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Sebadoh Doesn’t Miss a Note

November 14th, 2011

Sebadoh – Music Hall of Williamsburg – November 12, 2011


The best thing that happened to Lou Barlow was getting kicked out of Dinosaur Jr. If he had stayed with J. Mascis back in 1988 no one ever would have heard his four-track collage experiments that began with collaborator Eric Gaffney and ended up passed around on cassettes. We’d be missing someone, who as a pioneer of lo-fi indie rock, legitimized a new genre of bedroom recordings. We also might not have heard Jason Lowenstein, who, beginning in 1989, added his bass and a dissonant hardcore style of songwriting, making Sebadoh officially a band to be reckoned with and, fortunately, one we could see on Saturday night at Music Hall of Williamsburg.

It all started for a lot of people with the first track off Sebadoh III, “The Freed Pig,” Barlow’s attack on Mascis, which has become an anthem of frustration. The audience had plenty of songs from the back catalog to request, but this was high on the list. “Don’t worry, we’re getting to it,” replied Barlow a few songs into an epic two-hour set, the final show of a lengthy tour in support of the rerelease of Bakesale. While swapping instruments during the informal show, Lowenstein and Barlow bantered back and forth about ordering too many T-shirts, driving around the country in a minivan again and how Pavement would have filled that venue in Detroit.

It’s clear, especially live, that the balance between Barlow’s catchy, more personal mellow pop sound and Lowenstein’s aggressive punk speed is what kept everyone happy on those records. Unpredictably they played nearly all of Bakesale, often reworking a track entirely like on “Give Up,” where the huge Sabbath-chord-progression breakdown was expanded into an eternity of distortion while the melody was delivered almost unrecognizably fast. After “The Freed Pig,” Barlow, referencing Mascis’ guitar style, said to Lowenstein, “I always get self-conscious when I get to the lead part of that song, you know … the solo? Like someone is waiting for me to miss a note.” —Jason Dean

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A Quick Ride to the Top

November 11th, 2011

Fitz and the Tantrums – Terminal 5 – November 10, 2011


Terminal 5 was once again the place to be last night, as a sold-out crowd grooved to a taut, tireless set from soul-rockers Fitz and the Tantrums. From the moment the group shimmied onstage to “Don’t Gotta Work It Out,” everyone in attendance went wild, dancing during each song and crazily cheering at the end. The band’s anachronistic style was a big part of its charm as the six members two-stepped their way through song after song without totally immersing themselves in the act like some artists (Raphael Saadiq, for example) would.

This let lead singer Michael “Fitz” Fitzpatrick and crew stay loose—and kept the show from feeling like schtick. While the crowd grew loud after each song, it was probably at its noisiest when Fitz and singer-tambourine guru Noelle Scaggs played off each other’s energy, leaning in close while harmonizing. The rest of the band was equally impressive, featuring some lively organ and keys from Jeremy Ruzumna and stellar saxophone work from James King (who likely received the loudest applause for a flute solo Terminal 5 has ever seen).

The set got even better as it lengthened, as both Fitz and Scaggs kept dialing up the energy and making sure the fans were doing the same (not that this particular crowd needed coaxing). But Fitz took a minute late in the set to pause and turn the attention on those in attendance, thanking them for their long-time support, saying, “You touched my heart.” But there was more: “Last year,” he added, “we were at Mercury Lounge and look where we are tonight!” So far, it may have been a fast ride to the top for this band, but if last night was any indication, it’s been a well-deserved trip. —Sean O’Kane

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When the Wooden Shjips Come In

November 11th, 2011

Wooden Shjips – Music Hall of Williamsburg – November 10, 2011

(Photo: Dan Rickershauser)

As overused as the term psychedelic is when describing music, it’s worth noting that there’s a world of difference between music that might have a trippy-sounding synth line and music that carries listeners off into another world entirely. Wooden Shjips, drawing heavily on the latter, had its otherworldly sound on full display last night at the Music Hall of Williamsburg.

