07.27.05 -- Spaceland
Nine Black Alps -- Mancurian band of four very nice and o' so young lads. I saw them last year, just barely a six month old band, but already receiving attention in their homeland. Having been influenced by the likes of Kurt Cobain and company, I wasn't sure if they'd make it or break it. You could see their lack of experience and not exhibiting much confidence. Not so this time! There were four very confident young men onstage, rockin' the bejesus outta you. Fuckin' loud and playing the raunchiest of guitars! Worth checking out if you haven't done so already.
Pit er Pat -- A trio outta Chicago. I was very much on the fence on this band. While I tend to like electro-type bands - keyboard, bassist and drummer -- this one had me showing one of these faces.
I found the girl's voice annoying on most songs and tolerable in others. Maybe they're one of those bands that grow on you after a few listens...*shrug*. Interestingly enough, it was the drummer that kept this band together. Hard and furious. I was more fascinated watching him than anyone else.
Need New Body -- Egads! Truly one of the most horrible bands I've ever experienced! A bunch of hippies out of Philadelphia who could've seriously used a bath! No, I'm not lying. One of the main singers wore yellow swimming trunks and a baseball cap with flashing lights. He later took of his shirt to reveal his buttcrack and the fact that he smelled worse than I originally suspected. The band was made up of two keyboardists, sax, guitarist, drummer and banjo player. Yup, you read correctly...banjo. The best word I can describe their style is 'experimental' -- really really bad experimental. Discussing the band after the show among my friends, we thought they were a band comprised of Special Ed folks (they weren't). Maybe that'll give you a description of what I saw. I hope never to see them again.
The Cribs -- After beginning the night with a great band and tolerating two painful ones, it was with great appreciation that The Cribs finally took the stage. Starting off with "Hey, Scenesters", the band made up of three brothers out of West Yorkshire were determined to rock your ass off. And that they did. No encores, just straight in-your-face playing that kept your head bobbing during the entire set. I tell ya, when your recent album is produced by none other than Edwyn Collins, my attention span becomes a bit keener. Met the band afterwards and they were as nice as can be -- you can definitely see that they came from a small town. As Ross (drummer) put it, "I come from a town where we have a couple of pubs and a cathedral -- that's it. There's not much to do there." Except make great tunes that is.
A great night of music if you exclude the two middle bands. Not to mention, a very late one. Got invited to the after party, but it was 1:00am and this working woman had to get up very early the next day.
