{"id":4541,"date":"2012-11-08T08:52:03","date_gmt":"2012-11-08T13:52:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/?p=4541"},"modified":"2012-11-14T09:40:30","modified_gmt":"2012-11-14T14:40:30","slug":"blooming-a-cmj-roundup","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/blooming-a-cmj-roundup\/","title":{"rendered":"Blooming: A CMJ Roundup"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The New York CMJ Music Marathon is run by, you guess it, CMJ: a heavy-hitting online and print publication that prides itself on having its finger on the pulse of modern music. The \u201cMarathon\u201d is more of a mile-long race where you have to chug a PBR every 400 meters. The group does a darn good job all things considered, amassing an intimidatingly long list of indie artists on the bubble of buzz. Thus, the festival is a wet dream for the contemporary fan and a porn shoot for the industry. Record labels, PR companies, and prominent blogs host showcases featuring their respectively supported up-and-coming artists. The orgy starts around noon everyday and goes on for a full week. I had it described to me the first day I got to New York as \u201cSouth by Southwest, but more of a shit-show.\u201d Cheers, Brooklyn.<\/p>\n

Venues, bars, and spaces throughout Williamsburg (and a few in the Lower East Side) hosted events during the day for free, and at night for a cheap cover, as long as you were willing to wait in line for an hour or two, or were privy to the list.<\/p>\n

I only scratched the surface of who was there, but this is as much as any one body can do. Here were my favorites.<\/p>\n

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WOODEN INDIAN BURIAL GROUND<\/strong><\/p>\n

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This Portland psyched-out garage rock group could have written the soundtrack for 1987\u2019s Nerds on Mars<\/em>, an original motion picture. I was excited to only wait 3 minutes until the next drunk-driven moon-buggy hook instead of 13, like at a more typical psychedelic rock show (say, oh, the Thee Oh Sees). Fuzzed out riffs and noise for the hell of it were anchored by a chug-along drummer with more than a few bombs to drop. The lead guitarist kept having issues with \u201chis box\u201d \u2013 a large sound-synthesizing device fit for laser gun blasts and vertigo-inducing drones, but no one could really tell. You couldn\u2019t hear any lyrics through the thick swaths of reverb, but who cares\u2014it sounded excellent and if you were looking for something crisper, you can now (as of October 30) check out their new self-titled LP. I smell good things coming for these guys, as they are publicized by Tell All Your Friends, a PR company that flaunts Guided by Voices, Daughn Gibson, and Eternal Summers on their roster, among diverse others.<\/p>\n