of their usual habitats (caves and castles and graveyards and what-have-you) and putting them in museums so your average Joe-on-the-street can see that these people have elevated what they do to an art form. That’s great.
But here’s the problem: they’re getting good musicians. They need to get crappy musicians. We spent the better part of the 20th century proving that art doesn’t have to be good to go in museums, and now we’re backtracking. No! This is wrong.
So we’re calling the world’s worst extreme bands. If you’re seventeen and don’t know how to play guitar but you make noise with the neighbor’s kid who’s thirteen because he’s the only one you know with a drum kit and parents who’ll let you turn your amp up past three, or if you’re fifty and you used to be in Ratt but now you’re trying to earn some street cred or if you’re anywhere in between – but just so long as your band really, really sucks – drop us a line, but pronto.
We’ve got gallery space and a deadline, we’ll build replicas of your practice spaces and let you bang away for the cognoscenti...which, let’s face it, is a better deal than you’ll get from anybody else.
Vince out.
Note to those little Brazilian kids on YouTube – don’t bother applying. You’re too good.
This is what we’re thinking: we’re going to give some ass-terrible grindcore bands their big break. It’ll be like American Idol meets American Movie meets...I don’t know...maybe Wet Hot American Summer.
People like Matthew Barney and the Museum of Contemporary Canadian Art have slowly been working extreme music into the art world by getting talented extreme musicians out of their usual habitats (caves and castles and graveyards and what-have-you) and putting them in museums so your average Joe-on-the-street can see that these people have elevated what they do to an art form. That’s great.
But here’s the problem: they’re getting good musicians. They need to get crappy musicians. We spent the better part of the 20th century proving that art doesn’t have to be good to go in museums, and now we’re backtracking. No! This is wrong.
So we’re calling the world’s worst extreme bands. If you’re seventeen and don’t know how to play guitar but you make noise with the neighbor’s kid who’s thirteen because he’s the only one you know with a drum kit and parents who’ll let you turn your amp up past three, or if you’re fifty and you used to be in Ratt but now you’re trying to earn some street cred or if you’re anywhere in between – but just so long as your band really, really sucks – drop us a line, but pronto.
We’ve got gallery space and a deadline, we’ll build replicas of your practice spaces and let you bang away for the cognoscenti...which, let’s face it, is a better deal than you’ll get from anybody else.
Vince out.
Note to those little Brazilian kids on YouTube – don’t bother applying. You’re too good.
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