"I'm not usually a fan of female vocals, but Ms. Avtar K of Ladies and Gents has won me over; I have fallen for her deliciously languished sound, tinged with Shirley Manson. Her sleepy, nicely worn sound feels harsh yet sultry, a perplexing combination, but the effect is perfect against the roughly structured guitars and punchy drumbeats. Think Bloc Party without the punk, but maintaining all the classic, blackened edge.
Guitar harmonies have this great kind of tentative anxiety that throws you into almost convulsive fits of dancing à la Ian Curtis. Lilted basslines combine well with assertive, pointed drumbeats and emphatic guitars. The kickass track 'Monsters' gives off a louder, more energetic example of this, with its visceral lyrics.
The Ladies and Gents sound is dark in the way of black eyeliner and dirty bars. It has a sort of raw darkness that belongs to the night, and to stages lined with electrical tape. It's edgy and mysterious——akin to meeting a dark, seductive stranger in the back of the club. 'hardHeart' reveals this brilliantly, with its quieter vocals and slower tempo at the beginning, "leading you on" until it gets into its driven chorus.
There's a certain nervous excitement going on in the background at all times, translating into a subtly frenetic rhythm tempered by those sexily lethargic vocals. The delicate balance of energy and lethargy is a conundrum, and through all that confusion, you get a truly excellent and strange combination."
-TuneJar.com
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From our show Sept 19 @ Downtown 81:
911 Operator 911 what is your emergency?
Caller Uh yeah, our power went out.
911 Operator There are indeed power outages all across Southern California at this time, but...
Caller Yeah, exactly. We play all over Los Angeles! Spaceland, The Echo, Silverlake Lounge...
911 Operator I'm sorry who am I speaking with?
Caller We're LADIES AND GENTS...you know...the indie rock band...
911 Operator Ok well you need to call your power provider, this line is reserved for emergencies.
Caller Oh no, this IS an emergency! We're in the middle of writing some new tunes, and since the power's out our amps don't work.
911 Operator Sir, I mean Ma'am, I mean.....Ladies and Gents, like I said, you need to call...
Caller Nice! You remembered our name. It's a pretty accurate title; 2 gals, 3 dudes. And none of us looks the same. We're kind of like the Brangelina clan...but we rock...
911 Operator I'm not sure how to get through to you...
Caller Oh that's easy! You can find us on *Myspace, Little Radio, Facebook, CD Baby, SnoCap and Last.fm.
911 Operator : You don't seem to understand....
Caller Sorry, we're a little distracted; working on our new record here. Remember our first EP, "Are You The Rabbit, Or The Headlights?" It was pretty well received. Verbicide Magazine even called us one of the "Top 5 Unsigned Bands in Indie Rock", so we have a lot to live up to on our second record, know what I mean?
911 Operator Not really, but listen...Please call you're power provider. And don't call here again.
Caller Don't worry. We're planning a West Coast Tour for early next year followed by a visit to Mexico. So we'll be talking to other local, magical, helpful voices on the other end of the cord.
911 Operator You stun me.
Caller Whoaaaa I smell a name for the new record...
911 Operator Please don't...
Caller So what are you wearing?
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by Dan Kutner
Ladies and Gents are a band from Norco, Ca. The California Rehabilitation Center in Norco, CA to be exact. A prison.
Ricardo “Corey†Hernandez had a penchant for gardening. “My grandfather had a small farm out near Delano, which I worked on during the summertime growing up. Ten acres of Broccoli, a couple acres set aside for raising Christmas Trees, and a fairly elaborate grow room in the cellar for three different kinds of weed.†A small smile crosses his face. “My grandmother felt that the government had made many decisions that put the small farmer at a severe disadvantage. He looked to nature to even up the playing field.â€
Corey brought his developed green thumb back to his South Gate neighborhood at the end of the summer. The thumb, and also a few hundred Indica seeds. “Growing at home was not an option. My parents had no idea about the secret to my Grandfathers success. They though Broccoli occasionally went for $60 per pound. I had to find a safe place for the seeds to grow where they’d go unnoticed but still find water.†The solution, Corey decided, was to plant the seeds in places that were very much out in the open, places that everyone can see but no one looks at. “My thought was that maybe 5% of the seeds would grow, and that those plants would be written off as, well, weeds.â€
Nature however, intervened. The Spring of 1998 was one of the wettest on record in California. “They all grew. Every last seed – the ones in the planters boxes around the library, the bushes in front of the hospital, most everywhere in the community garden, 3 different vacant lots from curb to alley, the center median on Rosemead Blvd from 162nd to 169th, and, damningly, over half an acre on Mt. Sinai at Forest Lawn.†Corey, who was tried as an adult despite being only 15, was sentenced to 72 months incarceration.
