Chop Shop in Chicago was the site of a kick-off for September live music. The Windy City’s own Apocalypse Hoboken headlined the bill after having pull out of their show there earlier this summer due to a positive Covid case. Joined by three other Chicago area bands, it was well worth the wait to see […]
Chop Shop in Chicago was the site of a kick-off for September live music. The Windy City’s own Apocalypse Hoboken headlined the bill after having pull out of their show there earlier this summer due to a positive Covid case. Joined by three other Chicago area bands, it was well worth the wait to see Apocalypse Hoboken take the stage once again.
Chicago’s Apocalypse Hoboken, whose first incarnation began in 1987, played at Chop Shop on September 2, 2022. It’s still playing shows but with a wink to the members’ ages perhaps, an AARP sticker was spotted on one of the amps. Nonetheless, AH shows are still a blast and these recent one was no exception. Wearing a needed eyepatch over his left eye, and a Hawaiian style shirt, Apocalypse Hoboken lead singer Todd Pot bounded onto the stage and wasted no time hitting top speed. However, even before he sang the first note, the band wanted to ensure that crowds members could sing along. Band members handed out folders full of pages with AH song lyrics on them. It was reminiscent of a first day of high school choir practice, or for me, middle school band practice for this former Alto Sax player. Of course, it also alleviated the need for sweaty, exhausted but satisfied fans to grab for an often wrinkled and torn set list post-show. Complementing Pot’s energy were the animated expressions on the face of guitar player Scott Hoffman. Sean Seeling, also on guitar was less animated in his expression but still equally compelling to Hoffman in his playing. Bass player Kurdt Dinse appeared more stoic in comparison but he and drummer Andy Peterson provided a pulsating rhythm section. Apocalypse Hoboken kept fans excited through nearly three dozen songs, including “Jerk Lessons,” “Pop Goes The World,” “Pocketful of Lips,” and “Monchhichi.”
The Brokedowns, founded in Elgin /Fox Valley region of IL, are usually a quartet but Covid struck again, this time temporarily knocking out guitar player and vocalist Eric Grossman. However, his presence was felt. Actually it was cardboard, in the form of a large cardboard cutout of Grossman, his bandmates brought out on stage with them. Kris Megyery, guitar and vocals, Jon Balun, vocals and bass, and drummer Mustafa Daka tore through a set which included older songs such as “Born On The Bayou Too,” and “Cash for Gold.” It also included the newer tunes, “Cinnamon King,” and “Samurai Sword.”
Canadian Rifle might reference the USA’s neighbors to the north, but they are one of Chicago’s beloved own. With a backdrop sporting their signature visuals of the words “dreams” and “goals” within what is commonly known as the No Symbol, the band slashed through its set. The dynamic performances of Jake Levee, Tim Murphy, Josh Snader, and Dustin Christian, prompted some members of the enthusiastic crowd to jump up and down repeatedly. Perhaps none more exuberantly than Lucas Sikorski of opening band WIG.
The aforementioned WIG, got things popping with a lively set. Sikorski on bass, and bandmates, Chris Gottlieb, on vocals and guitar, and Clayton Demuth on drums, ensured no weaker spots on this bill. WIG is a Chicago band on the rise and very worth checking out. So please do that stat!
I’ve been hooked on Dave Hause for several years now. It was Hause and Brian Fallon that both opened a whole new world of punk that I previously had no idea even existed. The folk/ Americana genre, comprised of Tim Barry, Dan Andriano, Chuck Ragan and the likes, that I have now come to love […]
I’ve been hooked on Dave Hause for several years now. It was Hause and Brian Fallon that both opened a whole new world of punk that I previously had no idea even existed. The folk/ Americana genre, comprised of Tim Barry, Dan Andriano, Chuck Ragan and the likes, that I have now come to love was completely unknown territory about 5 years ago until I made a monumental discovery. It was Fallon’s record Elsie and Hause’s single “We Could be Kings” that really pulled my heart strings and broke me into listening to anything that wasn’t hard, fast punk-rock.
The real game-changer for me was seeing Hause play the historic 95-person capacity Bluebird Cafe in 2018. Over the years, Bluebird has seen shows from notable punk greats Garth Brooks and Taylor Swift (I hope you pick up on my sarcasm here), as well as a wide plethora of other Grammy-winning artists. To my knowledge, Hause (joined briefly by Northcote) was the first punk act the grace the Bluebird’s historic stage. After a Brian Fallon performance there a couple months later (a show that still haunts me to this day for not being able to make), no other punk-rocker has played since. The raw intimacy grasped me and made me a fan for life.
