Join WVCW on Saturday, April 22, 2017 as we take part in the 2nd College Radio Vinylthon!
In celebration of the event, we will attempt to do the impossible…play 24 hours of vinyl records only!
How will we do it you ask? We don’t know, but we do know that it wouldn’t be possible without the help of Audio Exchange, who donated new needles to the station’s turntables!
A schedule for the day will be posted soon. If you are interested in donating or loaning some records to us for the event, contact us at email@example.com.
WVCW capped off our celebration of 40 years with a gathering of some of our alumni. The event was held on Saturday, March 18, 2017 at The Camel on W. Broad Street. Here are some pictures from the event.
Did you miss this year’s Love is Blind broadcast? You’re in luck! Here’s the audio from the event. Special thanks to Hayden, Jordan, Station 2, and the Love is Blind MVP Station 2 server Josh Parks for giving us a night to remember!
WVCW’s plans for World College Radio day were postponed by Hurricane Joaquin but we didn’t let it dampen our spirits. On Friday October 9th Class DJ’s and other members of the radio station set up our 3rd Annual Karaoke on the Compass. In exchange for potential embarrassment volunteers were given a variety of swag.
On Saturday night, Sylvan Esso (and opener Helado Negro) took the stage at the Jefferson Theater in Charlottesville. Unfamiliar with the bands, I entered the venue with zero expectations. But by night’s end, awash in a flurry of light effects and dizzied by monstrous costume designs, I had become a new fan of both bands.
The opener, Helado Negro, began with a bang. Helado Negro’s frontman, Roberto Carlos Lange, walked onstage followed by a trio of monsters covered head-to-toe in silvery tinsel. Immediately, Lange drenched the crowd in heavy reverb, singing in both Spanish and English behind a wall of pulsating electro-rock. The monsters danced and gyrated to the slowly-growing beat like a page torn from Where the Wild Things Are. Helado Negro’s set was minimalistic in design but inventive in execution, leaving the audience equal-parts dancing and confused. Still, despite the ridiculousness of Helado Negro’s act, one could not deny that its flashiness was backed by technical prowess.
A short intermission gave the crowd some time to collect themselves before Sylvan Esso came out. Compared to the jarring sounds of Helado Negro, Sylvan Esso were like an ear salve, bathed in soothing synths and airy vocals. Both band members, Amelia Meath and Nick Sanborn, were able to engage the crowd throughout their set. Meath never hesitated to crack jokes or dive into anecdotes, and when she danced, she was floating across the stage like some ghostly apparition. This effect was aided by the tremendous lighting effects–a bunch of LEDs shaped like Chevron’s arrows that faced towards the audience. The soft illumination of the crowd invited us to partake in Esso’s music and we were super-involved, singing along throughout, especially for singles such as “Wolf”. All in all, Esso’s smooth-edged electronica was a perfect match for the accompanying light show, and seemed especially effective amidst the regal splendor of the Jefferson Theater.
All in all I had a great time. The monsters, the lights–kinetic energy was everywhere. It left no doubt: Sylvan Esso and Helado Negro are going places.