The only thing little about the Little Big Bangs is how little they seem to care about creating an image. What they do seem to care about is crafting solid post-punk with socially minded lyrics.
Rope-swinging and drunk night swimming had to be what Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Chronicle, Vol. 1" was compiled for. A greatest hits collection that really does stand up to its claim, the album is sweating with the steamiest swamp rock ever put to tape.
For the uninitiated, Scarlet Tanager may seem to have all the elements for a successful cult. The St. Louis six piece has family ties (vocalist/multi-instrumentalist Michael Logsdon is married to lead vocalist/guitarist Susan Logsdon, whose brother guitarist Josh Shepherd is married to keyboardist Jordan Shepherd, along with old friends bassist Dustin Kent and drummer Matt Davidson), spreads an impossibly upbeat but always believable gospel of happiness, and delivers contagious live performances that draw everyone in to commune in the good vibes of pop music.
Sneaking around the depths of art-damaged noise ballads, but surfacing just enough to produce tight indie rock, Suuns drifts between pop and atmosphere.
Middle Class Fashion delves deep into the art of the hook. Contrasting bombastic bass riffs and shimmery minor note piano rolls, the St. Louis supergroup delivers timelessly dapper pop.
Fidlar opened the night to a thinly gathered crowd. While super tight and fun to watch, I just couldn't get over their similarity to Jay Reatard's entire back catalogue.
To be quite honest, I’m not really sure what happened last night at Fubar. A couple of really fast and hard bands played, a bunch of sweaty people moshed and most everyone seemed a bit wasted.
The first lines of Neil Young's "Out on the Weekend" long for packing up and moving on, which precisely describes fall for me. This time of year is the embodiment of transition, as warm weather leaves and the impending doom of icy cold looms.