This show differed in that Hause was joined by a full band rather than just his brother Tim, but the small-venue intimacy had not disappeared. This time taking place at the Basement with a rough capacity-estimate of around 100, Dave Hause and the Mermaid damn near blew the fucking roof off the place.
Nashville-native Jordyn Shellhart kicked things off and man was I impressed. She reminded me of the sheer cesspool of songwriter talent that calls Nashville home. After her performance, there seemed to be hope after all that something may come out of Nashville other than shitty pop-country and hot chicken.
So, we meet again Mr. Hause. This reunion has been long overdue but the anticipation made the performance even more worthwhile. In all honesty, when Dale Doback said “You sound like a combination of Fergie and Jesus“, he wasn’t talking about Brennan Huff; he was talking about good ol’ Dave Hause (I hope you get this reference).
In all seriousness, this had the feel of an old school punk show: the shoulder-to-shoulder audience packed into a literal basement dive-bar, running into old buddies from around town that I hadn’t seen in ages, seeing a songwriter hero of mine play 10 feet in front of me. This show was about as perfect as it gets, and only got better when fellow Nashvillian Will Hoge hopped on stage to close the set.
From a photography perspective, this was a nice challenge. Up until now I’d had little to no success shooting shows at small, dimly-lit venues, especially when my options are limited by the crowd like this one was. Overall, I’m happy with how these turned out and I’m happy to share them with whomever has made it this far through the article. As always, your time is much appreciated and help spread the word that Dying Scene is back and firing on all cylinders. Cheers!
Laura Jane Grace is best known for her punk rock band Against Me! and being one of the first well-known punk rock musicians to publicly come out as transgender. Grace released her powerful folk punk debut solo album Stay Alive in October 2020 through Polyvinyl Record Co. and her second solo EP At War with the Silverfish in September […]
Laura Jane Grace is best known for her punk rock band Against Me! and being one of the first well-known punk rock musicians to publicly come out as transgender. Grace released her powerful folk punk debut solo album Stay Alive in October 2020 through Polyvinyl Record Co. and her second solo EP At War with the Silverfish in September 2021. She kicked off her solo Canadian tour in September, but not without stopping at The Raccoon Motel in Davenport, Iowa first.
The name of the music venue alone was enough for me to make the trek from Chicago…but Grace playing there, too? Count me in.
The sold-out show included two openers, the first being Everlasting Light, a black metal band with piercing vocals native to the Quad Cities.
Next up was Planning for Burial, a musical project from Thom Wasluck based in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. His solo act featured killer distortions with sounds that span across shoegaze, doom, and post-metal.
Grace was soon welcomed to the stage with roaring applause. Armed with her acoustic guitar, Grace’s outspoken songs and powerful voice completely captivated the entire room, along with her melodic yet raw sound. Check out more photos below!
Ruido Fest 2022 took place last month, August 19-21, in Chicago’s Union Park. The event is billed as the area’s largest Latin alternative music festival. The bands and performers came from the Windy City, across North America, and from all around the world. Amongst the forms of music presented are punk, post-punk, hip-hop, electronica, psychedelic, […]
Ruido Fest 2022 took place last month, August 19-21, in Chicago’s Union Park. The event is billed as the area’s largest Latin alternative music festival. The bands and performers came from the Windy City, across North America, and from all around the world. Amongst the forms of music presented are punk, post-punk, hip-hop, electronica, psychedelic, and more. All with a Latin American flavor.
Whilst a few bands, such as Beach Goons, Siddhartha and Maldita Vecindad, had to drop out, the remaining lineup brought three days of fun and energy to large and enthusiastic crowds. Being that this was alternative music festival taking place in the US, it was not surprising that one of the most prevalent band shirts was that of grunge band Nirvana. Everywhere you looked, people of all ages wore shirts dominated with the band’s name, and often the iconic melancholy expression of the late Kurt Cobain.
Cypress Hill, the CA hip-hop legends might be characterized as punk adjacent. Singer Dr. Greenthumb aka B-Real and percussionist Bobo took the stage after about 30 minutes, give or take, introduction by DJ Lord. By that time, a thick wall of smoke connected the stage to the audience via smoke machine with a bit of thinning out above the photo pit. Some of that was the due to the smoke machine on stage. Of course the group’s advocacy for the use of cannabis for both medicinal and recreational purposes, is a major theme in its songs. B-Real paced the stage with a rather long blunt in his left hand along with the microphone as he gestured with his right hand. The group tore through its standards such as “Dr. Greenthumb”, “I Ain’t Going Out Like That”, “Hits From the Bong”, “How I Could Just Kill A Man”, and many others. By the time they got to what is arguably their biggest hit, Insane In the Membrane, Cypress Hill had complete control of the large crowd. Capping off its set was a rollicking cover of House of Pain’s most famous tune, Jump Around. B-Real called for everybody “standing up to get down like this here” and advised that those with a Fitbit or Apple watch the this was going to fill up their activities category. Indeed the crowd, exponentially larger than any other set that weekend, with many members attending only for Cypress Hill, was jumping around almost completely in unison.
