Ignorance is bliss, somebody said. And even though most of us couldn’t agree to a freedom based on lies, the most merciful thing in the world is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of infinity, and the sciences have hitherto harmed us little; someday the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
For example, did you know that pollen is basically plant sperm? It’s not that I’m allergic to spring, dammit, but that my nose is not a flower to be fertilized! Oh, ignorance is bliss!
But not in all cases, of course – not here at The Bubble. Knowledge might not be bliss itself, but it can lead us to it. That’s why I’ve spent all week walking around BA, sneezing and scheming to get you this week’s musical recommendations for you to rock or rave.
Once again, Molotov strikes a chord with all BA’s anarchists and angsty leftists who wish to vent their rage against the machine in a social expression that entails less government property destruction and more aesthetic expression. Since their arrival was scheduled about six months ago, the question remains: did they smell our economy’s collapse from afar, or was it just a serendipitous “coincidance”? (See what I did there? Coin + dance + serendipitous – yes that’s a word = coincidence! Coincidance is not a word, unless you guys start tweeting about it.)
In fact, Molotov comes to Buenos Aires every year, and, yes, it was a fortuitous synchronicity of events that wove together Argentina’s dollar explosion and Molotov’s arrival in the fabric of destiny. If Molotov could smell economic collapse, they’d be IMF counselors, not anti-establishment musicians. Molotov themselves need no introduction – anyone can hum the tune to Here We Kum (and we don’t care mucho) – so if you’re feeling like you need a dose of politically correct striking against The Man, get your tickets to see Molotov from Livepass. It’s also a great way to meet feminists… Though they probably don’t want to meet you in the first place, so keep that in mind.
9 PM | AR $800 | Teatro Sala Opera | Calle 58 – La Plata
Paulinho Moska is coming to Buenos Aires to celebrate his 25-year career as a solo act after having spent the last two traveling and playing throughout Brazil. He is known in his motherland for being one of the most authentic expressions of the traditional bossa-nova singer-songwriter routine, something of an abstract version of Caetano Veloso with less jazz and more swing.
Having recently gained international acclaim for his latest blockbuster composition, A Seta e o Alvo, Argentina will be the first country he visits on his new tour. It is our job, then, to give this guitar virtuoso and mellow-voiced pansexual seducer a warm welcome. So if you want to let loose both your sit-com romanticism and bed-ridden libido, this is the show to go to. Forget Molotov. That’s for setting the world on fire.
9 PM | AR $850 | La Trastienda Samsung | Balcarce 460
Remember the scheming I told you I was doing around the city with a runny nose and an empty wallet? Well, apparently my Sherlock antics have paid off because, through a series of lucky smiles and little lies I amassed the following highly classified information: in the heart of Palermo Hollywood, this Thursday, SANDRO (the Arabian disco genius that was part of the legendary Highlife secret party lineup), ALEXDIVET (straight from Paris), and LE NATE (eletro-beat overlord supreme) will be keeping the eternal flame of disco lit, old-school style.
Get ready for a night of vinyl-spinning, cocktails, and possibly even some pool diving… There’s always that one drunk guy who thinks he can do the moonwalk by the pool without falling in. This event will also inaugurate the venue, simply called The House – picture the mansion from Peter Seller’s film “The Party” – as the new hip place in Palermo to brag about. Don’t say I didn’t tell you!
7 PM | AR $200 | The House| Costa Rica 4651
Of Montreal is a band plagued with confusions in nomenclature. First of all, they’re not from Montreal: they’re from Athens. Second of all, that’s Athens, Georgia, not Athens The Original, A.K.A., the Greek Capital. Perhaps due to his hometown’s confusing name – couldn’t they call it New Athens? – Kevin Barnes, the band’s frontman, decided to make confusion his trademark. Born as a pop act that swiftly ventured unto the psychedelic arena, Of Montreal’s quirky music contains elements of cosmic disassociation, cult-movie references and synths that sound like any other instrument but a synth.
