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Xenia Rubinos is on to something. On her newest album Black Terry Cat (Anti-), the Brooklyn-based, multi-faceted performance artist draws from a treasure trove of influences - r&b, hip hop, soul, punk rock, funk, Caribbean music - and creates exciting and enticing sonic morsels that are (probably) unlike anything else you've ever gobbled up.

So yeah, when the funky, fresh, and super cool musician signed up to bring her slick, super-ecclectic happenings down to Beautiful Sunset Park Brooklyn for our second edition of Bands + Brews, we knew it would be something special. So we pounced. Mother Nature, on the other hand, did it's best ot make sure the show never happened. On our walk into the office that morning, you could cut the air with a knife. Things felt combustible in the meteorology department and our collective anxiety was not helped by the warning of severe storms with 60+mph winds from our friends here at Industry City. Yet for most of the day we were hopeful. The stage was set. The lights went up. The bands arrived. It was downright beautiful...until it wasn't.

Around 4PM one wicked front rolled through NYC, bringing with it a wall of wind and biblical rainfall. The crew scrambled, tarping up equipment and batting down the hatch. We lost a tent, a guitar stand, and nearly a bass cab and head to a ferocious wind that seriously came out of nowhere. Some of us spent the lightning fast storm cowering under a tent on the stage hoping the amps that were currently sitting in a puddle of water were unplugged. It was wet and wild. It was actually kind of fun! And then the storm passed, clearing the way for one of those types of absolutely perfect summer nights the mind tends to return to when the city is in winter's grasp.

If you were there, you know what we're talking about. If you weren't, you missed one hell of a show! Xenia brought songs from Black Terry Cat and man oh man, did she ever get down and get funky for a crowd that took a leap of faith and descended upon Industry City on a night it would have been very easy to say, "F*ck It...I'll go to the next one". R+B, Hip Hop, Soul, Punk Rock, Funk...it all lives in Xenia's revolutionary sound, and as she bound into the crowd to whip 'em up in a frenzy, well...we just hope the crack of our jaws hitting the floor didn't pick up in any of our audio engineer's mics. Cause man...it was AWESOME.

