Jaki Liebezeit, the drummer for the seminal Krautrock band Can, had an epiphany; he was confronted by a mysterious person in the late 60's who told him "YOU MUST PLAY MONOTONOUS." Jaki could have easily passed off the comment with total disregard, but there was something about the wide-eyed nature of this mysterious person that seemed to suggest something alien and perhaps knowledge of worlds beyond our own. And so Jaki took heed and began playing monotonous and consequently changed and effected the way we approach pop and odd music ever since.

The fact that a moment so fleeting and seemingly inconsequential could have such a resounding effect on the future of music seems magical at best. Could aliens really have informed the Germans about this musical zeitgeist? ...Now I'm imagining a planet where the national anthem is a motorik beat that plays for half an hour...

Meanwhile, back on earth we're sending those signals back out to space in hopes that the mothership returns to bring us bountiful gifts of synthesizers that oscillate emotions and guitars that feedback into eternity. Tonight there is a live transmission from The LO-FI with cosmic kraut conductors, Red Martian (who on any other day could be the house band for Creation Records), Terminal Fuzz Terror (Amon Duul disciples), Bites, and more... All paying homage to the greatest musical genre the west has ever known. Lift off starts at 8pm

It's sad day for the underground. Seminal DIY space and home to outsider music of Seattle, The Josephine, has ceased operations. The house/venue had recently come under scrutiny by the city, who were tipped off about the venue through a local noise complaint. Members of the house have not been kicked out yet and will continue to live out the lease, but all sounds are silent.

Let's take a minute to pay our repects to DIY spaces across the world; without them the Deli would be a lonely place.

There's a big hoopla going on tonight: some guy from SF is in town and he brought his face paint and we're all excited to see how the sweat washes it away. But there's more than that... at the very same event there's an evil lurking and a cat with a penchant for Mexican food, and that sounds very enticing.

The evil I speak of is The Young Evils, Seattle's bittersweet rock-popsters. If The Cars spun out on the Vaselines and consequently drove straight into Wreckless Eric, The Young Evils would be on the sideline documenting it all to sell it to the tabloids later, and oh how they would revel in the drama!

The name Tacocat pretty much sums up the band. Some of their songs are about cats; some are about tacos, some just about being person in a world. While tacos explain themselves, and we deal with being a person everyday, cats are a much more complex subject.  What exactly is a cat thinking? Does it want peace and harmony; dissent and chaos, or simply a warm laptop to sits on? Does the modern cat express empathy or is the cute cuddly persona merely a facade to cover up the deviant sociopath that lies underneath? Hear Tacocat's sentiments on the subject tonight.

The Young Evils open for Tacocat, who open for Ty Segall tonight at Neptune, 7PM, FREE

In school teachers try and cram as much info into our heads as possible through monotony. However, a lot of this never really seems to stick because we never understand the context, reason or passion behind it. Dance music acts in a similar way instructing us to move with a repetitive onslaught of rhythm, except where school lacks passion, dance music indulges in it, and we soon are overcome with knowledge (sometimes carnal) and succumb to the movement. Patternmaster takes us on a forward thinking quest for knowledge, using modular squelches and incessant kick drums to guide the way -we learn the value of just being in the moment. And just as the last moment passes a new one begins and thus is the cyclical pattern of Patternmaster.

For a those on a constant quest for knowledge check out Patternmaster at Kremwerk on February, 5th for the 21st edition of MOTOR, Seattle's monthly experimental electronics revue.

Sound, being the ever expansive beast that it is, sometimes demands to be quantified and the musician acts as the magician stirring the alchemical pots of sound and time to create something cohesive yet unique. Leatherdaddy are such magicians who do an exceptional job of reaching into the aether to present us with golden ratios of sound.  Take equal parts sludged-out guitars, odd timings, a penchant for the "post" sound of 90's bands like Unwound and Black Heart Procession, and a dash of shoegaze and you might have something close. But even with all the right parts we would probably never come close to what Leatherdaddy sound like, so it's best to leave them to what they do best.

Witness them alive tonight at Hollow Earth Radio 8:30PM 21+