Specializing in hypnotic guitar drones that push listeners deep into the rabbit hole, the quartet takes psychedelic rock reminiscent of late-’60s California and gives it a noise-rock update. Their heady jams had much of the audience dancing in a limb-flailing go-go dance you might expect to see in footage from Andy Warhol’s Factory. The projections behind the band showcased the blend of these two worlds, replacing the usual multicolored swirls of ’60s psychedelic projections with black-and-white pulsating pixels that looked like a cross between television static and raining glitter. The projections at times seemed to swallow the band whole, displayed over its members’ white shirts and reflecting off what looked like a tinfoil cape hanging from Nash Whalen’s organ.

Showcasing a minimalist restraint, the real allure of Wooden Shjips’ sound wasn’t derived from any one part in particular but in how these sonic elements combined and interacted with one another. Distortion-heavy guitar solos ripped through the repetitive thuds of basslines, and Ripley Johnson’s reverb-drenched vocals cut through eerie organ lines like an incoming radio transmission. The expansive noise-hypnosis of Wooden Shjips contrasted nicely with the opener, Birds of Avalon. The Raleigh, N.C., foursome mesmerized the audience with jam-band grooves that took sudden and unexpected turns toward rock-the-fuck-out heavy guitar riffs. For a cold and rainy autumn night in Brooklyn, music invoking nostalgia for the sunnier yesteryear of the American West was a welcomed retreat. —Dan Rickershauser

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Who Wants to Have Fun?

November 10th, 2011

Fun. – The Bowery Ballroom – November 9, 2011

(Photo: Sean O’Kane)

It wasn’t so long ago that fun. was struggling to make its place in the music scene, playing shows to mixed reactions, settling into New York City as a new home and working around sharing its members with other bands while pushing out a debut album, Aim & Ignite. But last night’s show at The Bowery Ballroom made it seem like those harder times never happened, as the band played to a sold-out room filled with wild, loud and passionate fans who look like they’ve been around for years.

Lead singer Nate Ruess said early on that this would be “one of those perfect nights” right before a scheduled album release where they could have a good time while trying out some of the new material, and he was totally right. Alongside the songs that everyone already knows, the band tried out a few from that forthcoming album (entitled Some Nights, due out in February), all of which already have a glistening polish on them, and ranged from string-backed (there was a three-piece section on stage) slower songs to horn-filled dance-party tracks.

The fans should hope the band sticks with the five-piece core configuration that was onstage, because this was the best fun. has sounded yet, something that was exceptionally noticeable on the older songs. “Barlights” was played midset but with an encore-worthy level of energy from both Ruess and the crowd. And “Take Your Time,” an equally boisterous song, also provided the most moving moments of the night, when Ruess smiled through a long pause before the lyrics “now I feel like I am home.” The crowd cheered, the song picked up again, and fun. finished off one of its best shows yet, perhaps marking the end of the beginning and certainly showing that this band is here to stay. —Sean O’Kane

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The Sea and Cake Sound Like No Other

November 10th, 2011

The Sea and Cake – The Bowery Ballroom – November 8, 2011


You can look at the miracles of Mother Nature and either search for a scientific explanation or just let their beauty astound you. Some people look at a seashell and see a Fibonacci series while others only see a beautiful seashell. In the same way, some at The Bowery Ballroom on Tuesday night watched the Sea and Cake and tried their best to work through the pop calculus of rhythms and melodies generated by Sam Prekop (guitar and vocals), Archer Prewitt (lead guitar), John McEntire (drums) and Eric Claridge (bass) while the rest of the crowd just bobbed along appreciating the pure beauty of the music.

