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In the dark, drizzling afternoons of Winter
1997, a light shone from the basement of the Church House in Portland,
Oregon. Peering in, a passerby might see that light glinting off a whiskey
bottle, a can of hair spray, or a guitar. No, it was not the secret
initiation rights of a sorority, but rather the formative moments of the
band which became known as Cadallaca.
The passerby notices three distinct
sounds coming from the basement as he walks away, and wonders, what was it
I saw? What am I hearing? It kind of sounds like a garage band, but like
no other I have ever heard before. The piercing wail of the Farfisa organ
riding the wave of the single guitar brings more melody and pop aesthetic
than their 60's garage foremothers could have mustered. It is loud and
melodic, it is also punk rock.
Cadallaca is the alter-ego of Sarah Dougher
(the Lookers, the
Crabs, solo), Corin Tucker (Sleater-Kinney) and
Shanna
Doolittle (the Lookers, 1 threw 7). Considering the
star studded
roster
of this wicked trio, an observer might wonder, "Are these ladies
moonlighting?" No! Cadallaca is a dramatic departure from the
directions
of these other musical projects. In Portland's Jackpot studio with
Larry
Crane and Calvin Johnson, between sips of their greyhounds,
Cadallaca
channeled the crash-thrashy alleys and deep bucket seats that the
producers of girl-groups from time immemorial had attempted to foist on to
their acts. But this time, it was strictly "ladies choice":
"We listened
to the Shangri-Las a lot before we made this record, but we
realized that
groups like this had to obey certain rules when they were working with
producers who not only dreamed up their aesthetic for them, but also made
all the money, " says Sarah, AKA Dusty.
"That's not to say that those
images of bad girls doing bad stuff was not a part of their experience or
of our own, or of any girls. The way we talk about them in this instance,
though, is that we own those images and use them as we like," comments
Corin, AKA Kissy.
"I think this band is really sexy, and that's what any
good band is really about." adds Shanna, AKA Junior.
After practicing
sporadically for a year, and having some shows in Portland area basements,
Cadallaca ventured into the recording studio. For inspiration, they
explored such classic sound effects as revving engines and squeaky hinges,
actively collaborating on the tone of each song. In addition to the
non-conventional line-up of instruments, with guitar and Farfisa trading
off lead parts, close and complex vocal harmonies were essential to the
signature sound. Various percussive elements, such as the vibra-slap,
tambourine, and cowbell augment the drums, rounding out the tracks.
The
importance of controlling the sound of the record mirrors the efforts of
Cadallaca to shape the personae which appear on the stage at each
performance -- and often at practice. Sometimes wearing matching
accessories, and always dressed to the 9s, girl-group drag controls their
aesthetic of masquerade.
These ladies are not nostalgic. They were not born a second too late for
what they have taken on, which is nothing less than a radical reassessment
of pop power, girl-group-style-now! So ask your mom to borrow the car,
adjust your wig in the review mirror and let that
Cadallaca tape roll!