Entertainment at the Drunken Unicorn 1-11-13

A man and his veil. That would describe the show that I witnessed at the Drunken Unicorn on Friday, January 11, 2013. The first show that I was able to pull myself together for after the new year's eve recovery. Stumbling down the long, dark tunnel into MJQ, the bleak and twisted faces huddled around the bar...elbowing for a spot to dance sent me around the corner to the Drunken Unicorn. Entertainment took the stage. All members dressed in black, lead singer Trey Ehart out of Athens, GA slithered to the center stage - black lacy veil across his face. I could hear some nerds in the corner making jokes. They snickered and tried to hide their poor taste from the girls they were with - girls that clearly were not interested in their dates. All eyes were on the man on stage. It was refreshing to hear a set - one could describe as "Trent Reznor and Marilyn Manson - gentle love couple" - in a town filled with pop-star, folky, dipster rock. Electronic drum beats were soothing, and complimented by moody synthe. When I say electronic drums, I don't mean a guy at a computer...I mean a guy at a drum set, with freakin' electronic drums and sticks. Who knew electronic music could come from an actual man? Bari Donavan has been on the scene for a long time now. His style separates the band from the typical bland goth rock and Cure comparisons. The beats are awkward and powerful. Todd Caras has joined the band - probably just as a rental though. An amazing bass player, Todd has slutted himself off to many bands in Atlanta. Whoever manages to keep him around is surely to succeed. I heard that the synthe guy - Ross Henderson - is also a super talented guy, and plays in other bands as well.

Though the nerdy nerds behind me continued to snicker for various reasons, they stayed for the entire set. We all did. Entertainment is sexy. The music, the mood, their stage presence - not everyone wants to see a bunch of sweaty dudes tossing their hair and smiling with a big open mouth as they "jam". If you have yet to see this band, do yourself a favor. Do it. And bring a date. It just might help you get laid. Music Monkey gives Entertainment 3 bananas.

Capibara, The Pinx, and Hip To Death Show Review at the Drunken Unicorn 1/2/10

Happy New Year's everyone. I don't know about your night, but I celebrated into the wee hours with friends, drinking my way into a peaceful slumber. By Saturday night, I was thirsty for more, so I decided to check out the Chad Radford recomendation - from Atlanta's own Creative Loafing picks for the week's best shows. See below...

HIP TO DEATH, CAPIBARA, THE PINX Armed with heart-wrenching melodies, tastefully stoned riffs and the most fully realized (and good) rock songwriting this town has seen in decades, the Pinx are Atlanta's best-kept secret. Hip to Death plays jagged, morphine post-punk. Capibara opens with fierce, though undercooked noisy rock rants. $5. 9 p.m. Drunken Unicorn. www.thedrunkenunicorn.net. — CR

The Pinx opened up to the frozen crowd with mixed emotions. At first, I didn't feel my mouth watering for the souped-up lyric review that you have just read above. As the band played on, their genuine enthusiasm became contageous. Everyone enjoys good showmanship, and this trio of guys were all over the stage. The Pinx tore it up with lenghthy guitar riffs, physical action, and melodic singing that reminded me of Weezer. I heard that the drummer was playing with some broken ribs - but he's obviosly one tough bastard. Overall, it was a sweet beginning to my frothy night.


Up next was Capibara. First let me say that looks are deceiving. Do not judge a Thom Yorke look-a-like dressed rather preppy for anything less than what he is - damn talented, and obvioulsy under appreciated. The string of quick lyrics that flew out of his mouth were captivating. The band was tight, and each song was crafted like a fun shot on your twenty-first birthday. And this band also grabs the attention of the ladies - always important, and quite often overlooked. As the crowd swelled even at the stroke of midnight, I knew the last band had to be interesting.


Hip To Death opened with a catchy tune and I eased back to enjoy the view. The setup was different, and obviosly took the eye of some serious artists. The special lighting, the intricate triangle art on canvas, collages, and my fave - tv's with surf and skate videos playing. It all meshed together like a video on the Fuel channel. Song 2, which I found out is called Red Blood Lips, was dark and heavy on the shadows of bass bass bass. One thing I can say about the lyrics from this band -some of the words and lines really cling to your mind. I'm not sure if that's frightening or facinating. The singer stands tall in stature and spits out his words like a mad man. He was backed occassionally by a sultry bass player who helped drive the nail into the angry song and finished with a little Pixie style. The drummer whaled out punk beats from behind his camp-fire-esk lit drum kit. The music was definetely a style I've never heard before. I'll have to check this trio out again.



Nothing's better than ending of good night of music with some late night food at the Magestic. My hunger had been satisfied, and all of the dark souls could sleep soundly at last.


Music Monkey gives this night 3 bananas.