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out to our Bands & Brews sessions here at Industry City.
I, I just can't seem to stop stars from falling
I, I just can't wrap my world around it darling
You call, you call me out just like my lonely lover
You see, I've seen a thousand miles just like this
I feel, I feel I feel, I feel
Mami just feel like she needs to breathe today, today
Give a little space 'cause I'm going insane
And I just need to breathe today
I'm looking for my glasses in the lost and found
Willie smacked Papo Then they fell down
You call me up just like I was your last lost lover
You see, you see me more than words could ever
Oh, just bestill my heart and lay me out to pasture
Mami just feel like she needs to breathe today, today
Give a little space 'cause I'm going insane
And I just need to breathe today
I'm looking for my glasses in the lost and found
I drank my last five dollars it's raining now
Oh Mami don't feel like she got it down
Watch out 'cause I heard that's coming around
I feel, I feel, I feel
I can't seem to look inside I can't deny
You won't deny I cannot seem to look you in the eye
You shake like a thousand thunders
Mami just feel like she needs to breathe today, today
Well I, I, I can't seem to Well I, I, I just can't seem to win
Well I, I, I can't seem to I'm just a little star and I'm falling
I'm falling down
Every single day I buy just what you sell me
Every single day I eat the stuff you feed me
Every single day sacrifice for my family
Every single day living in the places you built for me
Oh just like I Oh just like I
Oh just like I love, I kill, I kill
Oh just like I Oh just like I
Oh just like I love, I kill
I'll fucking kill you
Every single day I go to work I fill my cup
Every single day I pray to God to lift me up
Oh just like I Oh just like I
Oh just like I love, I kill, I kill
I'm just like my mother I'm just like my father
I'm just like your sister, your brother and your mother
Oh with the same teeth Oh with the same teeth
Oh with the same teeth I smile, I bite you
With the same lips Oh with the same lips
Oh with the same lips, I kiss, I lie too
With the same eyes Oh with the same eyes
Oh with the same eyes you use, I watch you
With the same hands Oh with the same hands
Oh with the same hands that feed, I stab you
Oh just like I Oh just like I
Oh just like I love, I kill, I kill
Oh just like I Oh just like I
Oh just like I love, I kill I'll kill you
- Thank you.
How y'all feeling tonight? It's a warm night.
I'd like to introduce the incredible Indigo Street, who's going to be joining us on guitar.
Give it up for Indigo, special guest.
French bistro Dominican chef
Italian restaurant Boricua chef
Chinese takeout Mexican chef
Nouveau America Bachata in the back
So French bistro Dominican chef
Italian restaurant Boricua chef
Chinese takeout Mexican chef
Nouveau America Bachata in the back
Brown walks your baby Brown walks your dog
Brown raised America in place of its mom
Brown cleans your house Brown takes the trash
Brown even wipes your granddaddy's ass
Brown sews the buttons back on your shirt
Brown picks the fruits Brown planted in the dirt
Brown drives your bus Brown drives your taxi
Brown brings your lunch on a bike when you're relaxing
I want it, want it all now I want it all now
We build the ghettos and we tear them down
Brown lays bricks Brown builds your wall
Brown tears them down and builds them again
Brown breaks his back Brown takes the flack
Brown gets cut because his papers are whack
Brown sits down Brown does frown
Brown's up in a hospital gown
Brown has not Brown gets shot
Brown got what he deserved because he fought
I want it, want it all now I want it all now
We sail the boat that's going to take you to town
We build the ghettos and we tear them down
French bistro Dominican chef
Italian restaurant Boricua chef
Chinese takeout Mexican chef
Nouveau America Bachata in the
French bistro Dominican chef
Italian restaurant Boricua chef
Chinese takeout Mexican chef
Nouveau America Bachata in the
It's a party across America, Bachata in the back
It's a party across America, Bachata in the
It's a party across America, Bachata in the back
It's a party across America, Bachata in the back
Toma chocolate Paga lo que debes
Tómalo Págalo
Toma chocolate Paga lo que debes
Tómalo Págalo
Toma chocolate Paga lo que debes
Tómalo Págalo
I want it, want it all now Want it all now
I want it, want it all now Want it all now
We're the one that make sure that tree fall down
When the tree fall down it don't make a sound
Oh no, no, we're the one that make the tree fall down
When the tree fall down it don't make a sound
French bistro Dominican chef
Italian restaurant Boricua chef
Chinese takeout Mexican chef
Nouveau America Bachata in the back
So French bistro Dominican chef
Italian restaurant Boricua chef
Chinese takeout Mexican chef
Nouveau America Bachata in the back
Party in America, no, no, no, no, Party in America
It is a party across America Bachata in the back
- That's Indigo Street.
Quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero Quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero
Ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto Quiero tener calor
You're gonna tell him what you wanna
You're a million black stars in that fearless night again
You're gonna tell him what he wants to
He's a million black stars and he's gonna live a million years
Gonna tell him what you wanna
You're a million black stars in that fearless night again
Gonna tell you what you wanna hear
You're a million black stars in that fearless black night again
I know this one's not too fine, You'll figure it out
Can you tell me which way to run, run, run, run, run
Quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero Ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto
