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When God finally gets sick of all the molly-coddling New Testament crap and decides to once again go super-diluvian on our fornicating asses, which musical artist are you going to demand as the Ark's house band? Lady Gaga? Justin Bieber?
(I laughed so hard writing those two names that Pabst came spurting out of my nose.)
Me? I'm dragging Basemint out of their garage and onto the Ark's Lido deck. This local surf/garage-like rock quartet - with their pageboy mops - are purveyors of a kind of metropolitan cool unseen since the Rolling Stones of the early '60s. And by garage rock I don't mean three-chords-and-a-cloud-of-dust, but rather Basemint is taking the catchall definition of garage and spinning it around to their own end.
"It's rock. It's art. It's attitude. It even tiptoes on the verge of an emerging lifestyle here in Tacoma," wrote Weekly Volcano editor Matt Driscoll back in May.
And it's good.
I caught the band last night at the Music and Art in Wright Park benefit show at The New Frontier Lounge. Basemint chose to screen a classic Star Trek cartoon behind them during their set. As you can see above, Spock got lost in Basemint's bitchin' tunes.
Not to be outdone, C.F.A. screened Gentlemen Broncos as its film of choice last night at The New Frontier. I haven't caught this film yet, but judging what I saw, I'm not sure I want to ride it.
Anyway, keep an eye on Basemint's MySpace calendar and catch this band.