Headlining Laura Stevenson, who I missed, the line up included power poppers the Warriors, the modern world jam of Nude Beach, super-groupish Upset and a band that personifies so many things so significant to Don Giovanni…
Working through two albums of folk tunes he alights on some fairly miserable stuff from great depression on “No Work For A working Man” thru lost love over lost love accumulating “California (Do you Still)” and finally, a cheerful song “for all of you still holding out hope” and perhaps his best, “Come What May” before suggesting the rest of us meet him at the bar for a drink after the show.
she pours herself out in song, straight at us, intense, her long white neck straining upwards, like really long or at least it looks that way, and chases herself between ritual humiliation and self-serving self-regard, and then says no sex please, we’re British; here take a joke about cars before I sing about buying one
Had the sound been better, I would have liked them even more, but for certain, Pissed Jeans were a great way to begin the night.
It was like there was a hole in the center. It was like the apostles without Jesus. As my nephew Damon Morton noted, “Johnny Marr is great at being Johnny Marr, less so at being Morrissey”.
He could have played for another hour and nobody would have noticed it. It was like a musicial puzzle and you couldn’t stay one step ahead of him. He was modulating the tone with knobs, and bending the strings and making em wobble and vibrate and all for what? The sheer pleasure of sound
Opening and closing with straightforward folk songs, and performing 11 out of 12 tracks off their an hour away from being released follow-up to their breakthrough album, 4 off their breakthrough album and 1 from the Bjork collaboration, on the first night in the US (and fifth date) of their 2012 Summer tour.
Black wine play well together, they fit like pieces in a puzzle, playing an intense alt rock and playing it with intense singlemindedness. But i don’t know their material well and I think it isn’t something you can catch right away.
Shell has a husky voice at odds with what he is singing, and while he seems involved it is up to Shagg to get really excited about the proceedings. The songs are all the hits, more songs about the Ramones and birds if you will.
For half an hour, a set that went by so fast I was surprised it was over, For Science dug into their classic punk rock catalogs. A moshpit soon took hold, but the sound wasn’t hell bent on reforming as a hardcore band. The speed was fast but slowed when needed. The songs were executed with sharp, tacticle hits to our pleasure zone.
