On Saturday night three bands played the Tabernacle in that order. The first band, like the last band, was from Austin, Texas. The middle was from Marietta.
It was still light outside when the Strange Boys all telecasters, rolled-up blue jeans and scratchy western licks ambled on stage. The songs began immediately, and seemingly, in the middle, and ended before you could get a good look at them. Perfect little bank heists. And each time the lead singer opened his mouth, he sounded as though he'd just crawled from one end of the Lone Star state to the other without water, squawking out an injured bird call. The Strange Boys were polite, well-received, and then they were gone.
A full house and huge applause greeted local heroes Deerhunter. Chief hunter Bradford Cox, easily one of the most charming, laid back and affable frontman in indie rock, smiled as he walked out, waved and grabbed a guitar. Through headphones, Deerhunter can be prickly. Tascam savants, the music can occasionally get overly layer oriented, a thousand million beautiful noises, tiny hints of sound, waves of background wash, all vying for your ecstasy. Live, it was hard rock. It burned big and moved quickly. Every song was a lit wick. Sharp heat. Bradford dedicated one song, "Little Kids," to his mother, adding, "It's about a group of kids who find an old bum and light him on fire." They could have been headlining.
Sliding sweat and a little dizzy now (us, not them), Spoon entered the stage over a Rubber Soul house music mix tape, which, in retrospect, was perfect. To a good extent, Spoon is Britt Daniel, and with him, all the boiled down bits of The Beatles and The Stones mashed together. The stage, set and wardrobe are neat and sparse. Early Beatles. Britt wears an almost-uniform of black, peg-leg trousers, pointy black leather boots, and a haircut. The songs are George Martin arrangements: drums go here, bass there, guitar up here, piano there. There's space for the singer to twist and shout or to make more room for harmonies and acoustic guitar. But live, it is straight-ahead Stones. Dirty, disco at times, and always spitting. And the songs Spoon played. So many songs! "Fitted Shirt," "The Beast and Dragon Adored," "My Mathematical Mind," "I Turn My Camera On," "Black Like Me," "The Way We Get By," "Small Stakes," "Cherry Bomb." A great crowd pulled the band out for two separate encores (an extra six songs!) Satisfaction achieved.
(shitty cell phone pic: Spencer Sloan)
*Christ, Lord sorry
"Punk" style like this seems like it is the polar opposite of punk. Bradford Cox…
They're kind of starting to look like a joke of themselves. Song's good though.
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Their show with Chris, Lord about 3 years at the Unicorn was the best.
I am a connoisseur of this real soul music like the comment above I'm glad…