Friday Jul 19, 2024
Sudie (Album Release Show)
w/ Meghan Dowlen | Krystal V | TWINS / That Which Is Not Said (dj)
Saturday Jul 20, 2024
Dinner Time
w/ Rujen | Buko Boys | Cannibal Kids
Monday Jul 22, 2024
Non Player Character
w/ Ivan Duke Band | Richard Gumby
Tuesday Jul 23, 2024
Previous Indistries
w/ Gretzky Da Sumo | Day Tripper
Wednesday Jul 24, 2024
Secret Towns “Summerland” Album Release
w/ Kelly Romo | Lorenzo & Co | John Burns
Thursday Jul 25, 2024
Dillon
w/ J. Rawls | Lunden Benard | Headkrack | Hosted by Fort Knox w/ DJ Kerosene
Friday Jul 26, 2024
The Folk Implosion
w/ Lou Barlow | John Davis
Saturday Jul 27, 2024
The Pierres
w/ Nicholas Mallis and the Borealis | Mom Friend | Buckhead Shaman
Monday Jul 29, 2024
The Body
Dis Fig
w/ Cel Genesis
Tuesday Jul 30, 2024
Orpheus & The Animal
w/ Solar Plexus Super Punch | Mutual Disjunction | Just Rats
Wednesday Jul 31, 2024
JUNA
w/ Of The Vine | Hubris Cannon | Ash Tuesday
Thursday Aug 01, 2024
The New Teardowns
Lunar Gateway
w/ Made Up | Earattic
Friday Aug 02, 2024
Juan Wauters
w/ Night Palace | Sherrill Three
Sunday Aug 04, 2024
A Benefit Show for Big Bro DJ Lowe Ki
w/ DJ Aquaria | EboniATL | J.Dynamite | DJ Jaycee | Rock Most | DJ Shakim
Tuesday Aug 06, 2024
Fuera de Sektor
w/ TWINS / That Which Is Not Said | Chandelier | White Star
Wednesday Aug 07, 2024
Layzi
w/ Elle | Annie Leeth | Psaltery
Wednesday Aug 07, 2024
Layzi
Thursday Aug 08, 2024
TC Superstar
Saturday Aug 10, 2024
The Gene Brown Beatdown
Tuesday Aug 13, 2024
B.I.M.B.O.S
w/ Snuki | Beerpiss | T.E.N.T. | NAG
Thursday Aug 15, 2024
Smoochyface
w/ Hot Wives | Ociffer | Zalongo
Friday Aug 16, 2024
THIRST TRAP!
Saturday Aug 17, 2024
Hail Gail
w/ Hannahbolecter | Meghan Dowlen | Josey
Tuesday Aug 20, 2024
Mold!
w/ Hostage Pit | Split Silk | Strumbrush
Friday Aug 23, 2024
J.R.C.G.
w/ Mother’s Milk | Night Cleaner | Plasticine
Saturday Aug 24, 2024
J-Live
w/ Scienz of Life | Supastition | Eddie Meeks | Dynas | Hosted by Fort Knox | DJ Dug Boogie
Wednesday Aug 28, 2024
James Lewis
w/ Wade Brown | Wavy Lachii
Thursday Aug 29, 2024
SOBA SOUNDS VOLUME III
w/ Kitboys Club Records | Daylan Gideon | That Guy Veezy | Jiggs285 | Champagne Trap | Chasingcapital
Saturday Sep 07, 2024
Shubh Saran
Monday Sep 09, 2024
Sour Widows
Youbet
w/ Mallbangs
Wednesday Sep 11, 2024
Sinai Vessel
Saturday Sep 14, 2024
RIXE
w/ Symbiote | SIKM | Ballistic Ax
Friday Sep 20, 2024
Tinzo + Jojo
Saturday Sep 21, 2024
Alingon Mitra (Late Show)
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Saturday Sep 21, 2024
Alingon Mitra
Tuesday Oct 01, 2024
Brothertiger
Thursday Oct 03, 2024
Angry Blackmen
w/ Linqua Franqa
Friday Oct 04, 2024
Fake Fruit
w/ Spllit
Saturday Oct 05, 2024
Boulevards
Wednesday Oct 09, 2024
ULTRA SUNN
Thursday Oct 10, 2024
FLAKE
Monday Oct 14, 2024
Being Dead
Tuesday Oct 15, 2024
Mint Field
w/ After Care | Slomoon | Yearn
Monday Oct 21, 2024
French Police
w/ Wisteria
Monday Oct 28, 2024
Uz Jsme Doma
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Monday Oct 14, 2024
18+ | 8:00 pm | $15
529 & Nobody’s Booking & Speakeasy Promotions Presents:

