Lach
About
In the early 80's, after reading a Dylan biography while blaring The Sex Pistols, Lach came to Greenwich Village. He went to Folk City figuring they'd flip over him. They flipped all right: kicking Lach right out onto the street! So did the other folk clubs. It seemed Lach's form of punk/folk 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, and so, Lach held the first New York Antifolk Festival. Thus, the first wave of Antifolk was born.
A year later the cops finally told our hero to move on. The Fort became a mobile club inhabiting various New York hotspots. Lach's Antifolk sound became the inspiration for many artists such as Beck, The Moldy Peaches, Jeff Lewis, Hamell On Trial, Michelle Shocked and countless others.
“Lach is the mastermind of Antifolk, like a Lower East Side rendezvous of Bob Dylan and Patti Smith. Like black snow, stalled subway cars and random violence, Lach is a Manhattan institution.”- NY Times
“Lach is so what the East Village used to be all about. He's a gruff‑and-tough punk turned poet with a heart o'gold singing jangly, funny, pop‑punk songs.”-TimeoutNY
"Think battered acoustic thrashings, think sarky, smart-mouthed wit and wisdom but most importantly think Lach. Lach is rarely less than a face-ache funny, beat-punk-unplugged joy, and likely to send you home with several favourite new songs"- The Guardian UK
"A wholly enjoyable voyage into a strange and brilliant musical mind!"- Billboard
“NYC's living legend, riotously catchy!”-Timeout London
“4 Stars! Splendid! Best of it's kind!”- Mojo
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A year later the cops finally told our hero to move on. The Fort became a mobile club inhabiting various New York hotspots. Lach's Antifolk sound became the inspiration for many artists such as Beck, The Moldy Peaches, Jeff Lewis, Hamell On Trial, Michelle Shocked and countless others.
“Lach is the mastermind of Antifolk, like a Lower East Side rendezvous of Bob Dylan and Patti Smith. Like black snow, stalled subway cars and random violence, Lach is a Manhattan institution.”- NY Times
“Lach is so what the East Village used to be all about. He's a gruff‑and-tough punk turned poet with a heart o'gold singing jangly, funny, pop‑punk songs.”-TimeoutNY
"Think battered acoustic thrashings, think sarky, smart-mouthed wit and wisdom but most importantly think Lach. Lach is rarely less than a face-ache funny, beat-punk-unplugged joy, and likely to send you home with several favourite new songs"- The Guardian UK
"A wholly enjoyable voyage into a strange and brilliant musical mind!"- Billboard
“NYC's living legend, riotously catchy!”-Timeout London
“4 Stars! Splendid! Best of it's kind!”- Mojo