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I don't need to tell YOU that this is probably the best place to watch a band in town.
You already know that, or should, or should have caught the gist from the dozens of reviews on here.
I don't need to tell you that the Casbah is a San Diego institution and that Tim Mays is the Godfather of San Diego's indie scene.
I don't need to tell you that over the course of one month, you can find some kind of show to scratch your live music itch: indie, punk, folk, afrobeat, local, dj's, hip hop... unclassifiable... whatever's your style, it's all represented.
And I most certainly do not need to tell you that one of the biggest reasons to see a show here is because you can see the band up close and personal *before* they blow up big time. Usually, bands that play here are on their way up, and you will never get a chance to see them so close, so personal and so raw as you will here.
No, I don't need to tell you any of that, because chances are we have already rubbed sweaty elbows packed inside this little dungeon of radness.
What I will tell you is some of my favorite moments of late nights in the 'Bah (as I affectionately call it):
Antibalas... this NYC afrobeat band blew me away by fitting at least A DOZEN players & their horns and drums onto the tiny stage, while pumping out some of the most energized, political, and saucy shit since Fela Kuti died.
The Kills... VV and Hotel *killed* it with just them hot sweaty selves and a dat.
Juana Molina... wow, what a tripper. I have never seen a one-woman-show this intricate and hauntingly beautiful while hypnotically groovy in all my days.
Adem (opened for Juana Molina)... it was a warm October night, so this Brit decided to invite us all out on the patio to perform his set acapella standing on top of a planter underneath the big tree, and the netting, and the Christmas lights, and the planes flying overhead. Too cool.
Tim Fite... no way I can describe this cat's music, as the best I could do would be to call it a cross between hip hop, performance art and folk, but that doesn't do it. This was one of the more interesting performances I have seen and included a video screen and some kind of flashing light bulb boom-box sculpture.
Nouvelle Vague... presenting new wave classics with their trademark bossa nova twist, these French musicians chilled my soul while the female singers melted my heart with their sultry, seductive and nasty raw sensuality. Highlight was when the chicks hopped on top of the bar while singing Dead Kennedy's "Too Drunk to Fuck"... priceless moments.
Brian Jonestown Massacre... oh, Anton and his antics. Half the show was Anton incoherently ranting about politics and cussing out the unfortunate, hapless fools who were standing close enough to the stage to catch his wrath ("Why don't I just drop your Pabst Blue Ribbon drinking ass in Afganistan?"... uh, yeah, Anton... whatever *that* means), while the other half of the show was one kick-ass 16-minute psychedelic jam after another.
Doug Martsch... this front man from Built To Spill was all on his lonesome, but delivered a great set. He had this funny little round screen in front of the mic, and when he would sing into it, his nose would move the screen around with him. He was having trouble hearing the sound for some reason, so in between each song, he would test the mic and do this funny little adorable thing and would give a quiet "rawr" to see how he sounded. "Rawr!"
So, since I don't have to tell you *why* Casbah is so rad, I'll just buy you a beer the next time I see you there.