France Camp EP release at 7th Street Entry, 12/14/13

France Camp EP release at 7th Street Entry, 12/14/13
Mark Kartarik

France Camp EP Release Show
with Frankie Teardrop, Hollow Boys and Teenage Moods
7th Street Entry, Minneapolis
Saturday, December 14, 2013

When was the last time you saw the stage at the Entry truly trashed? Once upon a time, not long ago, First Ave's little room was known as one of the scuzziest in the Cities, but these days it's as clean and professional as they come. Or at least, it was, until France Camp and his merry men hit the stage Saturday night. As they turned off their amps and packed up, the soupy mixture of spilled booze, popped balloons, spit, sweat, and crushed beer cans littered every surface. It was actually kind of heartwarming -- as long you're not one of the poor staff who had to clean it up.

See Also: Slideshow: France Camp at 7th St Entry, 12/14/13

So who started this mess anyway? That'd be our new buddy Frankie Teardrop, who was a great choice of opener on a night that was destined to be filled with lots of loud, fuzzy guitars and catchy hooks. Like France Camp, they're a band named after their frontman's outsized persona, but neither group is a one-man show. Backed by the combined powers of Gunnar Kauth from Phantom Vibration and Jackson Woolsey of Gloss, Frankie's got a muscular rhythm section to bounce riffs off of.

With the aloof, stoned charm of a Midwestern FIDLAR, Frankie Teardrop is all about instant-gratification hooks with an extra helping of distortion. Songs like "Lines" and "Chicago" revel surfy guitar licks and shout-along choruses and then get the hell out of the way to make room for the next one. Throw in a surprise cover of Grimes' "Oblivion" that beats the hell out of the original and you've got a recipe for a seriously entertaining set.

France Camp EP release at 7th Street Entry, 12/14/13
France Camp EP release at 7th Street Entry, 12/14/13
Mark Kartarik

As Hollow Boys took the stage and their leading man Ali Jaafar took his customary position with his back facing the audience, it became clear that the night was going to be a race to see which group could give the smallest portion of a fuck about the crowd. But that's all part of Hollow Boys' live shtick, which is somewhat different from what you might expect if you'd only heard the awesome new record It's True.

As an artist who moonlights as an engineer and recording studio owner, Jaafar's a whiz at making his band's records sound deeply layered, despite the relatively simple instrumentation. Live, that sort of goes out the window in favor of a gloomy, punishing salvo of feedback and sludge, delivered with no banter or breaks whatsoever. New bassist Cole Benson was seen to occasionally acknowledge that there were other people in the room, but Jaafar and drummer Monica Coleslaw definitely kept things unsmilingly dour.

Still, it's an undeniably effective way to operate for the band. By refusing to posture, Hollow Boys make sure your full attention is on their songs, and the material really does stand up to that kind of attention. Weaving vunerable, almost dreamy Robert Smith-esque hooks into pulverizing shoegaze guitar, the band plays bittersweet better than a lot groups that try to strike that balance.

France Camp EP release at 7th Street Entry, 12/14/13
Mark Kartarik

Teenage Moods were up next, which is kind of funny considering they're almost the flipside of Hollow Boys' gloominess. Sugar-sweet twee-punk delivered with a goofy grin, they're the kind of band that writes songs about the life cycle of a friendly little plastic bag. They're goddamn adorable and they're not about to apologize for it. But they're also a tight garage-pop three-piece too, with strong playing from all sides including guitarist and singer Gordon Byrd, bassist Jillian, and new drummer Nikki. Delivering some seriously smokin' new material that sounds like the Nerves with a modern twist, along with some of their older favorites like the irresistible "Tulip Tattoo," Teenage Moods were the perfect chaser to the previous groups.

