Will Wood is one of the most interesting and captivating artists on the N.J. indie scene. His creativity is boundless, his charisma unmatched, his intensity intimidating, his philosophies confounding. A Will Wood performance is more stimulating than an 8-ball straight to the dome and will absolutely not leave you limp. But when faced with the question “Who is the real Will Wood?” the answer is still elusive.
On March 18, at Backroom Studios in Rockaway, New Jersey, Will Wood put on a one-night-only performance entitled “The Real Will Wood,” which was filmed and recorded for an upcoming dual live album/video. In Wood’s own words, “This party [was] a multi-cam film production in high-def, high-fidelity, high-on-mescaline glory.” I spoke with him earlier this week and he guaranteed me that I would be surprised. But then, I never doubted that.
Last weekend, the Screaming Females made yet another homecoming to WFMU’s Monty Hall in Jersey City. This is the second consecutive year the Screaming Females have played this venue, and tickets for both Friday and Saturday night were sold out weeks before the show. WFMU (91.1 FM) is a listener-supported, non-commercial radio station that has been on the air since 1958. As a station, WFMU stands as a true bastion for unique and creative expression, allowing each DJ their own individuality without any restrictive, station-wide playlist or guidelines. They are the alternative beyond alternative.
I got tickets for both nights because I don’t willingly pass up the opportunity to ever see the Screaming Females play a show. Since the inception of N.J. Racket, this has been the fifth time I have covered a performance, and I’m not getting tired of it yet, so I hope you’re not either. Of course you’re not.
Last weekend I got to hang with Rocky and the Chapter for the filming of their new music video for the song “Sandbrook,” which came off their latest album, Aye. This is technically the second video from the album. Back in October, the band released a video for the track “Go for Gold,” which was made entirely of old national geographic film footage spliced together, and it’s pretty badass in its own right.
I saw Randy, Mark, Boris, and Tim play for the first time over five years ago when they were playing together as part of another band, Killing the Messenger. I had no idea there was a show that night, but I was talking to the guys at the bar. They told me to check them out and promised they’d be good. Of course, all bands say they’re good, but for $5 I figured, whatever, they seem like cool guys.
They weren’t good. They were fucking unbelievable.
That was the first time I ever left a local show with my mind completely blown, my ears bleeding, and chasing the band out the door asking when their next show was. I’ve been following them consistently for the past five years.