Hop Along, Queen Ansleis / Wheatie Mattiasich - Mini-Tour!!

Frances (Hop Along) and her friend Wheatie from Baltimore are doing a three show stint in New York City this week, and the show at Bubby’s Pie Company on Thursday is the last of the three. If one set just isn’t enough to satiate you hunger for more Hop Along, she’s also playing with Michael Tichborne, Hundred Dollar Elephant (of The Medics), and Bubby’s in-house pop duo, The Beets.

WHEATIE MATTIASICH

“Four year old time traveller”

“Slothful crooner”

HOP ALONG, QUEEN ANSLEIS

Frances makes silly folk songs that might make you smile or sigh. She has two brothers, and they are both drummers. One’s in a band called Hey Hey, and they are great. The other brother is great solo. Frances has a new album out, called “Freshman Year.” If you like stories and singing and yelling and bells and banjos and drums and some kazoo, you might like this. Hope to smile and sigh with you at the next show…

MR. TURNER CODY

“A contemporary of [Devandra] Banhart, but not
nearly as well known, is Turner Cody from NYC. A
young producer/singer/ songwriter, Turner Cody puts
out thoughtful and interesting music with all the
charm and ingenuity that comes with self-recording.
While Cody continues to write and perform, to date
all of his LPs have been self-released, guaranteeing
him a devoted but very limited following.”

(…taken from a review of the last time Mr. Cody
performed with Devandra Banhart)

Thursday, Aug. 24th
8 PM, $5 (suggested donation)

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We dream of un-confiscated forties, shit-cheap liquor off a plywood bar, smoking inside, bands in the backyard, in the basement, in the bathtub. Out of necessity, we do shows at venues that are pretty lenient by New York standards, but in a perfect world every show would happen at home (in this city of eternal roommates). To get to the nitty-gritty, if you have a space, and think music forcefully shoved inside might work for us both, drop us an email. We can use all shapes and sizes, from pretty little alleyways or back porches for an acoustic kind of good time, or an industrial-looking basement for around 100 kids to spazz the fuck out in…