There’s the old punk-rock motto of “do it yourself.” But Danish outfit the Raveonettes gave it a new twist in San Francisco a few months ago as a pared-down duo. While guitarist-vocalist Sharin Foo hung T-shirts in the merchandise booth, her co-guitarist/vocalist Sune Rose Wagner lugged amps onstage and double-checked wiring.
Then the pair decamped to their dressing room to run down the show’s rider, guest list and interview requests on Foo’s laptop computer.
As an acclaimed combo with three cult-hit albums under their belt, the Raveonettes didn’t have to get their hands dirty. But they wanted to.
“We’ve been doing everything ourselves on this tour, putting all the gear up, selling the merch, and you suddenly get a much better feeling for all the aspects of our little band,” says a giddy Foo, who returns to the Independent with a full group tonight, backing the Vice-licensed album “Lust Lust Lust.”
Wagner, who says he has always downloaded songs for free from the Internet, says the band merely is keeping pace with the changing music biz, where file-sharing is rapidly dismantling the old-school record label system and making it hard for non-DIY musicians to make a decent living.
So when Sony didn’t re-up his contract last year, he practically rejoiced. He maintains a home studio in New York, he says, “so I record whenever I feel like recording.”
“Then Sune sends over his songs, and I start working on the vocals where I live, out in L.A., in my living room,” adds Foo, “… from our perspective, music is more alive now than ever before, simply because you can share music the way you do. And we give stuff away all the time when people ask us for it.”
That might account for the subtle urgency heard on “Lust.” Tracks such as “Blitzed,” “Dead Sound” and “You Want the Candy” revel in their Buddy-Holly-meets-Jesus-and-Mary-Chain aesthetic, but Wagner pushes his Link Wray tones to the point where his guitar almost talks — all while crooning his standard film-noirish lyrics.
“It was really nice writing these songs, almost therapeutic,” he says. “But when we were rehearsing them in L.A. recently, I felt really terrible singing them — like ‘Man! I’m such a screw-up!’”
IF YOU GO
Where: The Independent, 628 Divisadero St., San Francisco
When: 8 p.m. today
Contact: (415) 771-1421 or www.ticketweb.com