Concert Preview:
El Valiente and Building on Buildings

Hump day forecast: shitty!

So ride the hump over to Spring Green this Wednesday, where you can anchor your camel on the lawn at The Shitty Barn. The music starts at 7:30, but you’ll want to get there by 6:04 to grill some food and reserve a spot in the barn.

Bring this:

• Camp chair with cup holders (for locally-made Furthermore beer)
• Cash (cash-only venue)
• Food to grill

Grill this:

• Marinated skirt steak
• Bacon wrapped jalepeno poppers
• Your friend who is missing out

What you will see:

• Intimate “shitty barn,” without a stage
• “Two gurls and two guise. Perfectly symmetrical” as seen at Building on Buildings’s Facebook
• Three-piece rock outfit moving their fingers very fast

What you will hear:

• Wah, wah, wacka, wah wah, wah, wah, wacka, wah wah, badum tish! (That was Eric Caldera on guitar, Joe Bernstein on drums and glockenspiel, and Kris Hansen on bass)

In front of you holler some of Wisconsin’s finest music treats: El Valiente, Building on Buildings, and The Shitty Barn. Post-rock instrumental band El Valiente has escalated at an impressive rate into a Madison essential. If it will be anything like the last El Val show I saw at The Frequency, Mount Caldera will be erupting all over shredtown. Though the songs lack words, a story is told through instrumental peaks and valleys. Really, it’s hard to call the music “instrumental” with such a vocal six-string. Warning: the eeriness of “The Death of J Mendez” off the 2012 album White Comanche will haunt the barn.

Newcomer Building on Buildings isn’t far behind, as you’ll see from the group’s up-close-and-personal Shitty Barn debut. It is “gentle indie rock,” vocalist/guitarist Erin Fuller said in Jonk Music’s video interview with Building on Buildings. It is “a band of bass players,” added Eben Christensen (keys, bass, guitar, vocals). With Connie Ward (guitar, vocals, bass) and Tom Teslik (drums) in the mix as well, you will have four new faces to meet at almost eye level!

Listen. As poopy as Wednesdays get, you’d be flushing the night away if you didn’t plunge into The Shitty Barn for this one.