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Trey Anastasio Medals at Terminal 5

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

Trey Anastasio - Terminal 5 - February 16, 2010

Trey Anastasio - Terminal 5 - February 16, 2010
Toward the beginning of the second set of Trey Anastasio’s marathon show at Terminal 5 last night, someone tossed the Phish guitarist a Brian Leetch USA hockey jersey, which he displayed on his amp the rest of the night and then wore during the encore. It was appropriate because Anastasio was playing like an Olympian. From the get-go, it was pure joy, as the mind-probing lights seemed to be induced purely by his smile and energy. Hopping around the stage like a moguls skier, he eased his band into the evening with strong versions of “Push On ’Til the Day,” “Mozambique” and “Gotta Jibboo.”

The Classic TAB, with a horn section and a bass-drums-keys rhythm section backing Anastasio, acted more like a jazz ensemble than a jam band. While it would have been easy for everything to devolve into filler between axe solos, Anastasio has fleshed out this side project with its own fully functioning repertoire. This got mixed up a bit at the end of the first set with an extended solo acoustic sing-along featuring the typically rocking Phish songs “Sample in a Jar,” “Chalkdust Torture” and “Wilson” that was pure joy for musician and audience alike. The second set featured counterintuitively horn-heavy covers of classic-rock staples “Black Dog” (mightily sung by Jennifer the trumpet player) and “Sultans of Swing.”

Still the highlights of the night were when the band relaxed into a groove and Anastasio just shredded. The band reduced to a quartet on songs like “Jibboo” and “Sand”—the bass and drums transforming into gates in a slalom downhill, and Anastasio barreling downhill, gaining momentum and dangerous speeds, with just fractions of a second the difference between gold and crashing and burning. And at the critical moment, the horns would return for a tremendous climax, and there was no question about who would be taking the podium. —A. Stein

Photos courtesy of Gregg Greenwood | gregggreenwood.com

Hot Music on a Cold Night

Monday, February 1st, 2010

Cold War Kids - Terminal 5 - January 29, 2010

Cold War Kids - Terminal 5 - January 29, 2010

On one of the coldest nights the city has seen this winter, the California rockers Cold War Kids rewarded the sold-out Terminal 5 crowd for braving the weather with a stunning set. Bathed in dark purple light, the band crawled through a moody intro while four projectors flashed on square screens behind them. Simple and beautifully melodic, their music started out punchy and brimming with blue notes, which set the tone for the rest of the show. The laid-back “Audience” awoke the fans from their winter coma, while the following “Red Wine, Success!” set the groove.

Jonnie Russell’s raw guitar sound expanded all the way to the top floor of the venue, ringing out clear with nothing more than the most basic distortion. And he belted out awesome harmonies that complemented lead singer Nathan Willet’s unique voice. All the while bassist Matt Maust stumbled around the stage, leaning into his bandmates and kicking at the piano stool when Willet manned the keys. By the time they played “Hang Me Up to Dry”—the biggest single off their first album, Robbers & Cowards—the crowd was screaming with excitement, which carried through to the end of the hour-plus set.

The rest of the show featured much more percussive and fast-paced songs, like a rowdy version of “Something Is Not Right with Me,” highlighted by a horns section erratically stomping around the stage, blaring into any available microphone. Willet and his band then treated the crowd twice more: First, they finished their encore with an explosive version of crowd-favorite “We Used to Vacation.” And second, as the fans trekked back out into the cold, they were met with flyers for a free download of the entire concert they had just experienced. —Sean O’Kane

Photos courtesy of Gregg Greenwood | gregggreenwood.com

Julian Casablancas Returns Home

Friday, January 15th, 2010

Julian Casablancas - Terminal 5 - January 14, 2010

Julian Casablancas - Terminal 5 - January 14, 2010
Everyone was calling Julian Casablancas by just his first name. Near the ticket window it was “Julian” and upstairs in VIP it was a more familiar “Jules.” Opener Tanlines even referred to him as the vaguely messianic “JC.” Apparently New York City assumed it was on a first name basis with the guy who allegedly saved rock and roll from the Lower East Side in 2001. As if winking at 3,000 people at once, Casablancas opened with “Ludlow St.,” an overly sentimental ode to the street he helped make famous. Of course it was also to say that if we thought we knew him, he most assuredly knew us better.

