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Frankie Cosmos Charm Hometown Crowd at The Bowery Ballroom

August 8th, 2016

Frankie Cosmos – The Bowery Ballroom – August 6, 2016

Frankie Cosmos – The Bowery Ballroom – August 6, 2016
Greta Kline is the type of person you want as a friend. The kind you might expect to find in a sequel to Napoleon Dynamite, whose idiosyncrasies are endearing. This ties into her having become the lovable type of musician you gravitate toward because she has such a noticeably good time playing, and she understands that, fundamentally, a show filled with simply made tunes and played in subtle detail is intended to make you feel good. With her band, Frankie Cosmos, those intentions were carried out at The Bowery Ballroom on Saturday night, with a set of songs old and new.

This was a hometown show, so beneath Kline’ disarmingly carefree and goofy disposition were all the teeming nerves expected from playing before friends and loved ones. But they must have fed her poise because she kept in perfect step with the band throughout, bouncing between her two organically charming albums, Zentropy and the recently released Next Thing, and delicately dropping in other lesser-heard delights from an endless treasure chest of songs. Kline is a natural, or has come to sound like one from writing so much. She unspools lengths of finessed rock that are like new seedlings of Olivia Tremor Control, the Vaselines and the Moldy Peaches sprinkled generously with the friendly chord changes found in the Stone Roses, wiring though those cozily blanketed staccato bass plucks.

Frankie Cosmos played with gleeful satisfaction of where they were, soaking in the moment, before a growing number of admirers basking in the intimacy of magnetic songwriting. In a way, it felt like everyone was a special guest. Anybody who’s been on a train packed with disgruntled New Yorkers at rush hour can attest that vibes fill a space and spread between its occupants. There was a palpable vibration of warmth that grew with each song, manifested in smiling voices singing along to Kline’s amusingly transparent lyrics—and there was a little more buoyancy in everyone as they filtered out at night’s end. —Charles Steinberg | @Challyolly


Photos courtesy of Charles Steinberg | charlesosteinberg.com