Show Date : June 11, 2009
The old joke–what’s the best beer? FREE BEER
Free show tonight motherfuckers! freefreefreefree.
Let’s stay objective though okay. We gotta a show to write up.
First: namaste to my good friend for turning me on to this band. this will be a little long due to that. Much respect.
Let’s fucking do this (have you ever noticed a good rawk show makes you want to cuss like a dock worker at a strip club? yes/no. check this fucking box)
kay.
Me and about 40 other brave soldiers just witnessed Band of Skulls torch. No merch. I wanted a tshirt fuckers. First time in like 15 years. Wanted a memento. Wanted proof as Cake says. You know. I’m cool. I saw them FIRST. Now I am just like the rest of those girls.
Check their website/myspace/whatever your choice of outlet. Stream. Live it. Love it. At first listen I thought they sounded like…um, bands that peeps make fun of for being too commercial. You know. Not hip enough. Not stare at your shoes enough and think weird big thoughts about iguanas submerged in water @ boiling point, or whatever the fuck. Forget that. Bask in the hooky goodness that is “Death By Diamonds And Pearls”, “I Know What I Am”, “Patterns”, and on…i’ll bring the matches.
So, thebandthebandtheband. 3 piece ‘power trio’ ya’ll. boy (guitar/vox), girl (bass/vox), boy (drummer). Like the fall of rocknroll-that’s what the news said. Guitarist works the pedal like a maestro. Girl is semi-shy. Stares off into space. Hot in that iwouldn’tpayattentintoyouifyouwereamerican type of way. Go to your left hand side. That’s guitar. I keep inching closer to the speaker. Louder, louder. I usually don’t. but tonight…drummer. Is a drummer. Looks like silent bob and swings the stick with a huge looping arc like he is trying to beat a hole in the skin. Guitarist has dyed blond hair swinging in front of his eyes. I am hoping they aren’t attractive enough for some A&R douche from a major to totally ruin them (but who are we kidding, they will ruin anyone, fucksticks).
So. Their album. Baby Darling Doll Face Honey was obviously not overly massaged with the aid of auto-tune or any of that bullshit. Represent. Nothings going to save you from the 666. They sound like their album. What a concept.
Open with “Light Of The Morning”. Get that shiver like when you know you are going to hear something special. Next: “Death By Diamonds And Pearls”. Why am I the only one singing? Third: “I Know What I Am”. Everything is pretty much note perfect from the album still. I am already disheveled. Wondering if I went if I went old skool and started a pit what would happen. Everyone looks to obese/old to hang though. And frankly, I want to stick around. Also, really, who am I kidding?
So. “Patterns”. They are burning all their rockers! This is where you know they are a band. Guitarist uses some minor switchups in chords. Some machine gun riffing. So nice. “Fires” rocks. During “Cold Fame” i use the restroom and reload on beer. With one excuse me I am back to 2 deep for the band. Wow.
But we end too soon. Insert frowny face. We close on an epic version of “Impossible”. Jammed. In and out in an hour. Guitar left on stage in a 6 second loop….until the sound guy unplugs 2 minutes later. No encore. Lights up…and I still have a beer to drink. So uncharted territory. I am disoriented.
Done. Leave texts and messages with friends. No tshirt, gotta do something. Digital plaque is all that’s going to work 2night, u should b here.
No “good” new music out there. There is if you have friends and pointers, though.
Lates. Gotta 22ouncer 2 drink. Rawk on.
