“Thank you for coming to the bowling alley this morning,” said Steve Albini, the syllables slithering up his esophagus and into the ozone to an Asbury Lanes patronage that shoe horned itself into the venue, many of which were turned away. “We’ve played a few bowling alleys since we’ve been together, but this is among the nicest bowling alleys we’ve played at in New Jersey.”
I was overjoyed when the tweet went live on Sunday morning stating that Shellac was performing an unscheduled surprise set at Asbury Lanes. When I had spoken to the living/breathing soundbite and Noise-Punk legend Steve Albini two weeks prior to the release of I’ll Be Your Mirror’s set times, I had mentioned to the maestro that the Lanes would be a perfect place for he, Bob Weston, and Todd Trainer to tear a hole in…and then they were put in the cavernous Convention Hall.
Thus, I’d like to think I had a hand in one of the highlights of the weekend.
This is where Shellac belonged, this is where he guys felt most comfortable, this type of intimate environment was the perfect breeding ground for the outfits comedic and artistic genius to coincide, birthing riffs that left spectator’s heads dislodged from their spinal chords and jokes that left their abdominals ablaze, all while raising questions (such as, why didn’t Shepard Fairey paint Albini’s head on the wall outside?) and answering others:
“The reason It’s so difficult to choose my favorite Frank Zappa song,” explained Albini to an interested party, “is because a) there are so many of them, and b) most of them are just awful. Listening to Frank Zappa is like having a music student fuck me in the ear with a pencil, and laughing at me the whole time because I can’t tell the difference between a thumb piano and a kalimba.”
And they did occasionally play music, check the setlist below:
- Steady As She Goes
- My Black Ass
- New Song
- Squirrel Song
- Riding Bikes
- The End Of Radio
- Prayer To God