Feb 24
DaraAmericana, Psychedelic, Southern Rock, Thrash
so here’s the story – I came to love one song (“Good Bye Mary Lou”), a punkish bluegrass song, by this no-name band called Angels of Light and propagated it through all mixes therewith – I had a vague notion of Akron/Family but didn’t know they’d been the backing band for Angels of Light until I read their show bio – the show bio also mentioned Michael Gira as the lead singer of Angels of Light which got Rockboy excited because he knew him as the lead singer of the Swans – anyway, we went to this show because of a string of distant associations – I was mostly pleased and the anti-anything-remotely-psychedelic Rockboy was not – they are in essence a jam band, tapping such a wide variety of sounds that I characterize them officially as a schizophrenic band – they literally have no distinguishing characteristic which, even if I am a girl who loves variety, may not be a good thing for a band looking to make a name for themselves – they began with a song that made me love them: a more psychedelic Songs: Ohia (melancholy folk) – suddenly it was thrash which firstly is a signature move of this generation (to intersperse loveliness with hardness) and secondly seemed an misguided attempt to prove they’re not soft or that they’re hip to all aspects of our culture – but in sum, it didn’t sound good and it didn’t sound organic – they then proceeded into the other tagsound of this generation of music, Afro pop, which they did very well, reminding me of Paul Simon – in the end, I believe that they will return, if they want to endure, to the sounds that are their strength: very pretty and sophisticated pop – if it matters, they dress like 70s road hippies with t-shirts and bandanas which seemed to me a lame attempt to suggest campfire jams
Feb 24
DaraGoth, Heavy Metal, Jam Band
equal parts stoner metal, 80s goth, shoegaze, and jam band (at least during some of the drum solos) – you’re probably picturing a bunch of guys on stage right now… you big sexist – but no, an all-girl band, and girls of about 23 at that – breaking through all the barriers, this generation of girls are – and hotties, every last one of them, with the sort of style that redeems it – the shy one with bangs covering her face and a flannel shirt a la the 1990s on lead electric guitar with the voice of a sweet demon – the main vocalist also on electric guitar with Robert Smith’s hair in white and a longish tailored black jacket – pretty-pretty girl on bass in dead-center who ought not to have chewed gum through the whole show – and then the drummer…. oh the drummer… when they were setting up, I thought, ‘there’s one bitter glum girl’ but by the time she got going she was helplessly ecstatic, hands and grins a-flying – some people were born to be drummers and this girl is one of them – she is the driving force behind the band, leading her friends and the audience from slow melancholy wailing to driving thrash to genuine dance rock beats – they used echo effect on all of the vocals which is kind of cheating but definitely created an effect, reminded me of Siouxsie in spirit to some extent but of a much harder Mazzy Star most definitely – general aura reminiscent of The Cure with one song in particular completely replicating the dark ringing undertones – especially skilled at mixing tempos without seeming false about it and then drawing you into a lovely mindless repetitive loop of drone – their most memorable song, although maybe not their best song, was ‘Billie Holiday’: it began with one of them harmonizing original lyrics to the others spelling out B-I-L-L-I-E-H-O-L-I-D-A-Y – it sounds cheesy but it wasn’t – the song then progressed into a dark cover of “My Guy” – can’t figure these girls out in general… I would speculate they’re clean upper class girls with solid music training and burner leanings but that would just be speculation – it is not speculation to say that I like them quite a lot – 3 other best things about the show: 1) crowd was distinctively hipster-folk (consciously but casually dressed: shabby chic pants, camouflage hats, belly button length beards, etc.) but probably because Akron/Family followed, 2) their email list asked your gender, and 3) a guy in the crowd raised his hands up in the shape of a heart and kept flicking it at pretty-pretty but she didn’t (or refused to) notice
Jan 29
DaraCountry, Goth, Rockabilly
formerly in Flat Duo Jets – night and day, fantastic guitar player and great singer, gothic rockabilly?, this raucous acoustic set was accompanied only by his junkie sister on a weird box-drum that she tapped and thumped very well – made me think of Italian operas (dark emotion in his voice), David Lynch (had a song that quoted Blue Velvet), Searching for the Wrong Eyed Jesus (gothic country), Jonathan Richman (mixed trinkling melodies with odd singing),…
Jan 25
DaraCountry, Rockabilly, Swing
a fine boss-girl of a lead singer in her red dress with zig-zagging fringes and scattered arm tattoos – in addition to her solid version of low-toned female rockabilly vocalizing, she handled DJ responsibilities in between sets – the band was completed by an upright bass guitarist, drummer, and lead guitarist – some covers, old country, rockabilly, swing; and then a song where the vocalist left and the musicianship was turned up and it was very exciting psychosurf; and then our personal finale was a song that started like the Flipper song with “HA HA HA HA HO HO HO…” lyrics, was dedicated as “The Laughing Song” to the upright guitarist’s “partner,” and has been determined by the wonderous Google to be a The Residents song of the same name that is described as sounding like The Flipper song – it must be noted that the venue was satisfyingly swanky rock club and the environment on their ‘Swing Night’ was earnest, clean dance devotion with a crowd of youngsters, hipsters, oldsters alike
Jan 15
AndrewAlternative Rock, Jam Band
Bluesy rocker band fronted by Celeste Griffin who adds a good deal of authentic vocal grit to an already stellar performance. The set was ethereal and graceful and wholly captivating to anyone in the bar tonight.
