The Firebird never smelled so skunky. Door guys scuttled around like roaches trying to bust concertgoers who were bold enough to burn one down directly before the stage. The timid among us were content enough to huddle in close for free smells.
Stalwart punk anthems for the outwardly tattooed but emotionally fragile: the Smoking Popes, unlikely love balladeers and polite band of brothers, played to a couple dozen enthralled fans at the Firebird on Thursday night.
Doomtree is more than simply a touring act and a hip-hop crew; they are a collective of artists, cooperatively managing a label to produce brilliant collaborative and solo works.
Clad in Cobainesque red and black plaid, Tanner Merritt, lead singer of O'Brother, stood before a crowd of leather-wearing, hard-art-rock aficionados and pushed his falsetto voice into the microphone.
The Toasters heated up the Firebird on a snowy night.