Part of the Elephant 6 collective, Of Montreal has been gradually stepping up their kung-fu Zionist masquerade to include walls of sound and stage gimmicks. The combination of more than a decade of pushing the limits of what psychedelic can mean- whilst still being defined as a pop act for their structured rhythms and theatrical mise en scène – with our own local crazy fan-base is something that goes beyond my critical vision to foreshadow, but I can prophesize this: it will be a show worth watching.
9 PM | AR $800 | Niceto Club| Niceto Vega 5510
Ok, so… Trap. No. I don’t mean this is a trap. I’m speaking of the newfound genre of music that combines the worst of hip-hop and reggaetón and mixes it in a way that sounds, might I say, interesting? Based around a reggaetón beat with severe blip deficiencies and a form of rapping that is more akin to speaking than singing, trap is the new label of today and it is here to stay. Over the last few years trap artists have been cropping up in Buenos Aires like moth memes have been cropping up in my feed this week.
Duki has been crowned the “King of Trap” by his fans, who’ve led him astray with enough delusions of grandeur to convince the Luna Park music coordinators to let him perform. But of course, after having sold out Grand Rex theater in a week, who are we to tell people what to listen to, right? Oh. Yeah. That’s my job, actually. I’m not telling you to download Duki’s entire flamboyant discography, but maybe his act has something to it more than hype. Only one way to find out!
9 PM | AR $400 | Estadio Luna Park | Bouchard 465
Shaman y los Pilares de la Creación
Strangely enough, Shamán y Los Pilares de La Creación (Shaman and the Pillars of Creation) titled their new LP The First is the Last. How can the last be the first, when this is their second album? These guys seem not to be entirely rooted in materiality, or logic. But do they really need logic while making strange ethereal sounds? One too many ayahuasca sessions might have rendered their physical forms into astral emanations.
Born into rock and developed in the imaginarium of Dr. Fantasia, Shaman is a band that defies the limits imposed by their own instruments, and take us into a voyage of inner truths and blah blah blah. They’re actually really good, but all of this pseudo-mystical mumbo jumbo always gets in the way of proper reporting. So we’ll just have to see, won’t we? As the hare says to Alice in Wonderland: “The best way to explain it is to do it.” See you there!
9 PM | AR $200 | Xirgu Espacio UNTREF | Chacabuco 875
Our favorite chthonic witch, Juana Molina will be playing again this Saturday at Niceto Club. She is unforgettable, a rare born mystical creature of subtle heart, and each time she performs live she enters a sort of trance that sticks like glue to the audience as if she were the Styx’s very own boatman of the Souls, Charon, and was leading us into a mellow, more ethereal existence. Daughter of Horacio Molina, the tango singer, and Chunchuna Villafane, the feisty actress, she combines both her lineages into songs that have equal parts expression and lyricism.
A poet in her own way, her music oscillates from ambient to indie pop and from neofolk to psych rock, although she is usually tagged with the umbrella term “folktronica.” So expect the unexpected, as in any of Juana’s shows. Her debut album, Rara, produced by Gustavo Santaolalla in 1996, still remains a seminal album of Argentina’s indie scene, and is the best entry way for anyone to discover her music. That, or seeing her this Friday!
9 PM | AR $350 | Niceto Club | Niceto Vega 5510
Inside the studio of one of Argentina’s most renowned plastic artists – El Gato Ragazzoni – there will be an event taking place that defies the limits imposed by language. Many interests will be converging for those people with a wide enough scope of cultural apperceptions (and I do mean wide). First, the highly awaited UFC fight between the current title withholder, the Irish playboy MacGregor, and the runner-up underdog of Tehran, Khabib, will be projected on a giant screen inside the studio… as you dance to the beats of SANDRO (again!), Mari Sa, Arwy and Rocha – four local beat-producers that are the best of the underground electronic scene in Buenos Aires.
Although each has developed his own style, they will be playing the greatest selection of deep-house, italo-disco and minimal tech all night long. So, what are you saying, Gian? That we can cruise through the studio like a private museum, watching the fight with our friends like it was the Superbowl, and dancing our asses off while doing so? Well, I don’t know… Can you?
10 PM | AR $200 | El Gato Viejo| Av. Libertador 405