Dec 09
DaraGarage Rock, Hard Rock, Punk, Thrash
There really is no other musician who has mattered more than Jay Reatard in the last couple of years. I realize I may say this more often than I should, but for Jay Reatard, it’s the truth. He reins in diverse aspects of rock into a sound that is all his own, a sound that encapsulates the fury and angst of frustrated youth. I envision him as a troubled prodigy who can’t start enough bands to keep himself sated. His Lost Sounds material is what changed my world, but this night he played his solo material which is similar but less synthy and gothic. A barrage of raw garage punk. Unceasingly intense. Which could have been a boring annoying wall of sound, except that his material is also finely crafted and well executed. The sound was not what you would call crisp or tight, but it didn’t displease me. The show ended with two audience members jumping on stage and attacking him. Rather than an amusing band antic, it was disturbing and upsetting. Rockboy maintains it was staged, but I maintain that PMS and Jay Reatard being attacked do not go well together.
Dec 09
DaraGarage Rock, Pop
Another fantastic local band. Jangle-pop garage punk with all three male members harmonizing sweet vocals. Reminded me of The Strange Boys. Seemed like they achieved a nice consensus of sound from a diverse range of influences from the band members. Extremely danceable. Some of that stop-start groove guitar like the Gang of Four. I had lots more to say about this band that escapes me now. You should see them. Great live show.
Dec 09
DaraHeavy Metal, Thrash
The inside show we were not there for. Literally overflowing with metalheads of the shaved head, scary sort – militaristic. Young guys would explode out of the crowd, back from being in the mosh pit, sweaty and barely containing their raging mindless testosteronic energy. Meanwhile, their girlfriends were texting. Despite all that, and the lead singer’s screamo antics, the band was really good. They were from California and played a tight set of driving metal-hardcore, incorporating both staccato riffs and heavy grooves. The audience was young and knew the words to their songs; we were obviously the only people in the room not in the know. They were also explicitly political.
