Fall & Rise of the Rising Fallen
With the Bowery looking more and more like the Upper East Side, and landmark clubs becoming commercialized beyond all recognition or altogether disappearing, it should be no surprise that interesting bands can be located in completely nontraditional spaces these dayslike theaters. Or that a band like The Rising Fallen is really just a theatrical conceit, the brainchild of a theater company called Banana Bag and Bodice.
Like a cocktail thats two parts emo to one part hardcore, The Rising Fallen has everything an alt-rock band needs to succeed in todays world: band members with seriously disturbing back-stories, music with a sound that ranges from the freewheeling, plaintive wail to the fist-waving garage-rock anthem and a nagging sense that everything they tell you about themselves happens to be an utter lie. You figure this out, for example, when one band member notes that the only place they can get gigs (besides P.S. 122) is on oil rigs; running motifs about Scandinavian men and lost-at-sea girlfriends offer us opportunities to see cracks in the bands oh-so-serious facade.
Ultimately, this is a concept punk band that isnt so much amplified at 11 on a scale of 10, like Spinal Tap, but instead set tongue-in-cheekily at pi. The concept sticks itself into your ribcagenudge, nudgeuntil you either laugh or surrender to the insanity, at which point you can toss yourself mosh-pit-style into a delirium of head-banging. Whether its the post-punk 80s sound or the sense that this isnt your favorite tweens kind of Green Day, BB&Bs theatrical senseheightened by mope-rock lyricsis the anarchy between music and theater, a combustible mix.
Through May 12. P.S. 122, 150 1st Avenue (betw. 9th & 10th Sts.), 212-352-3101; $20.