The Displaced - Kills 100% All The Time

TESTIMONIAL

by
Lindsey O'Conner

 

 

 

May 21, 2007
The DisplacedWhen I first moved out to San Diego, I was jobless, broke and lonely. I found myself in Hillcrest, seeking a job, seeking friends...something! I wandered into Off The Record, a place that I have now come to appreciate but at the time was just another record store. So while thumbing through various 'no name' local bands that I had yet to become familiar with, I came across a free CD on the register counter. The cover had a ghostly corpselike figure which appeared to be in the throes of some torrential struggle or pain. I had to have it, merely for the creeped out cover. It said simply, as if written in pencil, 'The Displaced.' So swiping it up, I took it back to my new apartment and lost it. Never listened to it, never saw it again.

Months and months later, I find myself in a far better financial situation, sitting comfortably while hearing first about local band rumors, break ups, make ups, music - all that good stuff. And as if fate itself knocked me upside the head, I stumbled across The Displaced?s mp3s on a website. At last, a local band that I can love! This is X with New York style and panache. I scoured the net for some more info on the band and initially found nothing but to ?try www.thediscplaced.com?. Duh. Intrigued by the Nico looking girl with two dudes on the homepage, I began to scour the site. On their discography page I saw , you guessed it, nothing other than that creeped out CD cover staring right back at me in all of its scanned internet glory. This is fate. I love this band. I could have been in love with this band months ago. But oh well, later is better than never.

I guarantee that you haven?t heard anything this good since X or The Pixies even. For one, I haven?t heard a definitive, strong, commanding female voice like Displaced vocalist Jen Janson since Exene or Kim Deal. This woman has an effortless assertiveness that comes across as very sexy-but delivers a balls out ?YEAH YEAH YEAH!? when needed. Nothing better in this world.

Originally formed in a concrete jungle, Brooklyn NYC, The Displaced found themselves giving up the hustle of the hip east coast, post Warhol, art and music scene for sunshine, palm trees, and a hip music scene not yet tainted with pretension. And it is here that The Displaced have flourished and grown into a phenomenal SD transplant band.

Now, on to what matters most: if you don?t like this band, there is something wrong with you. Seriously. Their energy, poise and rawness must make many other local bands blush in embarrassment. The riffs are simple, the bass lines are straightforward, the percussion is thrashy, but the delivery is golden. Songs like 30th & El Cajon capture the very essence of The Displaced?s appeal -straight up, head bobbin? rock and roll. "Cool Hunting" has a post-Pixies male/female energy coiled into a tight couple of minutes that jam back and forth between absolute freak out music and mellow slow-core. This is stuff you can either head bang to or listen to while trying to look super hip as you light up a cigarette. This versatility makes The Displaced a well known, well respected, and very coveted band in the local SoCal music scene.

The Displaced are one of those hip bands that have been hip all along - even when they were playing to sleepy dunks and billiard players in dive bars. The apex of the band?s sound is found in their many explosive moments that are well contained in 2-3 minute songs. You become dependent on The Displaced for more fixes until you find yourself fully immersed, addicted, and 'displaced' from bands with less talent. And perhaps that's what The Displaced does for people. The band gives you an alternative to horrible music. It seems that everyone eventually comes across this band, only to emerge with a greater sense of what is good rock and what isn't.

This is good rock. I found out for myself. Now find this out for yourself.