Without a proper new album to push, the band was free to work through its catalog, playing well-polished versions of material from the last few years and a couple of dips into the earlier stuff. It’s a unique pleasure to watch a band and not be constantly thinking about which other groups they sound like. With Pekoe’s ephemeral vocals floating over cumulus guitars and restless drumming, this band sounded like no other. The consistent sound guarantees that if you like one song, you’re going to love it, and if you love one, you’re going to love them all. The crowd reacted to single presong chords from Prewitt or Precept with excitement each and every time, whether it was “Up on the North Shore,” from this year’s Moonlight Butterfly EP, or “Afternoon Speaker,” off 2000’s Oui.

Prekop’s strumming was quick and fleet while Prewitt’s guitar work contrasted— deliberately picked or summoned with an e-bow. Impossibly, Claridge kept things from running away with long, velvety bass notes. And as the set grew deeper, the buttons on McEntire’s shirt came undone and the music became looser and easier, with the crowd growing more and more vocal. A four-song encore proved not to be quite enough to work through the math. So the Sea and Cake returned a second time for a quick instrumental, leaving half the crowd reaching for their slide rules and everyone smiling. —A. Stein

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Frank Turner Sells Out The Bowery Ballroom

November 7th, 2011

Frank Turner & the Sleeping Souls – The Bowery Ballroom – November 3, 2011

(Photo: Kirsten Housel)

English troubadour Frank Turner hit The Bowery Ballroom on Thursday night in the second of the tour’s two sold-out New York City shows with his newly introduced backing band, the Sleeping Souls. Previously known for his more intimate singer-songwriter crowd interaction, with this accompaniment, Turner turned up the decibels, cracked jokes and rocked out like no Bowery Presents venue has seen before this tour. Hardcore fans will always belt out every word from albums like Love Ire & Song, but the night’s major surprise was just how well the crowd knew the slew of material released just in the past year.

To start the set, Turner played newer songs, including “I Still Believe” and “One Foot Before the Other”—welcomed with intense fan response—before easing into a much older song, “I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous.” Another older song, “Love Ire & Song,” came shortly afterward, and Turner introduced it as one for the punks and acknowledged his own punk-rock past. Midset, Turned played his newest song yet, a slower one that spoke of good summertime memories and pointedly referenced the tearing down of central London’s famous Astoria venue to build a railway. He continued with the also slower (and older) love song “Substitute” and the stunning a cappella “English Ghost,” rich with British history. The show’s first crowd surfer came a few songs later, during “Long Live the Queen.”

To wind down, Turner played two covers, Queen’s “Somebody to Love” and his regional pick, “Thunder Road” by Bruce Springsteen. After a quick break, he and the Sleeping Souls returned to the stage for “The Ballad of Me and My Friends” and an extended version of the forever a fan favorite “Photosynthesis” (with its “I won’t sit down and I won’t shut up and most of all I won’t grow up” refrain) completed by more crowd surfers. —Kirsten Housel

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Dancing to the Drums

November 4th, 2011

The Drums – Music Hall of Williamsburg – November 3, 2011

(Photo: Sam Ellis)

Anyone happening to wander into Music Hall of Williamsburg last night without a clue as to who was playing needed only to glance at the stage, to the large black-and-white backdrop boldly proclaiming: the Drums. Although still a relatively new band, with the recent addition of two members and the release of their sophomore LP, Portamento, the Drums, now a five-piece, have grown into a band worthy of their own stage set.

Singing over driving bass and guitar lines reminiscent of Joy Division on fast forward, frontman Jonny Pierce was a captivating presence, dancing, swaying and gracefully pacing about the stage with a deliberate, just-understated-enough-to be-cool swagger. As he sang through numbers like “What You Were,” “Best Friend,” “I Need the Fun in My Life,” and “Book of Revelation,” Pierce crooned, belted and showcased his powerful falsetto—recalling the style of the equally emotive Morrissey more than a few times.