Bruses had a smaller crowd than Cypress Hill but the Tijuana native was no less enthralling. She was clad in a variation of a business suit. A black jacket covered with numerous hand painted looking designs in white, black raggedly cut off just below her knees and sporting on each leg two belts. Clunky black shoes, a black tie white shirt completed the outfit. Almost. Rising above, from behind, each shoulder blade were several, what I can only describe as, glittery black stuffed horns. Her hot pink hair, pale foundation accented with dark red lips, reddish pink eyelids ringed in black, created ethereal stage presence. Her music and movements throughout were bewitching and she had the crowd in a trancelike state.
Elis Paprika, another one of the numerous performers hailing from the USA’s North American neighbor to the south, is also a well know activist in her native Guadalajara. She rocketed off from the start of her set, never touching down until she was finished whipping up the crowd in to exhaustion. With hyper charm and perfectly complementing her strong voice and infectious songs, few would argue with the words on bright red t-shirt, an item of her own merchandise, exclaiming “Mexican Girl Power!”
Skate punk band Cardiel consists of two Valencia, Venezuela natives: Vocalist/Guitarist Miguel Fraíno and drummer Samantha Ambrosio. However, the founded their band in Mexico City in 2010. Little flash but lots of fury marked Cardiel’s set. They pummeled through song after song, hyping up the circle pit significantly.
Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, the Buenos Aires ska legends, had the swelling crowd dancing as the night two headliners. The band ripped through “Manuel Santillán, El León”, “Saco Azul”, “Mal Bicho”, “Calaveras y Diablitos”, “Matador”, and “El Satánico Dr. Cadillac”. It was a fun way to end a Saturday night on a not too hot summer day.
Story and Photography by Meredith Goldberg Liar’s Club, always supportive of members of the Chicago punk rock community, often hosts fundraisers for various individuals/causes. Recall, the venue sponsored one of the Dying Scene Resurrection Shows recently. On Saturday August 6, 2022, Liar’s Club was the site for one of several local shows benefitting the Chicago […]
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Liar’s Club, always supportive of members of the Chicago punk rock community, often hosts fundraisers for various individuals/causes. Recall, the venue sponsored one of the Dying Scene Resurrection Shows recently. On Saturday August 6, 2022, Liar’s Club was the site for one of several local shows benefitting the Chicago Abortion Fund (CAF). Venues in Chicago and elsewhere have been holding similar fundraisers in wake of the of the Supreme Court of the United States’ 2022 decision in Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization, which overturns landmark SCOTUS decisions in Roe v. Wade(1973) and Planned Parenthood v. Casey(1992) and endangers numerous other privacy related rights. The announced amount of money raised for the CAF came to almost $2,000.
Boybrain turned on the show’s engine with a hair swirling, brains (of all genders) smashing performance. The dizzying actions of the band members were matched by their striking physical appearances. Suited up in matching half uniforms of t-shirts with “Abortions” written across them in a font reminiscent of rec league baseball jerseys, and athlete-style black grease marks under their eyes. Boybrain slammed though a tight set featuring “Blood Wolf Moon,” off its 2022 debut album In the Company Of Worms. The band is comprised of punk rock veterans from the Chicago area and elsewhere: Patti on guitars and vocals, Inga on lead guitar, Colin on drums, and “Dr. Doom” (whose first name is actually Lauren. Come on though, Dr. Doom is a pretty cool moniker) on bass and vocals.
Aweful, which we featured in the aforementioned Resurrection Show, once again offered its talents to an important cause. The trio, made up of Traci Trouble, Lucy Dekay, and Izzy Price, as always had the crowds pumped and their fists pumping. They ripped through tunes including “Far Away,” “Bubble,” “Just Like Me,” and one of their most popular singles, “No Avail.” Whipping around the stage, guitarist Dekay displayed her usual flair, whilst drummer Price and bass player Trouble fueled the backbeat. Trouble’s gritty vocals matched her stage presence as well as those of her bandmates. It’s always a fun moment to see how she and Dekay go back to back literally, appearing to be simultaneously competing for flashiest performance and joining together to create a single, more powerful organism. So powerful that watching both women then fall away from each other, as if ripped apart, collapsing onto the floor seems the natural next occurrence. Even on the floor, Trouble and DeKay, are at times, still attached, playing a sort of punk rock patty cake with their sneakers.
