Lach

Lach

BandAlternativeAcoustic

"Think battered acoustic thrashings,think sarky,smart-mouthed wit and wisdom but most importantly think Lach.He is rarely less than a face-ache funny, beat-punk-unplugged joy, and likely to send you home with several favorite new songs"- The Guardian UK “Lach is the mastermind of Antifolk"-NYTimes

Biography

Timeout London calls Lach "NYC's living legend" and credits him side-by-side with Bob Dylan, Syd Barrett and The New York Dolls as the roots of the modern singer-songwriter movement. The NY Times labels Lach "The mastermind of Antifolk, like a Lower East Side rendezvous of Bob Dylan and Patti Smith." The Antifolk movement that Lach started in the early eighties has produced such well-known performers as Beck, Regina Spektor, The Moldy Peaches, Hamell on Trial and many more.
It does at times seem as if all roads lead to a mysterious figure out of NYC's East Village known simply as Lach. Google him as much as we want and he still remains an enigma. Touring rarely. Releasing only four albums over twenty years. Each album a critical darling with rave reviews from everyone from Billboard to Mojo to Spin to NME and back again. And still very little is actually known about this shadowed songwriter.
We do know he was born in Brooklyn, New York in the middle of a storm. He was trained as a classical pianist from an early age only to abandon it once he heard The Sex Pistols, The Jam and The Clash for the first time. Realizing he was a songwriter, Lach backtracked and explored the roots, relishing the works of Dylan, Ochs and Guthrie.
In the early 80's Lach went to Greenwich Village's Folk City figuring they'd flip over him. They flipped all right, kicked Lach right out onto the street! It seems Lach's punk/folk hybrid was not at all welcome. Fuck 'em, he thought and moved to the Lower East Side opening his own illegal after-hours club "The Fort". The same week Lach opened The Fort, Folk City held the New York Folk Festival, so, Lach held the first New York Antifolk Festival. Thus, Antifolk was born.
A year later the cops told our hero to move on. The Fort became a mobile club inhabiting various New York hotspots, finally settling down at The Sidewalk Café on Avenue A where it has now resided for a dozen or so years.
Since those early days Lach's Antifolk movement has grown into a worldwide phenomenon with Antifolk clubs, websites and fanzines scattered across the globe.
Over the last few years Lach has actually been spotted away from NYC sharing the touring stage with such compatriots as Suzanne Vega and punk pioneers Television. With a new album ready for release in the winter, 2008 will be the year that our reluctant Anti-hero blinks into the sun of popular acclaim. Goodbye underground, hello backstage tour riders!

Lyrics

George at Coney

Written By: Lach

George at Coney
Alone but not lonely
Sitting on the beach
Black boots in the sand
Walking the boardwalk
Bored of the big talk
Under the moonlight
Twelve strings in his hand

While his friends went out dancing
George took a chance and
Rode the F Train out to the beach
While his manager did panic
George had a picnic
Just his guitar, some ciggies
And the stars within reach

George at Coney
Alone but not lonely
Sitting on the beach
Bare feet in the sand
Walking the boardwalk
Bored of the big talk
Under the moonlight
Twelve strings in his hand

George at Coney
Spent most his money
On jellybeans, french fries and Coca-Cola
Spent his last dollar
To hear himself holler
While riding the Cyclone rollercoaster

George at Coney
Alone but not lonely
Laughing at the waves
Black boots in the sand
Walking the boardwalk
Bored of the big talk
Under the moonlight
Twelve strings in his hand

Eventually they found him
And up they did round him
Shuttled him back to the froth and the fray
But if you're ever lonely
Just ride out to ol' Coney
Sit quiet at night and you'll hear him play

George at Coney
Alone but not lonely
Sitting on the beach
Bare feet in the sand
Walking the boardwalk
Bored of the big talk
Under the moonlight
Twelve strings in his hand

A Quiet Distance

Written By: Lach

My dad yells at newspapers
Ranting about the Knicks and Nixon
I complain about poets
who choke me with correctness
Everyone’s pointing fingers
But I'd rather be fingerpainting
Getting messy colors dripping on my hands

Home for the holidays
and my friends are getting famous
I try on emotions
like I try on clothes from storage
Nothing seems to fit
I'm not angry, sad or jealous
Confused I will admit
I'm like a song without a chorus

And the women here I know
talk like sisters over coffee
"How was San Francisco?" and "Are you really happy?"
They say, " I fell in love while you were gone
but just last week he left me,
So, I can't handle romance
can we just go to a movie."

I'm on a new road
but I had to come home to find it
Everything looks smaller when
you try to hide behind it
Get real close up and
you can't make out the picture
But from a quiet distance
everything seems so much clearer

So, now my horse is saddled
and I'm gonna ride triumphant
Away from the battles
the circus and the convent
A -yippie -aye- oh come on and sing along
and I'll make the ending chorus of the song
a -yippie -aye -ee -oo- a- yippie -aye- kye-yay!

I'd rather be fingerpainting
Confused I will admit
I can't handle romance
But from a quiet distance
everything seems so much clearer
A -yippie -aye- oh come on and sing along
and I'll make the ending chorus of the song
a -yippie -aye -ee -oo- a- yippie -aye- kye-yay!

Egg

Written By: Lach

Wobbly wings still sticky with yolk and bits of shell
My bewildered little chicken-head is ticking all pell-mell
I wandered into Disneyland a chip still on my shoulder
Everyone said I was young but I felt so much older

In isolation maps are drawn, I'm a reality Magellan
Circumnavigating my mind where all my thoughts are yelling
They clamor for attention all my dreams and attitudes
They control the ship I'm in and I'm warping in and out of moods

The Sun's so bright on my baby eyes I don't think I stand a chance
I thought life was a limousine but it turned into an ambulance
My friends are all from coincidence; I met them by pure happenstance
I know I should hang out with them but I can't stand accidents

I miss my oval world where everything was safe and smooth
Until I punched a hole through the sky, everything was so cool
But now I'm dazzled by these wings that I can't control
Everyone says I am young, why do I feel so old?

It's not fair, it's not fair, and now I'm all baby-mad
I should thank-you for having me but it feels more like I've been had
I don't like it out here I want to go back inside
Where everything is safe and warm and where the sky is white. . .

Egg.

Discography

1990-Contender (Goldcastle)
1997-Blang! (Fortified)
2001-Kids Fly Free (Fortified)
2005-Today (Fortified)
2008-The Calm Before (Fortified)
Plus various compilations, soundtracks etc.

Set List

Lach's sets can be anywhere from 30 minutes to two hours depending on the venue.