Nov 14
DaraHeavy Metal, Prog Rock
I might enjoy a little speed metal every now and then, but never ever never drama-metal – theatre geeks gone thrash – ech… soaring vocals and undertones… – what did fascinate me about this band was their synchronized head-banging… the long hair of all 4 guys incessantly swirling in simultaneous circles – it’s got to affect their musicianship – and I kept wondering what an uninitiated person would think of the whole scene – it’s pretty strange what sorts of behaviors we come to accept as normal
Nov 14
DaraHeavy Metal
made me realize how infrequently I see metal and my lack of understanding of the metal scene that was the crowd at the outside stage… in their black cotton wear and tall boots and chains and jewelry – the band was good even if it all starts to sound the same to me in the end – fingers-flying speed metal
Oct 30
DaraAlt-Country, Bluegrass, Rock and Roll
Those Darlins aren’t so darling anymore – they done went and grew up into proper rock stars and will probably continue on to implode like real rock stars – these three girls and a drummer sing deceptively simple and fun sing-along songs about being slightly trashy and Southern – their music’s actually not so simple though… it’s rooted in authentic country, honky tonk, Southern rock and even some blues but performed (especially tonight) with rock ‘n roll and even garage rock swagger and snarl – they confessed midway through their set that they’d performed and drank beers earlier in the evening at another Austin venue and it was pretty clear that they were still feeling the effects – the blonde one with long curls was slit-eyed and repeating herself – her performance was most affected – the resident ‘bad girl’ with the husky sexy voice eventually spewed beer on the crowd and bit pumpkin meat from a jack o lantern on the stage and spewed that too – the smallest one with the short curly black hair and the Janis Joplin maleish voice had changed the most in appearance (more bold) but was the best behaved – they opened with an instrumental surf rock song – they sing about getting drunk and eating a whole chicken, being a “snaggle-toothed mama” in a trailer far away, and warning her boy that he knew she was wild one all along – they made me nostalgic for my 20s, when being a wild one was only fun, but then they made me remember that I’m happy to be in my 30s – I still really like this band but, as their senior, I am worried for them 
Oct 28
DaraHeavy Metal, Punk
totally chanced upon this show and were surprised it wasn’t more hyped and more crowded – I had a clear vision of the lead singer of the Dead Kennedys since I was a girl and Jello was not that man – he is a middle-aged tubby slightly flamboyant (although straight per google) loud opinionated man – this is his new band and I don’t know how extensively they tour or if they even put out CDs – they were great – I heard punk-metal but Rockboy insists just hardcore punk – although he leapt around the stage like an angry fairy, he was backed by two scary-and-mean-looking metalhead-type guitarists, 1 stoner boy guitarist, and a drummer – the songs were prefaced and followed by political ranting from Jello – most of the songs were also explicit references to political issues close to Jello’s heart or residence, such as working in the dot.com industry in northern California – I don’t like songs that deal with such specific political issues, not timeless and kind of cheesy for some reason – Jello came out in a weird pinkish sack of a jacket but removed it to reveal a shirt made from an upside-down American flag and removed that to reveal a black t-shirt and removed that to reveal his 50-year-old belly – he’s an astonishing performer – in addition to bounding around the stage and singing ferociously in his unmistakable theatrical voice, his face was constantly contorting to further get his message across and he was a remarkably good mime – I wasn’t always sure what he was acting out but it was precise – a unique performance – when they finally played “California Uber Alles” and “Holiday in Cambodia,” it was very very exciting
Oct 26
DaraA cappella, Art Rock, New Wave, Prog Rock, Thrash
complex and sophisticated music that was possibly based in Afro-pop or new wave but verged into prog rock – absolutely inventive – lead vocalist/guitarist communicated musical genius to me and I fancy he wrote the songs and what with his crazy guitar skills he couldn’t help but throw a little prog into the music – his voice was also very good… something between Antony and the Johnsons and Elvis Costello and Paul Simon – he was usually accompanied by three female backing vocalists who created a fabric of sweet noises that went from an ethereal drone to a’cappella to screaming – sometimes they would juxtapose their harmonizing almost in a beat boxing fashion so that it created a synthy sound which was amazing – departures from the general sound included the beginning of the set in which the lead guy used an electric guitar in a singer/songwriter style, when he accompanied the black-haired female vocalist in a very pretty jazz vocal, when the entire band would bend over at the waist and incongruously thrash to finish a song (just made me giggle), when the bass guitarist brought out an upright bass which added a jazz feel again to the music, and when the blonde female vocalist took over the stage in a liltingly funky M.I.A.-like song – in other amusing sidenotes, the band generally engaged in anti-cool posturing with the lead guy wearing two massive cardigans, the bass guitarist in an old-school sweatshirt that had some witty saying on it that I forget now, the black-haired vocalist in a plain black t-shirt with a little necklace, etc. etc. – there was also a drummer whom I’m sorry to say I could not see at all