Djunah, an electrifying two-piece group from Chicago, is comprised of Donna Diane and Jared Karns. Diane pulls triple duty on vocals, guitar, and Moog Organ bass, as Karns powers through on drums. It was a rousing and hypnotic set. Thus far, 2022 has been a busy year for Diane, between recording vocals for Jason Narducy‘s Verboten the Musical, and the band playing festivals and sold-out shows, with at least two more upcoming fests. Those events being Louisville’s PRFBBQLOU2022 in late August-early September, and Milwaukee’s Bay View Bash, in mid-September.
Heet Deth is another 2-piece band from the Windy City. Formed in 2018 by best friends, Julia B on drums and vocals, and Laila E on guitar and vocals, Heet Deth describes itself as operatic. Wearing matching blood red shortsleeve coveralls, with their faces garishly painted red, white, and black, they manage to create their own styles even as the likes of David Bowie and Monkey from the Adicts are brought to mind. Heet Deth’s theatrical appearance is equaled by its non-stop energy.
Good to see the punk rock community standing up for all of our rights, as unfortunate as it is that these rights have to be fought for so vigorously at this point in history. Alas, the fight WILL proceed and there will be great music to keep us inspired and energized.
Story and Photography by Meredith Goldberg Back on July 25th, La Armada kicked off a mini tour in Chicago at The Burlington in support of its most recent record, Anti-Colonial Vol. 2. I caught up with founding member, and guitarist, Paúl Rivera, after the show to discuss, influences, legacies, and what drives them musically and otherwise. La […]
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Back on July 25th, La Armada kicked off a mini tour in Chicago at The Burlington in support of its most recent record, Anti-Colonial Vol. 2. I caught up with founding member, and guitarist, Paúl Rivera, after the show to discuss, influences, legacies, and what drives them musically and otherwise.
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La Armada was first formed in 2001 by grade school friends in the Dominican Republic: guitarist Jonathan Salazar, guitarist Paúl Rivera, bassist Mani Marte, and drummer Eric Urrea. Casper Torres has been on vocals for the group for a decade and is from Puerto Rico. “We have been going to play shows in Puerto Rico pretty much since we were 14 or 15 years old, so we all knew each other and grew up as friends,” says guitarist Paúl Rivera.
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“We discovered punk, hardcore and metal pretty much in the mid 90’s when internet service became available in the Dominican Republic. Metal is more known in the DR, and we enjoyed it but never really identified with the lyrics and imagery.”
Rivera continues, “Punk came more natural because we were feeling a lot of the same discontent they would be singing about, especially because during that time we were on the tail end of a dictatorship state and on route to a Neo-liberal pseudo dictatorship.”
Growing up in the DR, the band members were exposed to music at very young ages. “Music is always around in the Caribbean. Our first form of musical love was what was around, merengue, salsa, and Bachata. But once we discovered Spanish punk, American metal, and so on that’s when it became an obsession. “
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However, that obsession did not cause the band to entirely separate from the music of its native region. Rather, it fused the multiple genres to create its own unique sound.
“When you are young and on the island you kinda rebel against the music your parents listened to, when you grow up and become an immigrant there is a yearning for it and those are the rhythms we try and incorporate into the heavy genres we participate in.”
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While La Armada has always had much to say with its music, Rivera notes the group has one strong, recurring theme, “Anti-Colonialism. Which we explain is just not in the historical context of large nations extracting the wealth of the global south. We also lump up what we call “neocolonialism” into this motto, which we define as all external forces that have an influence over masses of people, like news, information, social media, ads, product placements, etc.
Rivera adds: “A lot of these things are destroying our sense of worth, the environment and each other, but we consume it daily because it’s wrapped up as entertainment. It’s hard to know right now what is more dangerous, the physical or the digital sword.”
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I also asked Rivera what are some of the bands and sounds most influential, to La Armada. “Musically it’s all over the place. Spanish Punk rock like La Polla, Escuela de Odio, and more. American Hardcore like Bad Brains and Sick of it All, the island music we grew up with like merengue and bachata. Canadian, melodic Punk like Propagandhi, classic metal bands. And on and on.”
Turning to the way the band operates, Rivera says, “As a band model, we take a lot from the DIY hip hop scene. Limited Merch drops, live sampling, owning your own masters, etc.”
