Punk Rock in New Jersey

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HEADLINE: Out of the Basement, Sparked by a Scream and a Dream

BYLINE: By DEIRDRE DAY-MACLEOD

DATELINE: Old Bridge

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ONLY the occasional hiss of bike tires on asphalt broke the serenity here one quiet Thursday recently. But, if you listened closely in one pastoral cul-de-sac, you might have felt a fierce throb beneath the manicured facade. That would have been the punk band From Downtown practicing in the basement of Steve Silverman's house.

Going back to at least the 1950's, teenagers have armed themselves with attitude and electric guitars and retreated to garages and basements to assault parental sensibilities. But there's a keener urgency among today's garagistes. Every young band wants to be like Matchbook Romance, a group of high school students from Poughkeepsie, N.Y., discovered by Epitaph's chief executive, Brett Gurewitz, who found their MP3 online. Many bands, though, find themselves teased and led on by CD labels, and end up feeling eternally on the verge.

But if the sounds have changed since the days of Chuck Berry and Brylcreem, the impulse remains the same for the musicians who blast distorted chords off garage walls: they want to be like their heroes.

For the five members of From Downtown, their beacon is the Bouncing Souls, a New Jersey punk unit that commanded the main stage when this past summer's Warped Tour hit Randalls Island in New York City. It's that left-of-the-dial devotion to punk and the Souls that nudges From Downtown to descend weekly to their makeshift underground studio, past the Costco-size packs of paper towels and the towers of canned food.

It might seem less than glamorous, but Geremy Jasper of the Fever, an up and coming New Jersey band, already looks back with a touch of longing to his teenage years spent in similar Bergen County basements. ''It was like magic,'' he said.

By 7:30 on this particular night, Downtown's singer, Evan O'Gibney, who at 18 is the band's ''annoying baby brother,'' seemed anxious to get going. And Squid, Steve Silverman to the world, tuned his bass and talked about how his parents possessed the remarkable ability to sleep through anything. ''I wake them up when we're done.''

Both Mr. Silverman and Mr. O'Gibney are recent additions, coming via want ads posted on Internet sites like Garageband.com and Soundclicks.com.

As Bob Guerci and Greg Aronne, the band's founding members and elders at 23 and 22, got settled, the drummer, Steve Svenda, rummaged through black bags emblazoned with band stickers searching for an unbroken stick. Posters on the walls and the T-shirts they wore identified the band's punk allegiances: Dropkick Murphys, the Ataris, Bad Religion and, of course, Bouncing Souls. Mr. Guerci even has a Souls tattoo. ''I first saw those guys play when I was in eighth grade,'' he said.

First, they thrashed their way through a round of old favorites. After half an hour, there was a break for the fresh-baked chocolate-chip cookies provided by Squid's mom -- did Mrs. Cleaver like punk? -- before an attempt to recover last week's new song. But the equipment balked, cookie grease made Mr. Guerci's strings slippery, Mr. Aronne's amp channeled mysterious sounds, then the arguments started: ''Does anyone remember how it went?''

But those things happen when you don't practice every day. The band's biggest challenge, besides remembering songs, is getting together -- which also means coping with schedule conflicts and desertions: Mr. O'Gibney replaced Matt, who never made it to practice, who replaced the old singer who decided to devote himself to college and martial arts. At least no drummers have, a la Spinal Tap, spontaneously combusted.

In between tuning and stabs at recapturing the magic of near-songs from weeks past, discussion turned to a coming gig in New York City. That led back to another ill-fated city gig, a night that ended with the band drinking Rheingold in a parking lot sitting on the equipment they'd hauled to Brooklyn. The club owner refused to let them play because they hadn't sold the required 30 tickets.

On the bright side, there have been better shows. ''At least four of my friends come to all of our shows,'' said Mr. Svenda of Middletown. And, Mr. Aronne, from Keansburg, added, ''We've played shows where some people knew the words.''

But to forestall growing up and the threat of a ''real'' job, the band has to get signed. Sometimes, the goal seems so near that one phone call could put them on a plane to California. Other times, it's seems so distant that a couple backstage passes to the Warped Tour are ''totally awesome.''

The waltz with music companies can be both exhilarating and exasperating; some talent scouts contact hundreds of bands a month, but don't sign any of them. A few weeks ago a nibble from the ''mouthpiece'' of an artists and repertory person at an unspecified major label, sent Mr. Guerci, from Belford, oscillating between euphoria and paranoia. ''Could someone be playing a cruel joke?'' Mr. Silverman wondered. Mr. O'Gibney, from Monmouth Beach, dashed around his house shouting: ''I'm selling my car! I'm quitting my job right now!'' His grandmother burst into tears, he said.

From Downtown remains unsigned, but still thrashing. In a perfect world? ''We'd be signed by Epitaph like the Souls,'' Mr. O'Gibney said -- and singing on the main stage of the Warped Tour.

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GRAPHIC: Photo: The punk band From Downtown is on the verge. But the hard question is: On the verge of what? (Photo by Frank C. Dougherty for The New York Times)

LOAD-DATE: December 5, 2004

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December 5, 2004 Sunday
Late Edition - Final
SECTION: Section 14NJ; Column 1; New Jersey Weekly Desk; Pg. 12

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