I associate certain types of food with certain artists and musicians, generally for completely irrational or wildly obvious reasons. For example: Ice-T, long island iced teas; Lady Gaga, air; The Liars, Twizzlers; Nine Inch Nails, duck confit. The mind works in mysterious ways.
As does the world of rock ‘n’ roll, where bands splinter and form with the unpredictable–but always dramatic–velocity, beauty and destruction of a supernova.
Punches is no exception; the project was formed “on a late and snowy night in December when DJ twins Finger On The Pulse shared a cab with Alan Astor and The Kid Robb, where we talked about what would make the perfect soundtrack for the upcoming summer,” Punches said in an email to UI. The result was a mixtape hosted by Barbara Vega.
So what does Punches eat? Steak and eggs (in my mind, anyway). Lots of it. But reality, as is often the case, is stranger and more delicious than my fictional delusions: Punches claims to “sometimes run on a 24-hour champagne diet.”
Louche. Outre. Recherche. (Insert your own Frenchified, luxurious/naughty French adjective here).
Yes. But will the Brooklynites redefine champagne music for the new millennium?
TBD.












TOPICS: Eat to the Beat, Kathleen Willcox