Concert Central

Opener: The Black Lips
I’ll admit that I think the Raconteurs are brilliant. I have both their albums in heavy rotation on my ipod, so I went into the concert at Manhattan’s Terminal 5 knowing all their songs and most of the lyrics. Their songs always tell a story, sometimes with an ending you don’t see [...]

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The Black Lips from Georgia opened the show, and their potentially interesting music was overshadowed by the frenetic—and occasionally revolting—stage antics of their guitarist. While the band played songs which all seemed to come off a ’50s compilation CD, the guitarist would frantically whip around the stage performing all the tricks he could think of. [...]

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it is unfair to blame my mild disappointment in them on them because I had built them up unreasonably in my head and created a sound for them that didn’t really exist, I had filled in all of the fuzz from the first time I saw them with really bad sound with this fantastic original [...]

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also an 80s British rockabilly classic but more psychobilly than The Rockats, lead singer looked incongruently like a surfer in his board shorts and cropped hair and then they said that they live in California now, energetic and polished, clean cut self-composed guy turned out the be their phenomenal guitarist, very entertained by the most [...]

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old-timey take your grandma to the sockhop rockabilly, 80s British band, rockabilly classic, everybody and their mother (literally) in the crowd was dancing, charming, Lonesome Spurs guitarist was a member, the 40-something pasty British upright bassist ought not have taken off his shirt but seemed a dear anyway with his enthusiasm

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the lead singer has more personality in his skinny left leg than a whole lineup of bands, he has a wealth of antics to accompany his Tennessee singing and harmonicasizing, had a more rootsy sound than the Koffin Kats, the close-to-death guitarist was not there but was being filled in for by the guitarist from [...]

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worked very hard to put on a crazy show, psycho psycho-billy, guy on the huge stainless steel upright bass beat himself on the forehead with something mid-show and bled the rest of the show – possibly beat himself with a fake-blood packet – despite his seeming insanity he always concluded songs with a polite “Thank [...]

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three 2-dimensional girls from Australia, the craziest hairdos I done ever seen – especially the shellacked green bangs, girl cock-rock with lame lyrics such as “freedom of choice,” reminded me of Lita Ford except I don’t listen to her enough to say, only really liked them when the singer would put on a deep voice [...]

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the alter ego of Chili Cold Blood (more country and less funk) but not as different as expected, still slick fast and electric, lots of Southern rock flavor, I really like these guys no matter what band they are for the night

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a fat man and a little boy on guitar, mandolin, banjo, etc., old timey bluegrass

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