Although the band slowed things down for the ’50s-inspired “Down by the Water,” for the most part, the show was a nonstop collection of concise, taut dance numbers, with the sweaty crowd spending the set earnestly attempting to emulate Pierce’s singular moves. But what really whipped the crowd into a frenzy was the Drums’ performance of their song “Money,” with the recession-appropriate lyrics, “I want to buy you something/ But I don’t have any money,” which judging by the response, seemed to tap into some sort of collective angst. It was an excellent synthesis of one of the band’s unique strengths: the ability to weave deadpan, downbeat and lovesick lyrics into something we just can’t help but dance to. —Alena Kastin

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Leslie Turns BAM Feisty in Just Three Songs

November 3rd, 2011

Feist – Brooklyn Academy of Music – November 2, 2011


It wasn’t a club, nor was it an ordinary theater that Feist played last night in Brooklyn, but an opera house. So you might have expected a little bit of decorum from both the musicians and the crowd. But that’s not the way Leslie Feist operates. She turned what could have been a staid “Evening with…” into an all-out cuddlefest with an audience that was all too happy to return the favor. The set started off serious enough with the tribal rhythms of “Undiscovered First.” With stark backlighting, Feist and her band were literally looming shadows over the crowd. On the second song, “Graveyard,” she sang, “Bring them all back to life,” surrounded by eerie red lights, and the stage was set for a full evening of gravitas.

But it was not meant to be, one song later the singer-songwriter urged the crowd to get up and dance, to come up and fill in the chasm between the first row and the stage. With an ever so slight “Can we do that in here?” hesitation, they quickly heeded the call and there was suddenly a bear-hug embrace of crowd and artist. Feist, in working through almost her entire new album, Metals, proved to be the master of the Oh’s and Ooh’s along the way. Her band was solid, and her backup singers—the powerful female vocal trio Mountain Man—stole the spotlight on several occasions. The crowd was in a giddy mood all night, spurred on by Feist’s amiable chitchat that occasionally turned into ad-libbed lyrics directed at the audience. And while those in the crowd were certainly in the mood to dance to songs like “I Feel It All,” it was the slower numbers that brought out the strengths of the band. Tunes like “Bittersweet Melodies” and “Comfort Me” seemed to stretch out each note, letting the music feel the room appropriately.

Finally, though, the up-tempo won out and Feist could hold back no longer: first inviting a still-dressed for-Halloween audience member to dance onstage and then, for the encore, bringing a large percentage of those seated in the orchestra onstage to boogie, gawk and document. As the band thumped its way through a great version of “Sea Lion Woman” entirely surrounded by smiling fans, it was clearly no longer an opera house, but Feist’s house. —A. Stein

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We Were Promised Jetpacks Hit a Home Run

October 31st, 2011

We Were Promised Jetpacks – Webster Hall – October 30, 2011

(Photo: Sean O’Kane)

Showing no signs of wear and tear from a handful of CMJ Music Marathon shows last weekend (or from the tour they’ve since started), Scotland’s We Were Promised Jetpacks played one of their biggest New York City shows yet last night at Webster Hall. There was no struggle to energize the crowd, no wasted time between songs, just an hour and a half of the band totally knocking one out of the park.

After opening with “Circles and Squares,” the first track off the band’s new album, In the Pit of the Stomach, lead singer Adam Thompson told the crowd the next song would “work better with more voices.” Somewhat surprisingly, the quartet then ripped into “Quiet Little Voices,” arguably their biggest and most recognizable song. The fans, bouncing frenziedly, approved. The scene on the floor cracked a smile on the face of the usually focused Thompson, who turned and looked at drummer Darren Lackie as if to say “OK, this crowd is for real,” before finishing the song. A few tunes later, Thompson briefly opened up to the audience, saying, “We’ve been waiting for this gig for a while,” an admission the crowd cheered.