Oct 26
DaraArt Rock, Funk, Hard Rock
WomanInCharge, true to form, didn’t invite me to this show (Dirty Projectors) but told me I was going… this band was darling darling darling – smiles washed over the crowd – had the stage presence of Matt & Kim: happy clean jumping dancepunk – the little girl with the long hair in a barrette and the green eyelashes painted under her right eye was fierce and inflamed with a voice that reminded me of Grand Ole Party and maybe CocoRosie – her compatriot guitarist with the 70s fluffed hair matched her energy – lots of drums, a keyboard, a whaw pedal, occasional trumpet, sometimes a saxophone – a synthy disco rock inferno – maintained hyped up stage presence until it was certain that the audience had been saved – they almost outshone the headiners
Oct 16
DaraGarage Rock, Hard Rock, Punk
a motley crue for sure and Austin no-names but I thought they were great – a happy-dad keyboardist, a stringy haired lurching ex-hippie lead singer, a punk kid on bass guitar and a slick-guy drummer (smelled like a ‘session drummer’ to Rockboy) – their music reflected these disparate influences – some blend of a garagey, punky, post-punky rock – lots of energy too
Sep 05
DaraArena Rock, Hard Rock, Heavy Metal
this is a band that I have never liked – his dramatic voice grates on me – I particularly hate their hit and the song I am most familiar with: “She Sells Sanctuary” – the ticket to this show was bought for me and I underwent two evening sessions of training in the catalogue of The Cult by a long-time devotee of the band, Rockboy – I enjoyed my training – I am now qualified to tell you that while I respect the band-integrity (pre-Rick-Rubin producing) of the earliest albums of The Cult, such as Dreamtime and Love, it is exactly the music that I don’t like from them: wishy-washy romantic dramatic unrock rock – the albums that followed were a surprise to me (such as Electric and Sonic Temple) as I had no idea that The Cult had such music – while I see the transformation intro crunchy AC/DC metal as Rubin-homogenizing-evil and as The Cult becoming very un-Cult, I cannot deny that I quite enjoy those albums more than the early frilly-shirt soaring-sob albums – and so the concert went – they did the Love album in entirety and it was perfect – it was as if we were in the studio but for the dirt under our feet, the sweat and heat, and the most annoying drunk mish-mash packed-in crowd I have ever been in (I was nearly knocked down twice by 2 near-fights between the same 2 ignorant middle-aged obliterated-drunk men) – and then the second set was a selection of hits from their proper metal albums and the crowd went even more wild although it didn’t seem it was possible – Ian Astbury’s voice is undeniably distinctive and high-quality – in the end, the show was tremendous, this band is still not for me, and I felt inexplicably drawn to Ian Astbury – he was round and shaggy-haired and wearing a hoodie with little white insignias on it – he looked all cuddly and accessible – he banged his tambourine and shimmied forward and backward like’s he done this… as long as he’s done this – I liked his aura of knowingness and the sort of self-confidence that underlies not having to dress to impress
Aug 31
AndrewReggae, Rock and Roll
Michael Franti and Spearhead managed a level of energy during their two abbreviated sets that was unmatched by either of the other bands. Playing a mix of rock and reggae, and playing the musician and the master of ceremonies of a wild dance party, Franti was a force of nature on stage. The highlight of the night was a full company run through of their track Hello Bonjour.
For what it’s worth, they seemed to stick to a hits-heavy set, Say Hey (I Love You) and rousing version of Yell Fire!. Probably most everyone in the venue had never heard of Spearhead, but they converted fans tonight by the masses. They were hugely entertaining.
Aug 17
AndrewAlternative Rock, Rock and Roll, Singer/Songwriter
Tori Amos gave an exquisite performance, starting with a three-song whammy including a big, big version of Big Wheel. The Sinful Attraction tour rolled into Boston for the last U.S. stop showing no fatigue from the twenty-plus dates that came before. The show began and ended on a euphoric high. The setlist was heavy with American Doll Posse tracks and a big nod to From the Choirgirl Hotel.
There wasn’t much talking, aside from introducing the band, but just a seamless run through some of her best tracks, including a heavenly solo version of Silent All These Years on the Bösendorfer (during the Lizard Lounge segment). The new material was pretty, but simply couldn’t match the depth of her older tracks which was more obvious by her pairing Tear in Your Hand against Welcome to England (the new album’s first single). Of the new material, Flavor, stood on its own the best, bookended by two amazing performances, Space Dog and Hotel respectively.
