Starfucker was the headliner for KXSC Fest tonight. At first, I had no idea who they were. Then a friend told me a Target commercial has their song in it. Then I became really excited because I love that song.
And then a TON of people (a lot of them who don’t even go to USC) were at Fest making it feel like an actual concert.
Starfucker (it’s so awkward to say their name) was pretty awesome.
Excellent night. I guess you could say I was star fucked.
One day, you wake up and decide you have to go to the Sequoia National Park. No other forest will do. It must be this one. When you arrive, you walk around in wonder at the beauty that nature has to offer when suddenly, you step on a beehive (I mean, really, you couldn’t have avoided that?). After you are stung several times, you break free from the massive swarm that was attacking you and run out of the woods…straight into an ice castle. Which is AWESOME. It’s very peaceful and settling and then you decide that the perfect activity in an ice castle of this grandeur is to use your body as a sled and slide right into the bright pile of cherry blossoms aligning the base of the castle. You do so but soon discover that your eyes deceived you. It was not a pile of cherry blossoms but instead a world of neon-colored cotton candy. Oh, and Avey Tare is sitting on a throne of lollipops (he’s just stopping by; Ian Brown will be here in a few, OK?). So Avey Tare tells you to follow him and you can’t really question the guy, particularly because he is sitting on a throne. You two then fly into a saloon in a ghost town that has actual ghosts. One of the ghosts asks if you could play a benefit concert for them. The concert is meant to raise awareness about the insane inflation issue that has been happening in their county. You, the eager musician trying to make it big in this independent industry, decide that this is an excellent move. The ghost town’s concert committee sets up a stage for you in this saloon and you play a sold out show that features your set of calm, dreamy guitar tones and soft vocals that match the sound like a Chevre-and-Chardonnay pairing. Oh, and you whip out a sitar. That’s pretty cool. Out of nowhere, your ghost fans shriek and scream and run (or…fly?) around in a panic and disappear. The only member of your audience is a tiny mouse that squeaks and claps for you. Even a whistle. You get down from the stage and eat cheese together.
Then you wake up from this random dream and realize you just experienced the Fiore’s music.
“This is the music in the background of a Tarantino film, or the same jams that make you think about the good times. They have the summer songs that blow “Pumped Up Kicks” out of the California Pacific, yet holds the same DIY excitement at the Laurel Canyon parties. Songwriter/vocalist/guitarist, Cecilia Della Peruti, sparks the groove that crawls up your neck; you just can’t shake it off without joining in on the fun, or at least being recruited by Della Peruti’s energized timbre and rough guitar licks. Bassist, Daniel Denton rocks with a ’70s funk feel, as Della Peruti on guitar, brings the grit of garage punk into the crowd. Drummer, Liv Marsico, local face of percussion, rocks her ponytail out of her tie. Their tracks are the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and The Strokes during a road trip from Cali to Arizona. This Silverlake crowd is looking for the cool kids on the block and Gothic Tropic is it.” -STRETCH LA