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Saturday, July 22nd, 2006
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Some bands gain widespread underground recognition by making great records, others do so through the strength of their live performances. Some bands earn respect simply through the plain hard work of heavy touring and a life away from home. Rarely can all of these things be said of the same band, but Berkeley's AFI is an exception.
An overseas publication once mistakenly attributed the words "Aggressive, Furious, Intense" to the initials that comprise their name. These adjectives all describe their music accurately, but it is also at times somber, melodic and beautiful. Not content to stand still artistically, they still possess the same manic energy they did when they first burst onto the East Bay punk scene via 924 Gilman Street in the middle of last decade; AFI has also forged ahead musically into new territory with each release, pushing the limits of the hardcore punk genre and redefining it in the process.
I've had the privilege of watching this evolution from their first performance in a living room almost ten years ago to their latest brilliant performance in a hall packed with their rabid following-their last before entering the studio to record a new album due out this fall. On a beautiful Berkeley spring day near March's end, I sat with the band in the dimly lit room of lead singer Davey Havok that is known as "The Clavet" (closet + cave), for a conversation on all things past, present and future in the world of one of the most exciting bands in underground music today. - Nick 13
current music: Brian Eno- Here Come The Warm Jets
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| Saturday, June 24th, 2006
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Again and again they blend into one, We are the wakeful, wry, watchful. My father the morning pushes through moonlight love. So what's sleep? sleep. We're awaiting. I'm tired, so tired, but it seems that there's someone here with me. Deathless ones. A story at three with the shrillest of cries. My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes. So beautiful. They sing to me their elegy. requiem. I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy.
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