Here's the deal, Twin Cities. We don't want to be one of those scenes. You know what we're talking about. Don't play coy. We've heard the sour-grapes grumblings rolling around the gutter elite like so much acid indigestion, and we've observed some of the sneering sycophancy and, well, frankly, we're disappointed. Solid Gold is that once-in-a-great-while band whose successes are built off the old recipe—the recipe we claim to respect so much—of hard work, perseverance, and a glut of talent. Their songs are a small-batch home brew of hypnotic neo-disco whose analog synths circulate human blood and breath. Tough to believe such inoffensive music and such a hard-fought ascent to such deserved fame could sour anyone's stomach, but so it goes. Luckily, after being a band for almost a decade, Solid Gold have the rawhide to take whatever whiny backlash may snap across their rear ends on their way out of the locker room. Their two-night stand at the Turf is also a release party for their latest EP, Synchronized, with Now, Now Every Children and Wishbook opening Friday and CLAPS and Gigamesh opening Saturday.
Fridays, Saturdays, 9 p.m. Starts: March 5. Continues through March 6, 2010