The Black Lips & Omar Souleyman
May 12 @ 8:00 pm11:55 pm$26
ABOUT THE BLACK LIPS
Atlanta’s beloved sons the Black Lips(Jared,Ian,Cole, and Joe) entered last year through a screaming cloud of sweat, smoke, blood, and beer mist. After a spring and summer of exciting audiences across the world, the Lips embarked on a month-long fall tour of the Middle East. They were tailed by Georgia rock-doc royalty Bill Cody, of Athens, GA – Inside/Out fame, who filmed the band playing for Egypt who had just overthrown their government, kids in Iraq who barely have a government, and kids in Dubai who finally get to see a band that isn’t in the top 40. As Cody assembled his footage into the feature Kids Like You and Me, the band returned home from the New Year’s maelstrom and began settling into album mode.
Recording for Underneath the Rainbow was split between New York with Thomas Brenneck, who was recommended by Arabia Mountain producer Mark Ronson, and Nashville with the the Black Keys’ Patrick Carney, who offered to help produce in a Mexico city hotel room just before dawn.
ABOUT OMAR SOULEYMAN
It’s a strange world we live in. Who could’ve foreseen that a wedding singer from Ras al Ayn, Syria with over 500 albums under his belt would become a cult hero among club connoisseurs? But there is an undeniable bond between the legacy 50-year-old delves in – a synthesized version of the Levantine dance music Dabke – and so-called acid house. In both cases musicians cultivate undulating synths and effective rhythms, and in both cases it feels like your head is about to explode from the stimuli, while the hips take on their own lives. It is completely irrelevant where you hail from – all it takes is a sensory apparatus. Then it’s really no wonder that gurus like Four Tet (who produced his breakthrough album Wenu Wenu), Modeselektor and Gilles Peterson are honored to have worked with a master like Souleyman. When so much of this day and age is in utter chaos, there’s comfort to be found in how the Syrian sings about the great theme of love as the war drum beat rages on carelessly. This is, after all, dance music’s virtue: The ability to dissolve us in time and space, building bridges where walls previously were to be found.