Casablancas, dressed almost head to foot in black leather came to the stage last, a subtle tip to the significance of his return to the city that bore him. After “Ludlow St.,” he directed the band in the wailing and enormous “River of Brakelights,” a song that few outside the first 20 rows grasped or reacted to appropriately. Following quickly with “11th Dimension,” Casablancas turned Terminal 5 into a sea of jumping heads and bobbing angular haircuts. And during “Out of the Blue,” he whipped around the microphone by its cord before ripping through the last chorus. It was the kind of maneuver that said, “I’ve still got it” and “I never really left.”

Of course this return couldn’t be complete without an unscripted ending. After closing his first encore with “4 Chords of the Apocalypse,” Casablancas slammed the microphone to the stage and reached into the crowd with all the magnanimous effect of a messiah. The crowd pushed toward its hero and he seemed visibly affected by this display. Terminal 5 turned on the music and the crowd was supposed to leave. But no one moved. So Casablancas returned, rather sheepishly, saying, “We really were done.” He then played “Tourist,” as if to indicate that even the messiah feels a little weird when everyone tries to know his name. And the crowd, unabashedly, sang along with their Julian. —Geoff Nelson

Photos courtesy of Gregg Greenwood | gregggreenwood.com

Arctic Monkeys - Terminal 5 - December 10, 2009

Friday, December 11th, 2009

Arctic Monkeys - Terminal 5 - December 10, 2009

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Bat for Lashes - Webster Hall - August 12, 2009

Thursday, August 13th, 2009

Bat For Lashes - Webster Hall - August 12, 2009 - Photos Gregg Greenwood

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TV on the Radio - Prospect Park Bandshell - August 11, 2009

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

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Party-Heavy Rock and Roll at Webster Hall

Friday, August 7th, 2009

Eagles of Death Metal/Rival Schools - Webster Hall - August 6, 2009

Eagles of Death Metal - Webster Hall - August 6, 2009
Last night’s Webster Hall lineup of Eagles of Death Metal and Rival Schools was definitely an odd—albeit amazingly awesome—pairing of post-hardcore and party-heavy rock and roll. The NYC-based Rival Schools is composed of former members of noteworthy hardcore bands, yet because the group has released just two albums (United by Fate and Rival Schools United by Onelinedrawing) and has played few shows since forming in 1999, Rival Schools is still shrouded in mystique. “Eyes Wide Open,” the only song that singer Walter Schreifels introduced as a new one—the band is working on a new album—pits strained, almost screaming vocals by Schreifels against soaring, distorted guitars. “Undercover On,” which culminated with some sweet, melodic backing vocals from Ian Love, and “Good Things” were definitely the highlights.

Although the room was full for Rival Schools, between sets it became packed and the crowd grew rowdy. The headliner’s fans are far wilder than the opener’s—and they can’t be blamed. EODM’s sexually charged, party-fueling, garage-y rock and roll songs have titles like “I Want You So Hard (Boy’s Bad News)” and “Whorehoppin’ (Shit Goddamn) I’m a Man.” So, what else could be expected? The show was a hometown affair that brought out a somewhat softer side of frontman Jesse Hughes’s rock and roll persona. Not only did he shout out to his mother, who was watching from the balcony dressing room, but also to his first-born son, an adorable blonde boy who spent most of the set running around the back of the stage, dodging drum sticks. Hughes even brought out a good friend of his for an wedding proposal. Although the mood lightened every so often for these shout-outs, the vibe was never lost, as pretty much everything Hughes said was followed by an obligatory “Can you dig it?” I dug it all. —Kirsten Housel

Photos courtesy of Gregg Greenwood | people.gregggreenwood.com

Jarvis Cocker Feeds and Charms Music Hall Crowd

Friday, July 31st, 2009

Jarvis Cocker - Music Hall of Williamsburg - July 30, 2009

Jarvis Cocker - Music Hall of Williamsburg - July 30, 2009
Mid-set last night at a sold-out Music Hall of Williamsburg, former Pulp frontman Jarvis Cocker reached into the pocket of his white blazer and pulled out a bunch of grapes. True gentleman that he is, he took a break from performing his witty songs to toss the fruit toward the hungry crowd, even attempting (unsuccessfully) to throw a few grapes up into the balcony. Cocker continued pelting us with grapes even as his band began playing the opening bars of the soulful, self- consciously sexy “I Never Said I Was Deep” from his latest album, Further Complications. Moments later, he stripped off his blazer to many squeals from the crowd. Then came his tie, first loosened, and then ripped off with abandon. The crowd squealed more, as if to say, “Hey, we never said we were deep either.”