Being Dead

Being Dead

Being Dead knows how to make an entrance – within the first several seconds of EELS, the duo’s new
record, the bright, hard-strummed guitar line on “Godzilla Rises” conjures cinematic immediacy, a
creature emerging from the depths of the ocean in campy, freaky stop motion, fittingly so. Being Dead’s
records are mosaics, technicolor incantations, each song its own self-contained little universe. And while
the dreamlike EELS probes further into the depths of the duo Being Dead’s psyche, it is, most importantly,
in the year of our lord 2024, a 16-track record that is genuinely unpredictable from one track to the next: a
joyous and unexpected trip helmed by two true-blue freak bitch besties holed up in a lil’ house in the heart
of Austin, Texas.
There are a number of different origin stories for Being Dead floating around on the internet, most of
which are immortalized in various press pieces they’ve done across the last seven years of being a band,
and there will likely be more. Falcon Bitch and Smoofy, the multi-instrumentalists and best friends at the
center of the BD universe, deliver each story with a wink, inviting you in on the joke.
And maybe they were actually born from a giant egg left in a meteoric crater, or they’re undercover on
earth from an alien universe. Something about their music suggests it’s a dispatch from both the future
and the past – vocal harmonies that sound like they’re reverberating in a medieval church to surfy guitar
lines, weirdo-punky cacophonies erupting into chaos. There’s the sense that these are two people who are
strangers to all that is banal – there is always fun to be had, a little mischievous magic waiting around the
corner, if you know how to find or make it.
When Horses Would Run, Being Dead’s debut record released in 2023, took years to release. The final
product was excellent but expertly polished, at odds with the live rowdiness they’d cultivated a reputation
for throughout Austin and beyond across seven years of being a band. For the next one, they knew they’d
have to do things differently.
They decamped to Los Angeles for two weeks to record with GRAMMY-winning producer John
Congleton, writing songs for the record until days before they left. The radical shift in process was
welcome – a good balance and a challenge, Congleton helping them find new ways to work and helping
peel back the layers on the core of their songwriting. Being Dead has grown from a duo to a trio live,
including bassist Ricky Motto (who is immortalized finally on record here, particularly in the giggles on
“Rock n’ Roll Hurts”)
The resulting EELS is a darker record, tapped more into the devilishness within, but it’s also a more
raucous, rougher ride sonically. There’s heartbreak, excitement, enchantment, dancing – we move through
it all at a high-octane pace. Falcon Bitch and Smoofy never want to do the same thing twice on any song,
and they don’t. From the pummeling garage rock distortion of “Firefighters” to “Dragons II,” which
appears in its demo form taped on a hand recorder, it’s unexpected but intuitive, and, most importantly,
singularly Being Dead.
There are some moments, like the refrain on the moody, rockin’ “Van Goes,” which begins with a
recording of a frustrated East Coast bus driver, spirals into moments that sound closer to Devo, to egg
punk, to unhinged weirdness. “Big Bovine” in its original form was a straight-ahead swing/country jam
until it evolved into the droning, punkier final form – a testament to the way Falcon and Shmoofy’s
collaboration works, pulling each other into different creative spaces.
EELS is dotted with interstitials, little sonic collages of what sounds the duo simply were enjoying and
creating. The spacious, sleepy “Storyback Bay” into the buoyant and absurdist “Ballerina.” And there are
moments of pure, understated prettiness – the acoustic pared-back “I Was a Tunnel,” Falcon’s crystalline
vocals massive and echoing, a melancholic hymn.
“Gazing at Footwear,” a genuinely perfect two-minute nugget of moody shoegaze both angelic and hellish
at the same time. “We just love Duster and thought let’s do a really fucked up, David Lynch-y song that’s
stuck in a well, and now it’s kind of its own thing,” Falcon explains, shrugging. It’s become a stand-out
on the record for friends, an example of what Being Dead could do – and in that way, EELS feels like an
album of possibilities, little tasters of what might be next, a vast and limitless stretching out before them.
Like its animal namesake suggests, the songs on EELS are malleable, the record like slithering through
murky waters or strange half dreams, mysterious and beautiful in how it moves, reflective in a wavering
sheen. Dipping into each song feels like uncovering a new cavern, plunging into depths unknown but
fully open to what will be revealed. On the album artwork, an illustration by the artist Julia Soboleva,
there are some weird disparate spectral creatures, a stark glimmer against a cloudy darkness. It’s a fitting
encapsulation of Being Dead, exuding a welcoming, playful energy even if something foreboding lurks
just beyond the pale – more out of frame that’s left to uncover, no path unexplored, strange and beautiful
in the light.
-Libby Webster

Being Dead