Danny Brown at Wooly’s, Sept. 27

Danny Brown at Wooly’s, Sept. 27

We here at DSM Shows are enthusiastic about local music. Our number one goal is to get people out to see what the musicians in our town have to offer. I mean, that’s why we all quit our jobs and now squat in an abandoned building next to a Starbucks (free wi-fi, free dumpster pastries). Seriously, we live for this shit. Well, with that said, the local scene can be damned because tomorrow Danny Brown will be in town. Known for his idiosyncratic vocal delivery, deep musical knowledge, and eclectic style, the Detroit MC is hands down one of the most important figures in rap music today. His wit, ear for atypical beats, and overall dopeness set him above the majority of his peers. And I haven’t even mentioned his live shows… In support of the highly anticipated Atrocity Exhibition, Danny Brown will be performing at Wooly’s with supporting acts Maxo Kream and ZelooperZ. Grab your tickets here, and preview the excellent “Really Doe” off of Atrocity Exhibition below: September 27 8 PM Wooly’s All Ages $25 Danny Brown Maxo Kream ZelooperZ More information available from the Wooly’s...
The Savage Young Taterbug “Shadow of Marlboro Man”

The Savage Young Taterbug “Shadow of Marlboro Man”

“I’ll never break your heart if you never break mine.” – The Savage Young Taterbug I first encountered the eternal highway drifter and perennial grinning ghost Charles Free (a.k.a. The Savage Young Taterbug) on 4th Street before I ever knew who he was or heard any of his music. Whenever I’d see him, he was usually sitting behind the Vaudeville Mews with a group of two or more crusty boys, constantly smoking cigarettes and frequently smiling as he searched the pavement for answers. I never interacted with him. He seemed to be something that was placed downtown, like a potted plant or lightpole, more forged into the scenery of brick and spackle than separate from it. I did, however, remember his face. It wasn’t until a few years later, when the underground tape scene was growing to be a larger part of my life, that I stumbled across his musical output. Immediately, his gnarled and hissy Americana collages and dusty songs struck me as something truly unique. I had never heard anything quite like it, and to this day I can’t say I’ve heard anything similar since. His live shows are the type of thing traveling bands still emphatically talk about when they come back through Iowa. His tapes, too, are something of legend, often fetching triple or more than their initial price on sites like Discogs whenever they infrequently appear. There’s a mystery to Taterbug that is all but lost in the information-saturated world of modern music. His presence is hardly felt first-hand. Instead, it’s through stories told of dumpster diving or getting kicked out of bars with the man; from faded photos which seem like they’re thirty years old. It...
Dubb Nubb, Curt Oren, Odd Pets, Glitter Density at Vaudeville Mews, Oct. 6

Dubb Nubb, Curt Oren, Odd Pets, Glitter Density at Vaudeville Mews, Oct. 6

Twin sisters Hannah and Delia Rainey form the the mighty two-headed hydra known as Dubb Nubb. Slamming foes into ocean waters with their thoughtful lyrics, destroying detractors by way of gentle guitar and ukulele strums, and crushing their competitors with their gentle good nature is the M.O. of these two lasses. Wait, the mythical Hydra slain by Hercules had MORE than two heads, you say? Okay, you’ve got me there. Well, the sax ripping road dawg known as Curt Oren will be rearing his hatted head for this one as well. And so is “Hi, we play one thousand shows a week, and we still draw a crowd, and we still kill shit because our songs are very well crafted and catchy” Odd Pets. There’s also local upstarts Glitter Density (who I thought was named Glitter Destiny, and when researching the band – i.e Googling them – found a gaggle of wonderfully gaudy and stupid pictures). Starts at 5:45, turkeys. Be there. October 6 5:45 PM Vaudeville Mews All Ages $5 Dubb Nubb Curt Oren Odd Pets Glitter Density More information available from the Vaudeville Mews...
Dead Mockingirds, Goldblums, Satellite State, and Hangman

Dead Mockingirds, Goldblums, Satellite State, and Hangman<3Bullshit at The Fremont, Aug. 17

A wise person once said, “Go to this fucking show” and I think that nugget of truth applies here. First of all, it’s at the Fremont, and they got cheap ass drinks and photos of babes on motorcycles lining their walls. Second of all, there’s three great local bands playing, including my baes, Goldblums, as well as the ever mind-murdering Satellite State and the wildly blown-out hangman<3bullshit. Third reason? There’s a dope touring band, Dead Mockingbirds, who you can give some of your money and attention to, because that’s all we Americans really want, right? And if all of that still isn’t enough to motivate you to stop taking dusters in an abandoned warehouse with three people you just met that night, the last time I saw Tony Weir (who is half of hangman<3bullshit along with Luke from Personal Whale), he practically set up his entire living room in racquetball court at the Social Club, and proceeded to conduct a cacophony composed of a smattering of band and audience members. No joke. So there’s that to look forward. Maybe. August 17 9 PM The Fremont Free 21+ Dead Mockingbirds Goldblums Satellite State hangman<3bullshit More information available...
Karen Meat & the Computer at the 80/35 Music Festival, July 10

Karen Meat & the Computer at the 80/35 Music Festival, July 10

Do you like quirky tales of drunken excess, domestic violence, and landlocked blues? Hows about veiled sadness draped in an unhealthy dose of cynicism and sarcasm? What about just good old fashioned impeccable songwriting? Well, if you answered yes to any or all of these, then boy do I have something for you. Enter in local “darlin’s” Karen Meat & the Computer. Backed by dsmshows contributor Phil Young on guitar, John Huffman (not Jory Brown, as the 80/35 website would have you believe) on bass, and Ramona Muse singing backup vocals and solely in charge of “computer” duties, the group is led by principal songwriter, guitarist and Miss Meat herself, Arin Eaton. Oh yeah, and some big old dope named Brad Turk is also in the band. He plays a dumb old oval shaped thing that makes twinkle sounds and drum beats and even sometimes he plays a dumb old guitar. Big whoop. Listen guys, I know that last paragraph was kind of harsh, but if ya’ ain’t gonna let me jest and poke ribs, then what the heck am I doing here? On the real, Karen Meat & the Computer is the kind of dream band you never knew you needed. Brad and Arin’s songwriting dynamic fit almost too perfectly together, and their humorous, heart-achingly direct song lyrics leave you wanting more. The band is kind of like a Bomb Pop, with it’s separate flavors, all limited but connected. Like, once you reach the end of the Bomb Pop and start gnawing on the compressed wood stick which holds the whole thing together, and the slivers start making their way into your gums and your mouth begins...