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From Burlington Bar’s stage, band members spoke repeatedly about pursuing your art and how artists need to really go after it. Rivera expanded on that post-show.
“We’re just at point where we’ve been doing this for so long and are now in our mid and late 30’s that anything other than being the absolute best version of the band wouldn’t be worth it.”
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He also noted, “As a small, DIY band that literally carves out any traction or momentum against all odds, we have made our peace with just putting the work in and trusting that the rest will take care of itself.”
Rivera explains, “Basically, if we’re going to do something, we are really going to go for it. Otherwise, none of us really have time for hobbies. For example, our album roll out consisted of 6 singles, 5 music videos and different pieces of visual art. All made in collaboration with artists from the Caribbean diaspora across the world. That was a big effort, but that was the only way we were going to do it. All or nothing.”
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Of course, La Armada found itself affected by the pandemic. Rivera addresses this:
“First off, we were lucky that everyone remained healthy, employed and nobody had immediate family affected by it. However, artistically it was rough. We were used to being on tour for 3 to 4 months out of the year and all of a sudden that was taken away from us. It felt like you lost your identity.”
He continues, “We were also planning on heading back out on some tours that coincided when COVID first hit so, we got left holding a bill for goods we had purchased for tour, which also completely sucked.”
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Rivera recognizes that despite difficulties, the group members might have been luckier than many others.
“A lot of bands and artists went through the same and much worse situations. Somehow, we made it to the other side and are now able to look at things differently, as in, simply doing the work is the reward.”
That work includes the new La Armada record.
“Our new record is Anti-Colonial Vol. 2 – It is the follow up to 2017’s Vol. 1. We wrote it and recorded it during the pandemic in 3 different spurts at the studio because things kept getting canceled because of Covid protocols.”
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Still, Rivera stresses the importance of remaining positive:
“It was a difficult time to do art, but it was the only way to keep the band going and maintain some sense of inspiration going.”
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The band has played sporadically thus far in 2022. “This year we had our Chicago release show in February, a weekend in the Midwest in March and now are now touring again in longer spurts.”
The “longer spurts“ began with this particular night at Burlington Bar, where family, friends and fans wished them safe travels and hopes for a good time out on the road.
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That road will take them across North America. “We are first doing the eastern US and Canada for 3 weeks during August, then we take a 3-week break and follow that up with 3 more weeks out west for shows with Propagandhi, Tørsö, and headliners of our own.”
If you saw my last gallery on Frank Turner, The Bronx and Pet Needs, I was quoted as saying, “[The Bronx] may very well be my favorite live band”. Well I lied … kind of. I forgot about a group of ska-loving punk rockers from Gainesville that played a pivotal role in my musical upbringing. […]
If you saw my last gallery on Frank Turner, The Bronx and Pet Needs, I was quoted as saying, “[The Bronx] may very well be my favorite live band”. Well I lied … kind of. I forgot about a group of ska-loving punk rockers from Gainesville that played a pivotal role in my musical upbringing. I’m not gonna say that the Less Than Jake dudes’ performance topped that of the LA guys in the Bronx, but I’m content having a two-way tie for first on the list of ‘Nathan’s Favorite Live Bands’.
This was a fun show. It’d been almost five years since my last LTJ show, that one being across town at the Mercy Lounge with the Red City Radio boys. This was my first encounter with Doll Skin and Cliff Diver (both of which I mentally labeled as ‘will see again’), and although I am very familiar with Bowling for Soup from my early days of investigating pop-punk, I had never caught a live show of theirs either. So other than reacquainting myself with Less Than Jake’s live set, this was an evening of firsts.
What stuck out most from Doll Skin‘s performance was the sheer chaos and havoc that lead singer Sydney Dolezal rendered during their set. The images here do little justice as an accurate portrayal of the set’s intensity. They are one of few opening bands that I’ve seen that achieve this level of crowd engagement and attentiveness, which speaks volumes about this band’s live show.
Cliff Diver was an excellent opener for the two headliners because their style was a mix of what drew fans of both headliners to the show. They had the early 2000s pop-punk sound that fans of BFS would love. On the other hand, at times they also had a more traditional ska-punk sound that those who came for LTJ could appreciate.
And one other thing … man, can Briana Wright sing!
There seemed a clear division among those attending that I somewhat alluded to earlier. You had those attending for Less Than Jake (the crowd I would lump myself in with), and those who came for Bowling for Soup, and there was not much overlap between the two groups. Between LTJ’s set and BFS’s, the crowd huddled up near the stage was an entire new set of faces.
