Seven bands and three DJs brought the jams to help the world.
The Give A Fuck About Our Earth Fest at Greenpoint’s Brooklyn Bazaar featured seven of Brooklyn’s most beloved bands and three DJs that kept the party raging in the name of our planet. Ryan Laetari, Flasyd, Coco Verde, Max Pain & The Groovies, Roya, The Muckers and Tall Juan rocked the stage and artist Alberto Pazzi, Siren Sounds’ Lindsey Gardner and Habibi/Roya’s Radio Rahill spun the tracks before, between and after the bands. And all the proceeds were donated to Earth Justice and Environmental Working Group.
With free Ilegal Mezcal in hand, each band made the crowd jump until the floor shook.
Unfortunately, I missed the first two bands. Ryan Laetari, the guitarist of Coco Verde, kicked off the night with his solo project—which I hear is fantastic. Then Flasyd came in hot after Laetari with their chaos-causing punk rock.
When I rolled up to the show, Coco Verde was just getting started and the light show was pouring color down on them like a bucket of goo. Their sultry indie pop is upbeat and hopelessly romantic. Their melodies covered the crowd like a blanket of bliss and put everyone in a fantastic mood.
Between bands, the party raged by the bar where shots flowed like the rains down in Africa. Backstage was also going down, where the musicians and friends celebrated the birthday of Max Pain & The Groovies’ bassist Kallan Campbell—the grooviest long-haired man you’ll ever meet.
When Max Pain & The Groovies took the stage, the five-piece party band shredded like their lives depended on it. Filled with distortion and fuzz, they sung about beer and all-around badassery. Faces melted and brains rattled.
Next up was the lovely Roya. This band brings everything you love about the NYC music scene into their sound—catchy, too-cool-for-school vibes and songs that you’ll never forget. Frontwoman Rahill Jamalifard sung matter-of-factly into the mic with her red snake-print pants, and though they were singing about apocalyptic scenarios, only love could be felt. Jamalifard and guitarist Jay Heiselmann shared a sweet moment hugging on stage with Jamalifar announcing into the speakers that they hadn’t seen each other in a while and they missed their fellow bandmate.
After Roya finished, The Muckers made sure anyone who didn’t take drugs still felt the high. Their masterful guitar solos were like feathers tickling your mind and perfectly timed breaks and harmonies make it impossible to not be completely obsessed with this band. As they played, the crowd got lost in the trippy lights moving along with their music.
Before Tall Juan took the stage, midnight struck and mezcal rained down backstage as Kallan was lifted into the air and everyone sung happy birthday. Spirits were high—I still have a nice layer of the alcohol in my hair.
Everyone was more than ready to groove out to Tall Juan’s Latin-infused punk rock.
When I first saw this guy live he was alone and shirtless on stage singing punk rock with an acoustic guitar. While he still had an acoustic guitar in hand, Tall Juan was joined by all kinds of talented musicians. He went wild upfront, backed by three different kinds of percussionists, a keys player, a saxophonist, an electric guitarist, a bassist and the beautiful vocals of Breanna Barbara.
As I watched this orchestra of misfits I couldn’t keep from dancing my little heart out. Tall Juan’s music infected my hips as they started to sway before my brain could even register my movements.
After the bands played and we were all pleasantly exhausted from dancing, DJs kept spinning music until the crowd cleared out at 2 a.m.—earlier than I’m used to but, hey, it was a Sunday night after all. The night was one for the books and one wild way to help the world.