The Basement — Columbus, OH
Friday, January 11, 2019; Doors open at 7:00 PM
$15.00 In Advance / $17.00 Day of Show
General Admission — All Ages
Opening Artist: Retirement Party
Foxing got hit by a runaway truck at 50 mph. They played the next night and released a Dido cover as a fundraiser for their totaled van. They had $30,000 worth of gear and merchandise stolen, an amount big enough to make the nightly news in Austin. Lead singer Conor Murphy got his nose broken by a rowdy fan days before an Audiotree session and they played it anyway, rescinding their request for a substitute on trumpet. They lost a founding member to NYU’s Tisch School of Arts, and he spent a recent weekend directing videos for Foxing’s next two singles. The quintet relived their darkest secrets night after night for the better part of four years and wrote a song about it that they never play live.
Nearer My God is an indie rock band making a record that aspires to be something far bigger than ’80s or ’90s nostalgia. The festival-ready stomp of “Grand Paradise” is Foxing’s answer to “Airbag,” “Zebra,” or M83’s “Intro,” the leadoff track that doesn’t “level up” so much as shout that an already great band is playing a completely different game. While the title track and “Bastardizer” are laser-lit, howl-and-point anthems that could conceivably elevate them to the status of alt-emo festival staples like Manchester Orchestra, Circa Survive, and pre-downfall Brand New — all of whom they’ve opened for — there’s not much contemporary comparison to the nine-minute ambient odyssey “Five Cups” or the IDM-goes-post-hardcore frenzy of “Gameshark” or “Heartbeats” merging swirling house rhythms with atmospheric post-rock guitars.
Foxing have accessed all of the compositional chops and technological curiosity of their previous albums of cathartic emo and transmuted it into art-rock for the masses, spiritually reminiscent of Radiohead and TV On The Radio. It’s fucking wild. It barely resembles the keening, raw confessionals of The Albatross and Dealer. And given the history of bands of their ilk making power moves like this, there’s no guarantee it will find its audience. “With this record, it’s the first time where it feels like this shit is worth it,” Murphy states with typical bluntness. “This is, ‘I don’t care if we get into a van crash every day,’ because this record means something to us.” Don’t miss Foxing at The Basement on January 11th!
Official Website: http://foxingtheband.com/
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