Although BFS’s glory days may seem to be in the past, these dudes can still hold their own and there’s still a pretty large group of followers who all still have the same question: Are they bowling in order to earn soup, or on behalf of soup?
There’s not much I can write here other than if you haven’t caught the Less Than Jake guys live, you’re probably in the minority of readers of this site, and you need to see them immediately. I’ve seen bands where their stage antics are gimmicky and their humor distasteful, but what could possibly be gimmicky about a damn toilet paper cannon?
In all truthfulness, you could see the sincerity of the performance from each and every member on stage. They were all genuinely having the time of their life up there.
As always, your time and attention here are very much appreciated. Check out all these rad bands, and I’ll have more galleries up in the coming weeks. Until next time, cheers!
I will be the first to admit that my main (aka only) interest in venturing over to Prospect Park on a hot & humid Friday night was to see New Zealand’s one and only The Beths. I knew next to nothing about the 2 opening acts, Charlotte Cornfield and SASAMI. I can only say now […]
I will be the first to admit that my main (aka only) interest in venturing over to Prospect Park on a hot & humid Friday night was to see New Zealand’s one and only The Beths. I knew next to nothing about the 2 opening acts, Charlotte Cornfield and SASAMI. I can only say now that am I REALLY glad I got to The Lena Horne bandshell early enough to witness one of these sets.
Cornfield took the stage promptly at 7 PM and proceeded to treat the crowd to a steady and competent set of rather quiet and subdued indie folk to which the NPR types in the crowd thoroughly enjoyed. For my ears, however her set just didn’t resonate all that much with me and after the 3 song photo allotment was met I found myself chatting with some of the other photogs in attendance for what seemed like a rather long time considering Charlotte was an opener on a three-band bill at an outdoor show that had a strict New York City mandated 10 PM curfew. Before I go any further, to be clear, Cornfield’s set did seem to be quite good but it just wasn’t my thing and I just kind of lost interest. That’s not to say that she didn’t make a lot of those in attendance very pleased with her set.
Next up was SASAMI who hit the stage shortly after 8 PM. Truth be told, I had given SASAMI a bit of a listen on Spotify prior to the show and was merely lukewarm about what I had heard. Their first (self-titled) album released in 2019, was a quite polished indie pop album which while very listenable, didn’t exactly get my juices flowing. And then there is this year’s second full-length LP, Squeeze which hit the shelves back in February. You’d have to do some serious searching in order to find a sophomore LP which takes as strong a departure from its predecessor as does Squeeze.
The set started off with Sasami Ashworth’s “The Greatest” off the new album. And while the song on the album is rather subdued, the band came out and raged. They took what already sounded like a homage or at least a response to Whitney Houston’s “The Greatest Gift Of All” and turned it into Whitney’s Greatest Gift from an alternative (much less hospitable) dimension. From here the set only got darker, darker in a heavy metal kind of way with thundering bass lines and loud abrasive guitar chords coming from both Ashworth’s axe as well as the other guitarist who’s name I did not get. To say the least I was almost completely shocked. From here the band ripped through song after song with a fiery electric vengeance which I for one was 100% unprepared for.
Sticking with a setlist comprised entirely of titles off the new one, SASAMI’s set was absolutely mesmerizing. The energy set forth by Ashworth and the rest of the band was transfixing. A combination metal hell fest combined with an almost performance art presentation made for a show to which I (and virtually every other photographer in the pit) was paralyzed to stop clicking the shutter button. Every moment following every moment felt like something that needed to be captured.
SASAMI’s set lasted roughly 40-45 minutes yet it flew by in a flash. I for one felt winded after witnessing the whirlwind of a set which they had treated us all to. My initial reaction when it was done was, “I can’t believe it’s over so soon”. Looking at their other setlists online however, it looks like we got pretty much their entire show.
Which brings me to the headliner, The Beths. It wasn’t all that long ago, you read from me that they were the only real impetus for me being at Prospect Park in the first place. And now as I stood and waited for them to take the stage, I couldn’t help but ponder, “How the hell are they going to top THAT?!?” Having seen the band make a steady progression from DIY venue, Alphaville to 400-person Music Hall Of Williamsburg to 1000-person capacity Webster Hall, they were now faced with the unenviable task of playing (BY FAR) their most high-profile show ever in New York at the 5000 to 7000 person capacity Lena Horne Bandshell AND having to do that following an absolutely blistering set from the opener, not to mention their backs against the wall relative to a 10 PM curfew.