The new album was on display throughout the show, including the first single, “Medicine,” but the more dynamic (and lengthier) songs stood out: With just a simple chord progression from bassist Sean Smith, “Sore Thumb” stayed mostly instrumental until it absolutely exploded after Thompson sang a few lines. And “Pear Tree,” which began like some sort of Radiohead cover, shifted at its halfway point back to the style that has carried this band—a perfect mix of aggression and melody, topped off with drinking-song vocals (and, yes, an accent). —Sean O’Kane

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You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down

October 31st, 2011

Jeff Mangum – Town Hall – October 29, 2011


Jeff Mangum’s story is familiar: A talented young artist creates a masterpiece only to shun the public and seek seclusion. In Mangum’s case, the great work is In the Aeroplane over the Sea and the exile, recently broken, lasted roughly a decade. Like in the case of authors J.D. Salinger and Harper Lee, his fame grew with his continued absence—a compelling narrative. Mangum, however, chose to return, and his sold-out show at Town Hall on Saturday night proved that his fans have never left.

Mangum, dressed in a denim shirt, tan pants and a newsboy cap, began his performance promptly at 9 p.m. His setup, positioned in the middle of the stage, consisted of a chair flanked by four acoustic guitars, each serving a specific tonal purpose dictated by the given song. A particularly twangy guitar was used for the sing-alongs “Holland 1945” and “Two-Headed Boy.” But, the most moving moments came when Mangum used a rich-sounding chocolate brown guitar, which created warm instrumentation as a counterpoint to his sharp vocals.

For it is Mangum’s voice—inflected, emotive and mysterious—that makes his music so compelling. And when he chanted such lyrics, as “I love you, Jesus Christ” from “The King of Carrot Flowers,” the audience could not help but answer the call. Everyone loves a comeback story. —Jared Levy

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Three Sets, Two Bands and a Snowstorm

October 31st, 2011

Medeski Martin & Wood/Antibalas – Terminal 5 – October 29, 2011


What are you dressing up as? It’s the annual question every Halloween. This past Saturday, the night most people were out celebrating, it was New York City itself wearing a costume. The whole city dressed as winter with a crazy October snowstorm. What better way to celebrate a freak storm than with some freak music: Medeski, Martin & Wood and Antibalas at Terminal 5. While some brave folks wore costumes, most in attendance dressed like they were just trying to stay warm and dry, and once the music started, there was no problem there.

Antibalas got the crowd moving with a solid set of Brooklyn-style Afrobeat so that by the time MMW took the stage, no one was thinking about what was going on outside. The trio, celebrating a 20th anniversary, has spent the entire year playing like there’s another 20 years ahead. The set list was by request—fans were invited to choose the songs they wanted to hear most online. The result was a show heavy on groovers almost exclusively from two early albums, Friday Afternoon in the Universe and Shack-man, as well as a great rare-cover bust out of “Psychedelic Sally.” John Medeski was dressed as a sumo wrestler and attacked all manner of keyboards, on songs like “Last Chance to Dance Trance (Perhaps),” with the artful reckless abandon of those massive athletes. Chris Wood was either Uncle Sam or Noel Redding, most likely the latter, but I prefer to think it was the former because he unleashed an arsenal of nasty bass playing like it was his patriotic duty on classic numbers like “Chubb Sub.” And Billy Martin was Cookie Monster, appropriate because he was gobbling up the rhythms on tunes like “Bubblehouse” without care of what kind of crumbs he’d left behind.

As if that weren’t enough, there was a third set with Medeski, Martin & Wood and Antibalas playing together. With 15 musicians onstage, the effect was like dumping out your pillowcase after a night of trick-or-treating. With the colorful array of chocolate and nougat and candy coating, the first reaction was “this might be a little too much.” But once they all started playing, the result was a fabulous Frankengroove merging the best parts of each group. The highlight was a big-band take on the Halloween-appropriate MMW tune “Dracula,” with the lights going purple and dark and the music following into deep, mysterious territory. It was as transcendent as a snowstorm in October. —A. Stein

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Simply the Best

October 24th, 2011

Gillian Welch – Beacon Theatre – October 22, 2011


Gillian Welch’s sold-old performance at the Beacon Theatre on Saturday night was a study in the perfection of simplicity. Welch and her long-time musical partner, David Rawlings, stood side-by-side before a black backdrop on the large stage, empty but for some microphones, guitar stands and Rawlings’ weathered guitar amp—a minimal and striking tableaux. The duo’s musical collaboration on a modern blend of country, bluegrass and Americana is perhaps most remarkable for its ease and comfort. As they performed new material from Welch’s recent album, The Harrow & the Harvest, along with favorite cuts from her catalog and some choice covers, the duo effortlessly harmonized, weaving their guitar (and occasional banjo) lines and voices and into a seamless tapestry.