What you're feelin' What you're feelin' is all over me
Like an evening star on that evening sea
What you're feelin' What you're feelin' is all over
Like a midday sun on that midnight sea when it's
You're gonna tell him what you wanna
You're a million black stars in that fearless black night again
He's gonna tell you what you wanna hear
You're a million black stars in that fearless black night again
I know this one's not too fine You'll figure it out
Can you tell me which way to run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
What you're feelin' is all over me
Like a big black star burning holes in the sea
What you're feelin' is all over
You're a dipset Make people upset don't you know
I know this one's not too fine You'll figure it out
Can you tell me which way to run, which way to run
Busca, busca Busca aguilas que te lleven lejos de mi
Feeling so good
- Thank you.
Info at the fingertips I know nothing
Tongue off my lips Say something
My eyes are blinking I look around I'm only sleeping
I can't make my mind up about anything
Play hide and go seek with a prince charming
Do what they want you to and while you're looking around thinking it's cool
You miss the real thing
Give the numbers to the bigger names I don't know her
She don't know me We all agree
We don't know anyone I don't know me
I'm only sleeping
I won't say anything at all No, I won't say anything at all
No, I won't say anything at all Anything at all
Anything at all
It's all in front of us It's far away
It happened very far away Leave it to another day
Never leave for tomorrow what can be done today
They'll smile at you and say It's all okay, you're only sleeping
You're dreaming
I'll leave it up to you to tell the story to your friends
Write about it on your wall
I've got so many likes that time you won't believe me
If you're not there, you're nowhere Where is the place you are?
Put it down, put it down
God is dead Dogs bark
The fish are jumping The sun is hot
Babies cry No one knows the reasons why
We're only dreaming
I won't say anything at all No, I won't say anything at all
No, I won't say anything at all Anything at all
Anything at all
I won't say anything at all No, I won't say anything at all
No, I won't say anything at all Anything at all
Anything at all
Oh baby, love me Don't lay down
Don't lay Mami Don't lay down
Don't lay down Don't lay down baby
Down baby Don't lay down
Don't lay Mami Don't lay down
When you find your way out, come on and find me
Whose hair is compulsively fried Whose skin is bleached
Whose nose is too big Whose mouth is too loud
Whose butt is too broad Whose feet are too flat
Whose face is too black
Look at me Look at me
Look at you Look at yourself looking at your selfie
Where's your selfie Let go your selfie
I tried to see my ego but was blinded by my selfie
I won't say anything at all No, I won't say anything at all
No, I won't say anything at all Anything at all
Anything at all
I won't say anything at all No, I won't say anything at all
No, I won't say anything at all Anything at all
Anything at all
I rule this place with a golden fist I won't play but to keep you open
Hide a little sliver of this feeling in the mist
I won't play but to keep you open
Baby where you're not I don't wanna be
Baby where you're not Don't wanna be
Baby where you're not I don't wanna be
Telling you right now what you mean
I've got things to make your love grow thicker
I'm on planes that make your headspace bigger
All my stories make your love so sick Make your love heartsick
Make you love me love me love me Wherever you go
Wherever you go Wherever you go
Wherever you go
Baby where you're not I don't wanna be
Baby where you're not I don't wanna be
Baby where you're not I don't wanna be
Telling you right now what you mean
I've got things to make your love grow thicker
I'm on planes that make your headspace bigger
All my stories make your love so sick Make your love heartsick
Make you love me love me love me
I've got things to make your love grow thick
I'm on planes that make your headspace big
All my stories make your love so sick Make your love heartsick
Make you love me love me love me
Give it away Give it away
Let it be said Let it be written
Let it be thought Let you be bought
Where you gonna go when they give you the deal
Give it away Give it away
Let it be said Let it be written
Let it be thought Let you be bought
Where are you gonna go when you're going Where you're not
Baby where you're not
I don't wanna be telling you right now what you mean to me
I've got things to make your love grow thicker
I'm on planes that make your headspace bigger
All my stories make your love so sick Make your love heartsick
Make you love me love me love
I've got things to make your love grow thick
I'm on planes that make your headspace big
All my stories make your love so sick Make your love heartsick
Make you love me love me love me
Ahh love to love you baby Ahh love to love you papa
Don't be afraid of yourself, don't
- Thank you.

Artist Bio

Music maker Xenia Rubinos uses her powerful voice to create beats and melodies from scratch. Xenia's sound grows from a wide range of influences from Caribbean rhythms and beat music to minimalism and indie rock all delivered with a soulful punk aura. Her debut record, Magic Trix, is an ecstatic collection of songs featuring layered beats, crunchy keyboards, and driving syncopated rhythms.

Audiences and critics alike have lauded her rafter-shaking live show, describing the CubaRican songstress as "redefining exuberance." She has toured the US nationally including showcases at SXSW. Xenia's music has been featured on MTV, WNYC, East Village Radio, The New Yorker, Fader, Vice, and TimeOutNY.

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