She picked a lot of songs that really focused on her vocals and keyboards, shunting Matt Chamberlain’s drums and Jon Evan’s guitar parts to the background. Especially songs like The Power Of Orange Knickers and Digital Ghost which climaxed on her performance alone, the backing instruments very much seemed like an afterthought.
The surprise of the night was when Tori came out in her Santa persona (from the ADP album) to pound through throbbing versions of Raspberry Swirl and She’s Your Cocaine and Body and Soul during the encore. Holding a martini glass, Santa flicked her drink on the crowd in the front row. But here’s the thing, the costume change revived the energy of the show in a way I couldn’t have predicted. The collective vigor of the venue, including from Tori herself, took a huge upswing with Santa on stage, matching the power of Big Wheel in a way that nothing in between could hold a candle to.
Tori Amos setlist
Give
Big Wheel
Cornflake Girl
Bells For Her
Space Dog
Flavor
Hotel
Tear In Your Hand
Welcome To England
Jamaica Inn
Silent All These Years
You Know I’ve Gotta Go improv
Cool On Your Island
Lady In Blue
The Power Of Orange Knickers
Talula
Digital Ghost
Precious Things
Strong Black Vine
Encore
Raspberry Swirl
She’s Your Cocaine
Body And Soul
Aug 15
DaraPunk, Surf Rock
can’t go wrong blending surf into punk
Aug 08
LORDZUEGMAAlternative Rock, Indie Rock, Rock and Roll
My wife and I recently attended a “Blue October” concert on saturday August 8, 2009 at the “Marquee Theatre” in Phoenix, Arizona. I also had the opportunity to share a few brief moments with the bands lead singer (Justin Furstenfeld) in the parking lot behind the “Marquee Theatre” he was in pain and asked me to open a prescription bottle for him for his wrist. Justin allowed us to take a few photographs of him with me and some other fans and also he did some autographs in his book titled “Crazy Making,” he also autographed some t-shirts for other fans as well. Justin talked about how he gets fined by some bible belt arenas for singing the word “Fuck” and they fine him $1,000 per word. I say they are not living up what they preach and are being greedy which is against the bible.
My wife took photographs of me with the rest of the band as well. I was able to get autographs and photographs of Jeremy Furstenfeld-Drums, Ryan Delahoussaye-Violin, CB Hudson-Guitar, and Matt Noveskey-Bass.
They are all very fan friendly as they exited the “Marquee Theatre” and came directly over to a group of about fifty or so fans. They talked to us, shook our hands, hugged some of us, talked about some personal and band issues going on. They are just a bunch of fun guys. They are still real people that have not yet been consumed by the fame.
I personally would recommend everyone going to a “Blue October” concert. The concert was full of energy and the band was able to hypnotize as they engaged with the crowd.
Aug 05
AndrewJam Band
G. Love & Special Sauce spent the first half of their set as a credible jam band with a prevailing jazz feel. The songs weren’t especially memorable but the performance was surprising tasteful and their musicianship was stellar.
That all flew out the window half way through the set when G. Love introduced the song Booty Call. He asked the audience to vote for the clean version or the dirty version (as if the band was in any way prepared to sing the clean version…) The harmonica overload that led into the song was intriguing. The song was dumb and the chorus was obnoxious. And the rest of the set followed suit.
The next song was so stupid, I am here to offer the partial lyrics to the song: “Bring your own beverage Just make sure it’s cold.” The song is called, you know, Cold Beverage. WTF?!? It’s like G. Love is a 10-year old latch-key kid trapped in a man’s body, writing about stupid shit he does after school while waiting for his parents to come home.
Guess it wouldn’t be a G. Love & Special Sauce concert with Baby’s Got Sauce. Move over, Jimmy Ray, you’ve got competition for the lamest song ever to become a hit. Whatever cred G. Love built in the first 25 minutes was demolished in the second 25.