Some of the evening’s high points included a riveting rendition of “Revelator,” with Rawlings masterfully reaching out his hand to tune a string in the midst of a shredding guitar solo (and still managing to keep time), a lovely rendition of “Hard Times,” highlighting the interplay of banjo and Welch’s delicate voice, and the spirited addition of Welch’s percussive clapping and shuffling of her cowboy boots over Rawlings’ harmonica and banjo during “Six White Horses.” Toward the end of the second set, the duo mixed in several verses of Woody Guthrie’s “This Land Is Your Land” during Rawlings’ “I Hear Them All,” and ended the night with a powerful version of Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit.”

Welch and Rawlings’ performance was proof that the duo needs little more than a handful of instruments and an audience to put on a great show. With these simple elements in place, the stage was perfectly set to showcase the music itself, at times delicate and nuanced and buoyant and cheerful—the most wonderfully complex element of the night. —Alena Kastin

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Windish Agency Bands Play Mercury Lounge

October 24th, 2011

The Windish Agency Showcase – Mercury Lounge – October 21, 2011


Friday night of CMJ, with everyone a little worse for wear, found Mercury Lounge as the home to the Windish Agency showcase, although it may as well have been an echo chamber. The reverberated Gauntlet Hair took the stage in the 9 o’clock slot. The latest of the blog-to-label bands, they parlayed a snapping first single, “I Was Thinking” into an album featuring their trademark high-fret guitar-board strums and slamming drums and bass. Looking a bit like kids who might have run around in a fixed-gear bicycle gang at your liberal arts college, the band played material from their self-titled debut LP, including stunners “Keep Time” and “Top Bunk,” like Dirty Projects cuts that got dropped to the bottom of a backyard swimming pool, all glittering guitars and troubling echoes.

Up next the surprisingly charming Teen (good luck searching for them on the Internet), an all-female five-piece, claimed to be three-fifths sisters and 100 percent Canadian. Now playing in and around Brooklyn, the band was dressed to kill, eliciting drunken commentary from some grungy looking guys in the middle of the crowd, which the quintet handled and dismissed with the deftness of a stand-up comedian. Playing a tight set of dream pop, the band felt like one part Stars, one part Wilson Phillips and one part School of Seven Bells. Seeming to build converts with each passing song (the yelling dudes were now loudly proclaiming their love for the lead singer or maybe the bassist or perhaps both), the ladies in their evening wear proved to be the type of pleasant surprise that CMJ still provides.

We Barbarians, with a considerably smaller sound check and a considerably larger sound, took the stage at 11 as the most energetic three-piece of the festival. Trafficking in the kind of sound that might have kept We Are Scientists from getting kicked off Virgin/EMI, We Barbarians opened with the shimmering “Headspace,” full of banging drums and soaring guitars. Lead singer Dave Quon is a force of nature, even on the allegedly more thoughtful tracks of the band’s most recent EP, Headspace. A drummer sweating through his beard and a singer sweating through his shirt aren’t new semiotics in rock music, but there is something in We Barbarians that feels singular, loud and important. The bands would move on, perhaps to the rest of their tours or to even later showcases, and the echoes of the second-to-last evening of another CMJ would ring out without the help of a delay pedal. —Geoff Nelson

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Two Bands You Shouldn’t Miss