With it already being after 9, it appeared that we were most likely going to get a truncated set. The band came on about 9:15, opening with “I’m Not Getting Excited” but clearly they were because they came out answering the call. Despite what appeared to be some lighting irritations, Liz Stokes was exactly that, STOKED. She, along with guitarist, Jonathan Pierce, bassist, Ben Sinclair and Tristan Deck on drums hit the stage running. Barreling through stalwarts ” Happy, Unhappy” and “Out Of Sight” before offering up the lead single and title track to the upcoming album, “Expert In A Dying Field” due to drop in mid-September.
It was right about here in the set that it dawned on me that the band had figured out how they were going to get their entire set done in roughly three-quarters the normal length of the set. They were speeding everything up and HOLY SHIT, it was working masterfully! I mean they were almost approaching Ramones kind of tempos and the songs and the vibes and the atmosphere were just perfect.
After “Dying Field” we got three more older songs before they cracked open another new one called “Knees Deep”, a bright sun-shiney rocker (come to think of it a Beth’s song and sun-shiney is just redundant…aren’t they all like that?)
Attacking each upcoming song at a breakneck pace which seemed different yet also quite right. “Jump Rope Gazers” into “Uptown Girl” into “A Real Thing”, all done fast but not quite furious.
When all was said and done, The Beths managed to come out of the evening having sleighed the dragon. They overcame the adversity which faced them and finished the evening around 10:10 after a two-song encore of “You Are A Beam of Light” and “Little Death” to the delight of all. Liz and crew put on a masterful show which while certainly sped up, never felt rushed. As a matter of fact it appeared that the band had as much fun as the packed crowd. The normally stoic Jon on guitar was flashing a big grin much of the evening. Liz showed off a little Chuck Berry-esque duck walk and the rhythm section of Tristen and Ben were amazing keeping the sped up pace at bay and even keeled.
When all was said and done, all I could possibly say was, “What a night!”
If you read our review of Mercy Union‘s dynamite sophomore album, White Tiger, last week, it should probably come as no surprise that even though I live in Massachusetts and the official record release show occurred on a Friday in New Jersey, I was going to be there. And I was! My “forever-plus-one” and I […]
If you read our review of Mercy Union‘s dynamite sophomore album, White Tiger, last week, it should probably come as no surprise that even though I live in Massachusetts and the official record release show occurred on a Friday in New Jersey, I was going to be there. And I was! My “forever-plus-one” and I hopped in the car, dropped our teenager off at her grandparents’ house, and made our way to Crossroads in Garwood, NJ, a club that has become a sort of home-away-from-home for us the last half-dozen years or so. (Really, if you live in the greater NYC area, you should make it a point to go to Crossroads for dinner and a show. You won’t regret it.)
Felons were the first band out of the gate on this evening. Astute followers of the New Jersey music scene will no doubt remember Zak Ferentz from Ferentz and the Felons. The Hudson County street folker retooled his band during quarantine lockdown. Now known simply as Felons, the band still features Ferentz on acoustic guitar and vocals, but he’s backed by a bass player and, well, I don’t have nearly enough knowledge of electronic music to have even the foggiest idea to know what Plantcham was playing on stage right, but I know that it combined for a really cool and weird and interesting sound. Sort of acoustic folk punk meets drone synth with all sorts of samples in the mix. Ferentz at one point introduced a song as being “about doing too many psychadelics” and I’d say that sounds about right. Check the video for “Sheep’s Wool” here for a pretty accurate example.
Brooklyn’s Early Riser were next up, and I have to say, I’m really, really glad I finally got the chance to see them. For the uninitiated, it’s safe to say that Early Riser continue the evening’s theme of bands that are tough to confine to a specific genre box. The sound is centered around Kiri Oliver’s playful vocals and small body Martin acoustic with additional texture provided by Heidi Vanderlee on cello and Nicole Nussbaum on bass. Drums are handled by none other than Mikey Erg, and all members provide harmonies. It’s like posi folk punk power-pop and it inspired a random and unexpected dance break in the crowd!
Much like yours truly, Lenny Lashley made the trip down from Massachusetts. Accompanied by frequent collaborator, the multi-talented Cody Nilsen on pedal steel, Lenny occupied the night’s direct support slot. I think Lenny is the artist I’ve seen most since Covid started a couple years ago because I tend not to wander too far away from home now, so it was fun to actually see him play a road game. Lashley bounced between acoustic (a 1937 Martin reissue, I believe) and electric (a tele-style Nacho Guitar if you’re into that sort of thing) and, while he’s got a massive catalog, stuck to songs mostly from his solo repertoire, including a few tracks from his upcoming album Five Great Egrets (more on that later). Lashley and Mercy Union frontman Jared Hart go back to the days when the former welcomed the latter’s old band, The Scandals, to Boston many years ago, so it’s been fun to watch the connection continue across state lines well over a decade later.