“Norco wasn’t so bad really,†Corey says. “Most of the guys in F Block watched out for me. I was never hassled or threatened. During the riot in ‘99 that left 2 inmates dead and a dozen shot a bunch of guys surrounded me, shielding me from the Aryan Brotherhood wit their homemade blackjacks and the rubber bullets flying from the towers. I had showed them how to raise lettuce from seed.â€
Corey’s musical talent was well appreciated. “I’d constructed a crude guitar out of mattress springs, human hair, and bed sheets hardened with organic matter.†He managed to learn three chords before the guards discovered the instrument.
Norco is the only prison in California with both male and female inmates. “After the riots, reforms were put in place to open a dialogue between the administration and inmates. The male inmates wanted to interact with the female inmates – the administration said no. The inmates wanted televisions that showed sports - the administration said no. The inmates asked for longer visiting hours with family – the administration said no. The inmates demanded longer showers – the administration said no. The inmates asked for stereos and music – the administration said ‘we’ll get back to you.’ That’s how I met Houda.â€
Houda Zakeri was born into contention. Her father, as she best recalls, was an exterminator who specialized in small to medium size mammals; “rats, squirrels, feral cats. Once he claimed to have run off a small band of orphans.†Her dad also enjoyed hunting. “Barehanded though, no weapons that he couldn’t pick up during the pursuit. He missed my 4th birthday party because he was somewhere in Canada wrestling a Caribou.â€
Houda’s mom never approved of her husband’s war on animals yet had no choice but to accept it. She was a petite Opera singer – a minor celebrity in Chile. “I mean, dad stabbed Elk to death with sharp sticks and ate their flesh. Mom sipped Chardonnay and debated Marxist theory. Animal Magnetism only gets a relationship so far.†Her parents split up when Houda was 6. “Dad came back from a trip insisting we call him ‘Digests with Bears.’ Mom left him when he sent in their tax return referring to her as ‘She who succumbs to pure man.’
“We scraped by,†Houda continues, “I’d worked after school to help out with the bills on our apartment. In school I best in band. It became an escape and a reward at the same time.
In early April 1996 Houda was given 3 years probation for stalking her neighbor’s pets with a broom handle. “They were taunting me. Boston Terriers are cruel little things.†In late summer she was found outside the Lynwood Animal Shelter with a fence post, a fork, and a photograph of her father. Norco became her new home.
“The female blocks at Norco are pretty rough. There was a medium scale rat infestation – actual rats, not stitches. I’d turned the corner though – no more hunting.†To pass the time she fashioned a crude French horn out of several toilet paper tubes, two worn sandals, some soured milk, and a bubble gum wrapper for a reed. “Hard to tune really, but it did the trick.â€
The horn was discovered during the shakedown after the riots. Houda was given a choice: either have her sentenced extended, or have extra classes added to her GED prep classes. She took the classes. “Best decision I ever made. They stuck me a room with some other inmates – all young, a couple of guards, and this civilian girl with dark hair, a clipboard, and a list. ‘Welcome to Songs In The Key of Penal,’ she says. That’s how I met Juan.â€
Juan Arias is a quiet man. It’s difficult to get him to open up about his past, or to actually talk at all. He chooses his words carefully, the way a girl with fifty cents to her name shops at a candy store – deliberately. “It’s my life. I’ve lived it without regret,†he states.
“Then share it with us,†I prod. “We won’t judge you,†I add somewhat judgingly.
“What business of it is yours?†he yells.
“Look, YOU guys put me up to this. Answer the questions, don’t answer the questions. Make some shit up. Do back flips, I don’t care.†I was over it.