October 21st, 2011

High Road Touring Showcase – The Bowery Ballroom – October 20, 2011

Alabama Shakes

That old E. B. White line about there being three New Yorks, that of the born-and-bred, that of the commuter and that of the transplant, always feels particularly relevant during CMJ, a mixture of hardened music-industry brass, New York City bands hoping to gain national exposure and regional acts making their way to the city in hopes of the same. The 8 p.m. band, Alabama Shakes, at a uniquely focused Bowery Ballroom, represent the second, commuters playing their first New York City gig. Three hours later, UK favorites, Dry the River were making their second jaunt to the city, out-of-towners, jet-lagged and in search of that crack in the US music market. These two transients, a pair of the most compelling acts at this year’s CMJ, plied their craft with a commuters’ intensity: restless, energized and ephemeral, success to be determined by the unnamed music executives and consumers in the crowd.

Alabama Shakes looked comfortably out of place, a warm slice of rustic rock with none of the pretense of NYC bands that traffic in the same influences. There were moments that feel channeled through Otis Redding’s seminal “Try a Little Tenderness” and others where vocalist Brittany Howard—and you simply won’t hear a better voice this year—yelped and pitched with the seasick sublimity of Janis Joplin, broken and perfect and gritty. The band remains largely introverted, save for Howard’s spinning movements around the stage, even on a second-to-last roots-rock jam played for nearly seven minutes. But it’s this band’s more explosive moments that had SPIN magazine name them one of the 25 bands not to miss at this year’s CMJ. Perhaps most important, the e-mail exchange on the Blackberry of a somewhat disinterested gentleman at the upstairs bar. The addressee: Norah Jones. The subject line: Alabama Shakes.

Dry the River, a different form of New York transient, shuffled to the stage to considerably less fanfare just after 11 p.m. and with the baggage of being a major-label act overseas but a beginner to music fans here. Playing their best song, “No Rest,” first, they carried the audience, showing the scatter and wear of day three of CMJ, to the top of the room with the biggest chorus you’ll hear in 2011. Screaming “I loved you in the best way possible” has all the potential to be cloying or overwrought and yet, amazingly, never was. Another single, “Ceremony,” in a kinship relation to this broad-scope refrain, chilled the crowd with the aplomb of a tour-toughened band with a penchant for the grandiose. But it was “Bible Belt,” a song about troubling contradiction, that tied together a UK folk-rock act wistfully reflecting on the American red states and an American red-state original (yes, Alabama Shakes hung around, watching from the front row), a shared vision of having come here for a very specific reason. —Geoff Nelson

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Years Later, Death Finally Arrives

October 19th, 2011

Death – Music Hall of Williamsburg – October 18, 2011


Death was a three-piece hard-rock band from Detroit in 1975, a time when Motown ruled the airwaves and the sound in their neighborhood. After seeing Alice Cooper, the Hackney brothers realized they weren’t going to be another local R&B band. In addition to being a precursor to punk with their hard and fast guitar lines, their name was more than a little challenging, working against any chance they might have had at commercial success. After one single released on their own label—“Politicians in My Eyes” backed with “Keep on Knocking”—the band might have ended their Hendrix meets the MC5 pioneering sound in obscurity.

But great music doesn’t get off that easy, and Bobby Jr. , the lead vocalist’s son, thought he’d heard his dad’s voice on a 7″ at a party years later and their secret was out. Bobby Sr. dug out their unreleased studio recordings from storage and Drag City finally released …For the Whole World to See. Last night at Music Hall of Williamsburg, Death played almost the entire album to a new generation of fans who cleared the center of the floor in an arms flailing show of support. The brothers, who now live in Vermont, constantly thanked the fans, genuinely appreciative of the support of their sister city.

“We always heard New York was talking about what was going on in Detroit, and all we talked about was what was going on in New York.” Openers Cerebral Ballzy on this bill now seemed obvious, a logical descendant of Death, playing exactly the kind of subversive punk they want to play against expectations. It’s the stories behind forward-looking music that keeps those kids in their bedrooms and garages recording, even if it takes 30 years to finally acknowledge an album recorded by three brothers after school as groundbreaking. —Jason Dean