Jul 23
DaraAmericana, Rockabilly
the lead singer of this band annoys me to the point that I can’t fairly judge their music, she is so unjustifiably full of herself and blatantly self-aware on the stage, we were semi-positive that we were giving this band a second chance and they got the same rating they got the first time: unsatisfying rockabilly poseurs, perhaps because they’re from Seattle and don’t have the Texas roots as a foundation
Jul 21
DaraAlt-Country, College Rock, Hard Rock, Punk
sported the polish and confidence of a band who has performed for years and years – almost want to write them off as silly party boys but they managed to pull off sunglasses at night, coordinated movements, and holding the guitar up for the audience to worship because they are sincere in their worship of rock and because they can back it up with some really good music – very nearly 3 separate bands within one: they had very tight garage punk songs that were distinguished by short punctuated segments a la The Hellacopters, they had songs that were spot-on expressions of the nichey genre ‘punk n’ roll,’ and they have their country a la Cracker – lots of wah wah pedal too – they’re fun for the whole music family
Jul 21
DaraHeavy Metal, Southern Rock
was prepared to hate this band because of previous experience with their ignorant insensitive lyrics – the ZZ Top biker look is consistent across the band members with their ratty long goatees –some mix of speed metal, sludge metal, and Southern rock – had some slow dirges and ended with a blues number – their hyped up stuff was my favorite – vocals were annoying and they lacked creativity but I can’t say I hated them –they’re excellent musicians – believe one of the band members is the sound guy at The Continental Club
Jun 29
DaraGlam, Heavy Metal, Rock and Roll
A Waterloo in-store was just what I needed – such happy early evening events with all of Austin’s finest gathered: semi-homeless guys there for the free beer, old hippies still glazed from too much acid, random music fans, and nonchalant Waterloo employees. This was not your typical in-store though: instead of the usual 3-song set, they played 5 or more; if they really weren’t plugged in, they sounded plugged in; and in contrast to the generally mellow vibe, this was a real rock show with dancing girls and stage-diving guitarists… into the rack of CDs. They’re from San Francisco, they’re glam rock revivalists, and although they border on cheesy with alarming frequency, I think they might make it. They’re just so much fun. The musicians were proper rock stars with teased mullet-esque dos, tight black clothes and sunglasses indoors. The girls looked like burners in be-glittered and be-feathered finery, but their sexy-surly burlesque reminded me of The Flametrick Subs’ Satan’s Cheerleaders – I overheard them tell a fan after the show that they’re “really inspired by Vegas.” The lead singer has a genuinely great powerful voice, often singing in falsetto – he was also seemingly genetically blessed with the saran wrap lips that long-time-drug-using rockers get although he otherwise looked young. When he climbed on top of the railings surrounding the tiny stage and jumped off, an old guy next to me told his buddy, “Yeah, you can do that when you weigh 110 pounds.” Their sound was heavy-riffed glam rock – I kept hearing death disco but I probably imagined that because they’re from San Francisco, home to all my favorite death disco bands. While they had some catchy one-liners: “live fast and die beautiful” and “it’s not too late, we can still die young, it’s all the same…” the songs themselves, and especially the lyrics, were trite and repetitive. They could do better. They had bubbles too.
Jun 07
DaraBlues, Glam, Punk, Rock and Roll
an accessible mix of post-punk, blues rock, glam, and punk n roll sounds but in reality proto-punk which makes them even more amazing: the sounds are rightfully theirs – basically a genuine classic old-school rock band insofar as the music, the talent, the stage presence and the look, especially Mick-Jagger’s-doppelganger David Johansen singing in his frilly shirt – only other original member of the band was Sylvain Sylvain in a little salmon-colored beret (he charmingly joined Black Joe on stage) – my favorite might have been the heavily eyelinered goth-esque guy on bass guitar who was wearing an incongruent pinstriped shirt and black vest and baseball cap (?) – enjoyed the lack of pretension and posturing – “Stranded in the Jungle,” “Personality Crisis,” original version of “Trash” followed by a reggae version of it
May 30
DaraHard Rock, Heavy Metal, Thrash
this was a band that was on our radar during SXSW – we never ended up seeing them though which wasn’t a big deal since they’re local – this too was more of a chance sighting than anything else but I was still disappointed – I expected more psych metal and less screamo – the music was heavy and complicated (good) but the vocals were grating and annoying: too discordant to even be screamo –the lead singer was fascinating though with his spawn-from-the-river-like writhing – noise-rock meets no wave – possibly, possibly it was my own bad attitude and the fact that I should have been in bed…
May 27
AndrewHard Rock, Punk
A supposedly “joke” band, the Bozos were fronted by a straight shirtless guy. The music was more Top Gun than anything, it sounded good and looked good but it was obvious this wasn’t a real band. They headlined for the Burnt Fur on purpose, I heard.
