Seaing Lions

Joey Patino (left) and Jason Travis (right)                     

From my initial encounter, Jason Travis and Joey Patino seemed to be very different people, so different, in fact, that you might question their compatibility as band mates, founding members, and co-writers of the year plus old band, Sealions, which includes Keith Edmiston and John Craig. Patino shared that at a young age he wasn’t really into his parents’ music while Travis said that he thought his parents had cool taste. Travis said that most of the time he can find something to like in every album he hears, while Patino tends to lean the other way. Regardless of first impressions, there’s no doubt that the duo’s vision for their music is one that took some time to find, and through that search they’ve developed a soundthey can say is “the best stuff they’ve ever done.”                                                                                

 “I think with Sealions, the turning point was when I started using drum machines and synthesizers and learning everything I could about electronic music. Jason sort of fed off of that and all of a sudden, we had a new voice. I think it matches his songwriting more than anything else before. I think that’s where Sealions came from,” Joey says.

Of course, finding voice is an essential step to developing, but beyond that, the guys really spoke about their music, their writing, and their appreciation to Atlanta’s music and art scene with a strict professionalism that would tell any listener that these guys aren’t interested in making this a hobby. Joey continues,

“I think our attitude was music was a part-time job whereas now it’s a full time job. You have to at some point realize you have to spend just as much time on this as anything else you want to do. You can immediately see who isn’t committed to this thing.”

Yes, Patino and Travis were a good sell as is their album Strange Veins, but the true test of words is action, am I right? Anyone can say they’re serious, but nothing proves more than a good old fashioned live show.

So off I went to see Sealions at The Earl, and for good measure I brought a two of my friends and Sealions virgins to get some solid, objective feedback based on the show itself. What I saw solidified that Travis and Patino were not all talk and very honed in on what Travis said of their sound,

 “We have a vintage, retro feel, but we try to stay really modern with our pop sensibilities and our music. We are a guitar band. We love keyboards as much as we love guitars.”

 Well yes, yes they do, and clearly, they love to satisfy their crowd with a show that connects. Between me and my two comrades, we worked up enough sweat dancing to come to the conclusion that it’s not just their music; it’s their energy and compatibility on stage. No wonder they opened for Metric and Miami Horror. Phew, and I was worried those two dudes lied. Trust issues, leave me alone.

They say opposites attract and never judge a book by it’s cover (guilty), but regardless of first impressions, Jason Travis and Joey Patino clearly have something right that goes a lot deeper than what they listened to as kids or who they chose to listen to now. If you don’t believe me, just ask them yourself. Plus, I’ve never heard two guys more adamantly exclaim, “We’re not lo-fi.”

Upcoming Sealions shows:

Jack of Hearts Album Release at The Basement, Aug 26 - $5

Headlining with Machines are People Too and WIC at The Star Bar, Sept 9 - $7

Photo by Dan Depew

Sometimes -Miami Horror

I have little (aka no) time to pontificate but these guys are raging in Hell @ the Masquerade tonight…they are quite the contrary of actual defined Miami horror (which I define as my experience seeing the women of South Beach in stacked stiletto’s and perfect makeup while walking in 98 degree weather, while I was in my jorts, sans makeup sweating like a sinner on Judgement Day or Oct 21, 2011, very much like my buddy in the video)…

I’m super excited to bop around tonight even if it comes with an 18+ crowd…come on it’s worth it, you finally get to be the cool kid drinking beer at $6 a pop while the kiddies are slamming vodka out of travel sized shampoo bottles. Horrific.

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Dirty Hands - Young Orchids

I’ve been listening to a lot of mixtapes lately. Mostly because it’s really hard to listen to an album start to finish without getting bored. Sure, being cohesive, having a running theme, appealing to a type of listener, blah blah… is always good in terms of making an album, but sometimes it’s just plain detrimental and boring. Stretch those comfort zones…isn’t that what we, in the 21st century, should do? After witnessing the frequency of jorts, street art, and ironic mustaches, I would say yes m’am, we should!

Well good news you rebels, upon listening to Atlanta based, Young Orchids, and their album, Afterglow, I am able to confidently say that they did stretch those zones all the while safely keeping the cardinal rule of cohesion unbroken.

I challenge you to listen to Wipeout, Daysleeper, & Twelve Feet Tall, and then try to tell me I’m talkin’ crazy. It’s like driving down a long road and coming up against unexpected twists and turns, yet it’s all the same road. Regardless of their track by track hopscotch from surf pop to 90s garage rock to dreamy nu gaze, they still maintain their musical identity. That’s what makes this album listenable. No two songs are the same, yet no two are so different that it sounds like one of my many mixtapes.

It’s no doubt that Young Orchids will make some waves as they continue their path through the ever challenging world of the indie musician, but if they keep up this element of surprise and get up North and West with a solid tour, I’m thinking, I’ll be begging them to remember the little music bloggers down the road.

Listen, I know I can sell ice to an Eskimo, but let’s face it, the only way you’ll agree is if you go nab an album here, patronize their every social outlet (that’s what she said…) here, and catch them live at any number of upcoming shows (here). But I warn you, you may never listen to a mixtape again…