Hudson River Park, Pier 54
West 14th St. & the Hudson River
Thursday, August 12, free, doors at 6:00, concert at 7:00
212-627-2121
www.riverrocksnyc.com
www.myspace.com/deerhunter
Just to clear up any possible confusion, Thursday night’s free RiverRocks double bill on Pier 54 is not the Dear Hunter with Sunny Day Real Estate, nor is it Deerhoof with the Real Estate Agents, and it certainly isn’t Deer Tick with the Department of Real Estate. In fact, it’s Atlanta’s Deerhunter with New Brunswick’s Real Estate. Atlanta psychedelic garage band Deerhunter has been making a name for itself over the last three years, playing free outdoor NYC shows with such groups as No Age, King Khan, and fellow Georgians the Black Lips. Led by the tall, gangly Bradford Cox (who has Marfan syndrome), Deerhunter specializes in trippy guitar-based music, releasing a steady stream of highly touted full-length albums and EPs, including 2007’s CRYPTOGRAMS and FLOURESCENT GREY, 2008’s MICROCASTLE, and 2009’s RAINWATER CASSETTE EXCHANGE. On Thursday, expect the foursome to preview material from its upcoming disc, HALCYON DIGEST (4AD, September 28, 2010), which includes the dreamy “Helicopter,” the hard-driving “Fountain Stairs,” and the groovy “Revival.” As always, the line can get rather long for Pier 54 concerts, so get there early — and if you don’t bring a bag (which would need to be searched by security), you can usually go straight to the front. After the show, Deerhunter will be heading over to Brooklyn for a DJ set at Glasslands.



A British gangster on the run hides out with a psychedelic rock star in this strangely enticing film from Donald (THE DEMON SEED) Cammell and Nicolas Roeg (making his big-screen directorial debut). James Fox didn’t know what he was getting into when he signed on to play Chas, a mobster who finds sanctuary with mushroom-popping rock-diva has-been Turner, played with panache by Mick Jagger. Throw in Anita Pallenberg, a fab drug trip, and the great “Memo to Turner” scene and you have a film that some consider the real precursor to MTV, some think a work of pure demented genius, and others find to be one of the most pretentious and awful pieces of claptrap ever committed to celluloid. We fall somewhere in the middle of all of that.