Though he may excel in the role of unlikely sex symbol, Jarvis Cocker’s music is the real draw. The new album clearly bears the imprint of its producer, the legendary Steve Albini, who seems to have roughed up the songs a bit, adding a satisfying edge to Cocker’s often acerbic, tongue-in-cheek lyrics. Many of the songs on Further Complications have a retro pedigree, such as the saxophone-heavy “Homewrecker!” (wherein Cocker worked himself into a frenzy of flying limbs and twisted his voice into an incensed scream), which evokes a style that would not be out of place on a 1960s episode of Top of the Pops. Call it vintage rock by way of nouveau-Britpop. It’s a winning combination. —Alena Kastin

Photos courtesy of Gregg Greenwood | gregggreenwood.com

Pete Yorn - Webster Hall - July 30, 2009

Thursday, July 30th, 2009

Pete Yorn - Webster Hall - July 30, 2009

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The Dead Weather Lives Up to the Hype

Monday, July 20th, 2009

The Dead Weather - Terminal 5 - July 17, 2009

(Photo: Gregg Greenwood)

(Photo: Gregg Greenwood)

With the hype surrounding the Dead Weather’s heavily rock-pedigreed members, it’s easy to see how the band’s second stop in New York City could turn into an event. Attracting Jay-Z and Kanye West is a testament to the attention they’ve received with their only album barely on store shelves. Friday night’s show at Terminal 5 was added after the first night sold out, but the all-star rock group’s performance was no afterthought. They delivered on the buzz that has been building since their formation in March.

With only enough songs in their repertoire to fill a set lasting barely an hour, the Dead Weather relied on sheer performance to please the crowd. Frontwoman Alison Mosshart impressed as Jack White hunkered over his drum set, lurking in the background while the crowd waited for him to take the spotlight. That tension paid off in full as he crept out from behind the kit to finish the set with an all-out rock version of a Johnny-and-June-style duet with Mosshart on “Will There Be Enough Water?” The crowd erupted the moment White slid his guitar strap over his shoulder. And even the singer stepped to the side of the stage to watch as White ripped a guitar solo. She seemed as starry-eyed as those in the audience watching this growing rock legend.

As great as White’s moment in the spotlight was, the Dead Weather proved over the course of the rest of the set just how good they are as a band and not just as a Jack White side project. Upon returning to the stage for an encore, Mosshart stepped up her already electrically captivating performance and carried that energy until the finish of “New Pony,” nearly collapsing as the whole band screamed “How much? How much?”—fitting lyrics for a band with no end in sight. —Sean O’Kane

Passion Pit - Bowery Ballroom - June 19-20, 2009

Sunday, June 21st, 2009

Passion Pit - Bowery Ballroom - June 20, 2009

Passion Pit’s polished performance at The Bowery Ballroom last Friday delivered the upbeat electro-pop that the group’s growing fan base has come to adore. The intimate venue served Passion Pit well. The group commanded the small space to draw in the mixed crowd of diehards and newbie fans. The set list similarly, and wisely, played to the mixed constituents in the crowd, alternating between überpopular songs like “Better Things” (with which they opened) and “Sleepyhead,” and lesser-known or newer jams like “The Reeling,” the first single off the band’s upcoming, debut full-length album, Manners. The impossibly and impressively high-pitched voice of Michael Angelakos (lead vocals/keyboards) remained crisp and consistent throughout the set and the enthusiasm and energy pulsating from keyboardist Ian Hultquist and samplist/synth-master Ayad Al Adhamy engaged the crowd in a ballroom-wide dance party. The five merry men of Passion Pit rarely stopped smiling throughout the show, and their obvious enjoyment of the music set the tone for the crowd to follow. —Theo Spielberg

Photos (from 6/20) courtesy of Gregg Greenwood | gregggreenwood.com

Metric - Terminal 5 - June 17, 2009

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

Metric - Terminal 5 - June 17, 2009


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Jenny Lewis - Music Hall of Williamsburg - June 9, 2009

Wednesday, June 10th, 2009

Jenny Lewis - Music Hall of Williamsburg - June 9, 2009
Opening for Jenny Lewis last night at the Music Hall of Williamsburg, Deer Tick plowed through a rollicking set of their roots-y, country-inflected rock. Though their sound may pull from a variety of retro sources, the four-piece remind us they have a foot planted firmly in the present by throwing in a nice John Mellencamp cover toward the end of their set. Though perhaps a little dated, there’s really nothing old-timey about the man who wrote “Jack and Diane.”