Which brings us, of course, to the Mercy Union portion of the evening. Hart and the gang (Rocky Catanese on guitar and occasional lead vocals, Nick Jorgensen on bass and backing vocals, recent recruit byt familiar face Matt Olsson on drums) fired up the margarita machine and fired straight into “1988,” “The Void” and lead single “Prussian Blue,” the three tracks that open White Tiger and set its sonic tone. The new material was, naturally, pretty well received from the home crowd, most of whom had clearly been listening to the album on repeat for at least the duration of release day if not, in some special cases, considerably longer. The 16-song set was heavy on White Tiger, naturally, with a few songs from their debut album, The Quarry, a couple reworked Hart solo songs, and a completely on-brand singalong cover of Goo Goo Dolls classic “Black Balloon” for good measure.
It was apparent from the earliest notes of their set that the band wore not only loaded for bear, but were having fun in the process. It is obviously a bit of a daunting task to put out an album on your own label two-and-a-half years into a global pandemic, and then to host a record release show at a well-respected club in your backyard (a club that, coincidentally, yours truly traveled to for a Scandals record release show a bunch of years ago). The night was full of smiles and gratitude and shoutouts and guest appearances on gang vocals, proving that while the sound may have branched out from traditional punk rock, the vibe and the ethos once you’re inside the four walls of a sweaty club remains every bit the same.
Look below for photo slideshows from each set of the night. You can still order Mercy Union’s White Tigerhere or get it wherever you buy your digital music!
Anarchopunk has recovered from the Covid he picked up at this awesome inaugural Fest and finally got around to posting his Day Two coverage, which saw a return to Ratio Beerworks. But, with the prospects of more inclement weather, the show which was previously slated to take place mostly outdoors, moved indoors for everyone’s safety. […]
Anarchopunk has recovered from the Covid he picked up at this awesome inaugural Fest and finally got around to posting his Day Two coverage, which saw a return to Ratio Beerworks. But, with the prospects of more inclement weather, the show which was previously slated to take place mostly outdoors, moved indoors for everyone’s safety.
First up, Jukebox Hardknocks who are a little bit country a little bit….actually…no…these guys are a lot country and not much else and unapologetically so. Their short but entertaining set was filled with covers of country classics from legends like George Jones. Hell, even their TSOL cover had plenty of twang to it!
System Restore ventured all the way down from Wyoming to play a set and they brought their A-game with them! The only thing better than the performance itself was their Merch Game. Top fucking notch. Well done! My bank account is now a bit lighter, gents!
Local lads, The Frickashinas were the third act of the day and were a perfect mid day, pick-me-up! These guys are talented, fun, full of energy and all around, good dudes. It was awesome to see guitarist, Jeramiah’s kids jamming out to the set from up in the balcony. I’ve never seen such cute lil devil horns! 🤘🤘
Egoista has quickly become one of the more ubiquitous punk bands in The Mile High, playing shows almost on a weekly basis, if not more. So, there was no way this terrific trio was gonna pass up an opportunity to play this Fest! No diggity!
By the time Tsunami Bomb hit the stage for their fist live set in about four or five years, the crowd had filled out the room to near capacity and it seemed they were all there to see the pop punks from Petaluma (only the finest things come from Sonoma County). Of all of the sets, this one was definitely the most tangibly intense. You could tell that the band had been chompin’ at the bit for the past few years. It probably felt nice to unload!
Sure, I love all of the bands and I I was so extremely happy to hang out with all of them, but just like our Lord and Savior, Jeebus H. Christ, I have favorites and Makewar is one of them. I’ve been a fan since the old acoustic, Sad & French days and it has been so much fun watching them get more and more recognition. There’s everything to love in this act. The writing is next level, the musicality is near perfection, the guys themselves are genuine, caring individuals and…..they smell nice….wait…that one slipped…If you haven’t seen them live, please do so, STAT!
Here’s where astute readers will realize that there’s no coverage of Rocky Mountain alt-rockers, Inthewhale. That, dear comrades, is because I’m a loser. And even worse, I’m an old loser. Because the weekend was starting to take it’s toll, I split a little early. Luckily, this dynamic duo plays Denver pretty often so I’ll have ample opportunity to make it up to them. The rest of the day’s action however, is captured in the slideshow below!
Be sure to check out the galleries from the Pre-Party Show and Day 1, too!
Jeremiah
Thanks for hanging out with the Frickashinas. We love you. And the shout out to my kids is awesome. Xoxo