By Benjamin Leatherman
By Glenn BurnSilver
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When the band starts playing, the audience isn't quite sure what to make of the trio. Janis Joplin Crap N Vomit is bouncy and loud, screaming out lyrics about dead beavers and hormones over a wall of distorted guitar and thick bass lines. It's loosely structured noise with a heavy proto-punk aesthetic, sort of like pre-Daydream Nation Sonic Youth, or a more garage-rock version of Jon Spencer's old band, Pussy Galore.
Throughout the band's performance, audience members try to dance. But JJCNV thwarts the rhythms — as soon as a skinny punk girl with long, dark hair finally starts bouncing to the 4/4 beat, the band blasts into a feedback-laden bridge not conducive to any dance move except, perhaps, a simulated seizure.
By the time the group wraps up its 30-minute set, people in the bar are both cheering and scratching their heads. Such a mixed reaction is typical for JJCNV. This is a band that wears everything from brightly colored wigs to T-shirts over their heads when they perform, and sings short, semi-discordant, and oft-distorted songs with titles like "Hamsterdam" and "Bones Make Good Coals." And they made a moniker out of a dead blues-rock icon and two revolting body fluids. But the band (now formerly known as Janis Joplin Crap N Vomit), wants its music to be taken seriously. This has been a bit of a challenge.
First, they had to change their name. None of the band members is particularly a fan of late-'60s singer Janis Joplin (Pete says, "She bugs the shit out of me . . . she's part of that stupid hippie idea"), but they insist their original moniker wasn't meant to be insulting to her. That didn't matter to the attorney for the estate of Janis Joplin, who sent the band a letter demanding they cease using the name "Janis Joplin" immediately.
So Janis Joplin Crap N Vomit became JJCNV, and they want to leave the acronym open for conjecture. It could stand for "Juggling Juicy Coconuts Never Vexes," or "Just Jungle Curry, No Vitamins," or even "Jesus Jumps Canyon, Needs Vicodin" (one of the band's favorites). But for legal reasons, let's say that JJCNV most certainly does not stand for Janis Joplin Crap N Vomit anymore.
Though the band reverted to its acronym weeks ago, it still receives some vitriol from Joplin's fans on Internet message boards. Dana, who looks a lot like comedienne Janeane Garafolo, recounts one of the threads. "It was entitled 'Dickhead Alert.' And people were very serious about it," she says. "People were just like, 'How dare they!' and 'It's so offensive,' and 'They're just such crap.' We just laughed about it, because people actually felt passionately enough to sit there and talk about it. But the best part was, someone was like, 'Well, the singer's not bad,' because they'd posted a link to our video."
"Someone did say, 'Strangely enough, people actually like them,'" Jeff adds.
And strangely enough, some people actually do like JJCNV. Musically, the trio has its merits. The band's combination of noisy garage rock, juvenile punk rock, and experimental wackadelia isn't bad — it's just weird.
Songs like "Frankie the Beaver" incorporate surf-rock backing harmonies and lyrics about standing in line for government cheese, while others, like "Can Do Attitude," sound as if cheerleaders started banging their boobs against piano keys while a helium-sucking child espouses its existential angst into a vintage microphone. The band's "Theme" is all old-school Casio drumbeats and digital percussion conniptions with incoherent and deeply distorted vocal ramblings that sound like a drunken life coach's pep talk. The one unifying element is an insidiously intellectual bent toward the avant-garde. The members of JJCNV are all smart (ass) people and accomplished musicians. They could've just as easily named themselves Frank Zappa Bile N Cerebellum, but the FZBNC acronym isn't as catchy.
Like many independent musicians, the members of JJCNV don't make a living making music. Thus, they have the dreaded "day jobs." Dana works in behavioral health, Pete makes a living doing graphic design, and Jeff works as a systems analyst.
But all three members of JJCNV are veterans of the Valley music scene. Dana used to be in The Budget Sinatra with Donald Martinez, with whom she helped co-found a popular local music Web site called theshizz.org. Jeff has drummed for countless bands, including a short-lived project called Naughty Women that once opened for late puke-punk legend G.G. Allin, who paid them with a half-eaten can of Boston baked beans. Pete's old band, Death Takes a Holiday, was named "Best Alternative Band" in the 1994 New Times Best of Phoenix® issue.
I appreciate new times giving attention to local bands but damn dude, this band is definetly not a cover story, a cover story band should be a band that's innovative with a purpose and has a new excited sound that is making the music scene exist again. The outfits aren't funny, sorry.
we played with jjcnv at angelo's lounge a year ago and jeff dressed in football equipment and these enormous cokebottle goggle things that made his eyes seem impossibly distant. and in the middle of a song, he pounded out a sarcastic and intentionally awful, clumsy drum solo for a really really long time. it was incredible. like a live stsanders video. the goggles already made him seem kind of alien. combine that with the inscrutable, solipsistic drum solo, i think they call that magic.
easily one of the most memorable moments i've ever seen at a show.
but yeah. these cats are awesome. and what's rad is that all the brash insanity is anchored by a really solid sense of songcraft (see: frankie the beaver, can do attitude). glad to see they're getting deserved attention.