After strapping on her guitar, Jenny Lewis gave a small curtsy before beginning to play. Much like Deer Tick, Lewis’s songs pull from traditional musical styles—soul, gospel and country—but just when you think you’ve got her pegged as a throwback, one of her lyrics will catch your ear and stand out as the sentiments of an unmistakably contemporary woman. (This emerged most notably on the new song “Just Like Zeus,” a barbed evisceration of Hollywood’s young and vacant starlets.) As Lewis’s expressive voice wove through songs from her solo albums, Acid Tongue and Rabbit Fur Coat, her proficient backing band added harmonica and pedal-steel flourishes.

Before performing “Trying My Best to Love You” with her two female bandmates singing backup, Lewis explained that it was a gospel number and jokingly commented that it was “kind of weird” because all three singers are Jews. The rendition that followed was lovely and soulful. Her music may evoke the past, but as those three modern voices came together in that gospel number, it sounded current. It was a perfect example of Jenny Lewis’s fresh take on deep-rooted music. —Alena Kastin

Photos courtesy of Gregg Greenwood | gregggreenwood.com

A Sound in Need of a Bigger Room

Monday, June 8th, 2009

Pink Mountaintops - Mercury Lounge - June 6, 2009

Pink Mountaintops - Mercury Lounge - June 6, 2009

Pink Mountaintops, singer-songwriter-guitarist Stephen McBean’s offshoot of Black Mountain, is touring behind its recently released third album, Outside Love. The band’s show at Mercury Lounge on Saturday night began with McBean’s soulful acoustic take on “Comas.” So it seemed for about three minutes that it would be a night of quiet music. But the following song, “Axis: Thrones of Love,” was a room-rattler from the get-go. And from there, the music swung between songs filled with lovely harmonies and airy crescendos, like “Closer to Heaven,” and hard-driving rockers, like “The Gayest of Sunbeams.”

In between, the music was spacey and sweeping, but it was always interesting. There was full-on guitar rock followed by heavy rhythm-section-driven tunes. At times there were five singers, sometimes singing as one and at other times in harmony. Pink Mountaintop’s big sound—two guitars, bass, drums, fiddle and keys with some percussion thrown in every now and then—easily filled the place. Hopefully the next time the Vancouver, B.C., six-piece returns to NYC it will be to play The Bowery Ballroom because their sound is worthy of a bigger room. McBean’s passion for his music is obvious, but his stage presence is quite reserved. He didn’t say much more than “thanks for coming” and “take care” to the audience. Instead he let the music speak for itself. —R. Zizmor

Photos courtesy of Gregg Greenwood | people.gregggreenwood.com

A Camp - The Bowery Ballroom - May 26, 2009

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

A Camp - Bowery Ballroom - May 26, 2009

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St. Vincent - Webster Hall - May 20, 2009

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

St. Vincent - Webster Hall - May 20, 2009

Remember Annie? The redheaded rapscallion who sang about bottom dollars? Annie Clark is not that Annie. If “The sun will come out” Annie is high-fructose-corn-syrup sweet, Clark, doing business as St. Vincent, is a whiskey sour: smooth and sharp with plenty of bite. Opening with “Black Rainbow,” off her just-released album, Actor, St. Vincent spent the night bouncing back and forth between a two-headed microphone, each giving her a different “voice.” This was perfect, because she’s got a full-fledged Dr Jeckyll/Mr. Hyde thing going on. One moment the music was polished and arching, dominated by Clark’s vocals and then, without warning, as it was during the opener, it explodes into a cacophony of guitar shredding. Yes, she still shreds.

From there Clark went through most of the album, including a solo stint on “Oh God,” referred to jokingly as a “deep cut.” At times things were a bit rough. It’s apparent that the chemistry between St. Vincent and her band—featuring four guys playing everything from bass guitar to clarinet—is still in development. It’s just the second show of the tour, so expect some growth.

My question is where did all these people come from? It’s like some stop-motion flip book: One moment you’re standing in an empty Mercury Lounge in wonderment at the music coming out of this diminutive woman, then flip, flip, flip you’re at the back of a packed Webster Hall, craning to catch a glimpse of her Gibson. Unfortunately, the energy from the stage often dissipated in the room before it reached me.

The encore was easily the highlight, ending with a retooled “Lips Are Red” that was the pitch-perfect blend of Jeckyll and Hyde. In the end, you may not want to adopt lil’ Annie, but with her lips so red, skin so fair, voice so bold and guitar so fiery, another show at the end of the tour would be nice. —A. Stein

Photos courtesy of Gregg Greenwood | gregggreenwood.com

Animal Collective - Terminal 5 - May 13, 2009

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

Animal Collective - Terminal 5 - May 13, 2009

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