France Camp EP release at 7th Street Entry, 12/14/13
Mark Kartarik

While France Camp has already started to gain a reputation for alcohol-fueled depravity at their shows, they're actually really sweet boys deep down. Why else would they have had something as wholesome as a raffle for prizes at their merch table? It's doubtful anyone wore a Christmas sweater with as much style as guitarist James Wolfeatens. They even dedicated the show to Kwanza before things got underway, but as soon as they banged out the opening chords of "Let's Roll," the nice-guy vibe got put on hold.

France Camp (the man) was once the frontman for buzzworthy indie-pop group Nice Purse and even served as the bassist for Howler during their first big tour, so the guy obviously knows his way around a stage. Unlike the other groups, though, his self-titled band finally feels like the proper platform for his unique, unhinged charisma. He's the antithesis of the macho-power-stance singer archetype, scattering around the stage, always seemingly two steps from collapsing. The wildness was infectious, and quickly spread to the crowd, which was packed to the gills and contained more than a few rowdy morons trying to incite violence before the second song had even started. Despite his masochistic stage antics, France was having none of that. "Moshing is a friendly thing! I compare it to sex. Practice safe sex, kids!"


France Camp EP release at 7th Street Entry, 12/14/13
France Camp EP release at 7th Street Entry, 12/14/13
Photos by Mark N. Kartarik

Despite these marching orders, things stayed pretty raucous. A few beer cans pelted France during "Yr Leather," and the singer stumbled into an accidental crowdsurf during "Waste This Sun." Seeming muttering a sheepish half-apology, France seemed a bit embarrassed until James made a crack about the song sounding better without his vocals on the second verse anyways. While they constantly needled one another, you can tell the boys in France Camp (the band) really love each other. James is a perfect Sundance to France's Butch Cassidy, mostly silent but equally charismatic and fearsome with a guitar. Drummer Dylan Rosebringeth and newer bassist Kyle Kimm provide a rock-solid platform for their leader's antics, so even when he flies completely off the rails, the song stays chugging along. Kimm is a great addition to the group, with an intimidating metalhead's beard and a surprisingly deft control of his fretless electric bass.

What about the raffle? Fear not, the band followed through giving away an Iron Man-themed fishing pole (James' advice: "turn it into a bong!"), a head-lamp, a copy of Shrek 2 on DVD, and an actual Black Widow spider that never materialized. These updates were delivered in between blasts of material from France Camp's stellar EP, which the night was themed around. During the bluesy "High Noon," France snatched the microphone between his teeth and screamed while catapulting backwards into the audience again, somehow managing to hold onto it while surfing on the sea of hands. He'd surf again two more times before the end of the set proper, all the while being spat on and shoved by the crowd.

France Camp EP release at 7th Street Entry, 12/14/13
Photo by Mark N. Kartarik

The band had been hinting about a special guest for most of the show, and when he finally arrived, the result was hilarious. Introduced as "Glenn Santzig," complete with devil-lock and sleeveless Christmas sweater, the poor bastard got hit with a hail of beer cans as soon as he stepped onstage like Sonny in the Godfather. Chugging a Mountain Dew two-liter full of "Hillbilly Holler," Santzig led the band through two awesome Misfits covers ("Die Die My Darling" and "Hybrid Moments"), taking several more stage dives and turning the already crazed crowd into a total frenzy.

France Camp returned for an encore of sorts with a new song, bashing it out with the reckless abandon of a boxer seconds from a knockout. As a fitting closer, France, the man himself, took one last dive off of the stage, but nobody caught him this time. Picking himself up from the hard, sticky tiles of the Entry's floor, France emerged for more, smiling like a maniac.

Set List:
Let it Roll
Yr Leather
Waste this Sun
High Noon
The Bads
Baby Rock'n'Roll
My Warpaint
Ghost Town
Die Die My Darling
Hybrid Moments
Ce Lest Vie

France Camp EP release at 7th Street Entry, 12/14/13
Photo by Mark N. Kartarik

Personal Bias: Plus, I really had to pee for Frankie Teardrop's last 4 songs and I was having enough fun that I waited until they were finished, so that's gotta count for something.

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