Entertaining but who was left to care.
May 22
DaraHard Rock, Punk
Apparently the boy band of punk bands. I was pretty excited for this show for no good reason except I adore “Baby, Baby” and their general take on punk – popped up in the friendly hard rock way – melodified – complexified – hate the emo. When the frat boys’ girlfriends started yelling for “Baby, Baby” I was shamed and had to tame my clapping. But in truth, they were definitively solid and had a wide range of styles. I was surprised at first at how hard they were – but they do have a history of opening for a variety of 70s punk bands, such as Sex Pistols, etc., etc. Plus they’ve been a band for as long as I’ve been alive, just exactly, which is unimaginable: impressive, worrisome. So being a band for 32 years results in impeccable tightness, record-quality polish, and the problem of having to not look bored to death with playing the same songs you’ve played for 30 plus years. They did good. They were enthusiastic and obviously chose the right career path for themselves. The drummer was ignorant and sticking his tongue out at the crowd like a silly pervert – original member of the band. The lead guitarist was not an original member – he was technically good but had a suburban-man-mowing-the-lawn outfit on – fine fine. The lead singer/guitarist was the core of the band but when I realized he was a walking skeleton, I was torn between oh-this-is-real and oh-poor-man. He’s clearly a man easily persuaded by fads – he might as well have been Scott Weiland in his overwrought attempt to stay current and punk. They went from hardcore punk to Oi-ish punk to just hard rock. The crowd was insane but it was basically a pack of extremely drunk cotton-t-shirt boys. Oh, and they were thoroughly British which is always charming. Austin is undergoing the mini punk festival, Chaos in Tejas, and these classic fellows were not included, which made me wary of them, but I think I was lucky to see them, even if they don’t discriminate against melody. Highlights were “Baby, Baby” AND when they covered The Members’ “The Sound of the Suburbs.”
May 21
DaraFolk, Gypsy, Jam Band, Punk
I was annoyed at first with their youthful self-important casual-hipster postering. They were basically gypsy-punk-lite with a folky-campfire bent. If they were being serious, they started the band when they were biking to Mexico and Canada together and “are still friends.” The vocalizing and music was intentionally messy but the 8-band-member choruses were engaging. I was especially charmed that their second song was “Daisy, daisy, give me your answer true…” Some of the band members were of questionable talent (spoon guy), but some had former band geek potential.
Apr 22
DaraHard Rock, Heavy Metal
like most bands I see at Headhunters, this group was carrying the torch for some decades-old sound without even a touch of irony – I guess this is acceptable for certain sounds – this band was for all intents and purposes a Judas Priest cover band, i.e., not acceptable – the lead singer wore gray jeans with knee-high boots and a flame shirt and was moved by himself
Apr 16
AndrewFolk, Southern Rock
The Indigo Girls came to Boston for a brisk two-hour set that covered their career of classic tracks and the full breadth of their new album Poseidon and the Bitter Bug. The Indigo Girls have polished their performance to the point that their songs stand as a testament in their own right, even stripped of all the flash of the full band performance like on the heavenly version of The Wood Song. Backed only by Julie Wolf on keyboards, accordion and vocals, Amy Ray and Emily Saliers scorched the stage with their trademark vocals and gospel harmonies. The crowd embraced old and new songs, lending their voices to Power of Two and an enthusiastic rendition of Closer to Fine (one verse of which was given to opener Lucy Roche who couldn’t compete in personality or stage presence with Ray or Saliers). The highlights included a jam on Shame on You that brought the crowd to their feet, and the live debut of the scorching ballad True Romantic to lead off the encore.
Indigo Girls setlist
Love of Our Lives
Sugar Tongue
Fill It Up Again
Dairy Queen
Power of Two
Driver Education
What Are You Like
Reunion
Run
Yield
Get Out the Map
Shame On You
Fleet of Hope
Moment of Forgiveness
Digging for Your Dream
Ghost of the Gang
The Wood Song
Second Time Around
I’ll Change
Land of Canaan
Closer to Fine (w/Lucy Roche)
Encore
True Romantic
Galileo
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