Wow, I really dug The Gay Blades this evening. They were spectacular. The opening bands were actually all good as well. It's typically par for the course to endure a couple of crappy bands at any given show, but this one honestly had no duds.
Those Mockingbirds were reminiscent of a 90s rock’n’roll band and the lead singer had the locks to make it so. They played vigorously despite the small audience of about twenty. Their cover of Fleetwood Mac’s The Chain was killer.
Vuvuzela’s instrumentation consisted of an upright bass, electric harp, keyboards and drums. It was an interesting mix and they were really together. Their sound is rather eerie and I was left feeling as if I had just witnessed the soundtrack to a Tim Burton film.
Despite the absence of their two drummers, Slam Donahue kicked it with only a bass and lead guitar. With a drum machine, dance beats and high-pitched vocals, they sound a lot like MGMT.
The Gay Blades ended the night with a bang. Their stage presence is something to be witnessed. The keyboardist used his entire body to tackle his instrument and left no doubt that a piano is, indeed, a percussive instrument. He also occasionally wielded a tambourine and megaphone and often threw things at the drummer (including his sweatshirt, tambourine, and water from his mouth). I’m almost at a loss for how to describe the antics of the lead singer. Commenting directly to some, muttering lyrically, and contorting his body into unusual poses, he held the audience in the palm of his hand. The band also forced the group into awkward, silent pauses before once again unleashing its fury of sound.
If they ever come our way again, you should kill yourself if you miss them.
If they ever come our way again, you should kill yourself if you miss them.
Well, it’s 1AM and I have work in the morning. I hope this post was relatively coherent. Too bad you all missed the show. Next time!
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