A hook that seems to have done a run off an Everly Brothers oldie rings its way through “Baby, I’m An Anarchist”. Laura stands away from the mic and not for the first time Saturday night we join her in song
Bowery Ballroom was sold out but if anybody thought they were gonna be seeing the next big think might have to wait a little while, the kid has to grow into his role. Bland not bad. Talented lyricist, OK songwriter and singer, a miss on stage.
ZZ has been doing this awhile, her dad is a blues guitarist, and she takes the packed out nightclub completely in stride, chatting carelessly, pushing her album Till The Casket Drops and pushing her voice only when it makes sense. The songs are bruised break up songs, all written for the same guy and all played with an intense smartness back by a very good band.
With a presence both electrifying and casual, the lanky, scruffy, good looking Texan Gary Clark Jr. , managed the stage with the cool you imagine a Hendrix had near the start of his career
Splash need time to improve the act. Better songs, steal a coupla melodies if they have, cut the chat by half, work the tempo, remember they’re a dance band and wanna make lots of money. But the glitter, the fun, the sparkles on strangers head? The beats? They all stay.
They have taken a major calling card for Brooklyn hipsters, the jag of rhythm from disco, funk, African, and brought it to the mainstream. They have a stunningly competent leader who radiates fun and energy but not excess or danger, and they have a clutch of great pop songs.
No “Night Moves”???? But it really doesn’t matter, from “Skin The Cat” to, dedicated to Jake’s own Mama in the audience, “Take Your Mama”, to a set closing spectacular “I Don’t Feel Like Dancin'” which got an audience that hadn’t stood still dancing even more, it made SS claim that this was like playing the family basement all the truer and all the more intimate and more more more fun.
the Victorian girl who was murdered by her father and haunts the the Overlook Hotel; staring unblinking at you before disappearing into thin air as torrents of blood comes rolling down the stairs
an appettite for construction
a black hole that sucks you into a vortex in the middle of the room
they jammed hard, they experimented with feedback, using beer bottles, and invited Ian from Black Lips for a tremendous noise
What they have is a catalog of over 10 years of really beautiful music
streaming on npr!