“Fine. At age 6 I was sent to prison for writing crappy band bios. I was incarcerated until the age of 18 during which time I was repeatedly raped – both orally and anally – by staff, fellow inmates, my defense attorney, and three visitors who came for my birthday. At age 9 I had to lob off my left pinky toe to pay off a gambling debt over a game of Marbles that didn’t go my way. While a ward of the state my brothers and sisters grew up without knowing me, Aunts and Uncles started families and moved away, and two of my grandparents moved to Florida. I’m a stranger within my own family. I’m the guy who gets lied about by people who value honesty above everything. I’m either off at a Military Academy or studying foresty in Canada. But the truth is that I’m the guy getting Poo Jammed because my writing was junk AND MY BIOS WERE LIGHT YEARS BETTER THAN YOURS!â€
“Um,†oh boy.
“Where am I from huh? It’s a bio basic. ASK ME WHERE I’M FROM!â€
“Where are you from?â€
“FUCK YOU, that’s where.â€
“Um.â€
“Ask me how we all met. Ask me how we decided to play music together. ASK IT!â€
“How did you all mee-â€
“FUCK YOU, that’s how.â€
“Um.â€
“Ask me what our influences are! Ask me what were trying to get across with our music?â€
“Fuck me sideways?â€
“No actually, we’re into the Pixies, late 70’s Bowie, and Fleetwood Mac from the Rumors period when they were all getting it on with one another. We lean liberal and advocate responsibility to self, the environment, and fellow man. Also, fuck you sideways.â€
The tape recorder gets turned off.
Avtar K was the girl who created ‘Songs In The Key Of Penal.’ Born in the old Jewish Haitian section of Miami as the daughter of a world renowned Marine Mammal trainer, Avtar’s childhood was spent around the water.
Her family moved far from the sea to a small town east of Los Angeles called Norco. “Father became a dog trainer. He ended up doing a lot of work with law enforcement. He was the first to train a Beagle to differentiate between cocaine and Snausages.â€
Norco’s not exactly a thriving metropolis. “I listened to a lot of records really.†Happy Mondays. A-Ha. Tears for fears. Culture Club. “I had a massive crush on Boy George. Yeah,†she sighs.
Her own singing lessons started off in her bedroom. “My parents would encourage me, but my dad had this extremely annoying habit of trying to feed me a treat after every song. Eventually I just went off on my own.â€
In her senior year in high school she decided to get serious. “I’d gotten as far as I could as a self-taught singer.†It was time for some band mates. “I put up fliers and asked around but the most I ever turned up were 2 banjo players and a guard from the prison who claimed to be a Tongan Throat singer. Turns out he was just morbidly obese and struggling to breathe.â€
He did mention the many musically gifted inmates he lorded over. “Dad made some phone calls. We put together a proposal for the prison officials and were off to the races.â€
The idea was that the group would perform a small selection of Christmas songs for the A through E Blocks and a handful of dignitaries during the holidays which were a handful of months off. Rehearsals were limited. Every inmate had to be x-rayed and body cavity searched before and after practices. “Most of the performers were ok with it. You get used to it. I think Corey actually enjoyed it. Even now before shows I sometimes catch him doubled over in front of a mirror with a couple of gloved fingers in his rectum.â€
“We got along really well. There were hiccups sure, like the time Juan had to spend two weeks in solitary for sending a flaming roll of toilet paper raining down onto several child molesters. Off the record the guards told him he’d done a good thing and brought him his drums. We pulled through.†The Christmas show turned out well.
As inmates were released ‘Songs in the Key of Penal’ grew smaller and smaller. “We kept playing together though. My dad didn’t much like the idea of me hanging out with convicts. He’d lock up anything worth over twenty dollars when everyone came over for band practice.â€
As a whole, the group moved to Los Angeles. The big city offered a future where Norco was little more than a reminder of the past.
“We’re more than just a band now,†she states. “We’re family. We’ve all got Norco tattoos. Mine’s a bit smaller than the rest and I had it done with a fresh needle and ink that wasn’t a mixture of notebook paper ash and urine, but my heart is here.â€
“We’re in this because it’s what we enjoy. It’s more than an art. It’s a therapy. It’s a recovery. It’s us.â€