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Lush Music at The Bowery

Thursday, February 18th, 2010

Daniel Lanois’ Black Dub - The Bowery Ballroom - February 17, 2010

Daniel Lanois’ Black Dub - The Bowery Ballroom - February 17, 2010
While Daniel Lanois and Black Dub played The Bowery Ballroom last night, they were filmed by a cameraman roving around the stage with the images projected onto a giant screen behind them. The black-and-white video gave the effect of watching a documentary film about the concert while it was actually going on—a shaky-cam, true-to-life rendering in real time. It had a nice enhancing effect on the music, a jagged, emotional set of Lanois’ unique dreamlike pop.

The first group of songs was dominated by Trixie Whitley’s vocals. If ever lyrics were belted out, these were. Whitley proved to be more than just a pretty face and a powerful voice as she moved throughout the night from a second drum kit to rhythm guitar and to keys, meshing quite well with Lanois. The real power behind the band came from the rhythm section, particularly Brian Blade on drums, who was the ever-churning, rumbling fuel to the fire. His energy, intensity and insanely proficient chops set the tone for each song. Occasionally the camera would get behind Blade and give a first-person view of what it’s like to make a drum kit bend to your will—a true moment of cinema verité.

Lanois led his band expertly, following the initial Whitley-lead section with an absolutely gorgeous pedal-steel instrumental duet with Blade. It wouldn’t be a Daniel Lanois show without some superlative, haunting pedal steel and he delivered here: The music filled The Bowery, sounding like it was coming from behind and above, like some heavenly music. For the rest of the time, Lanois played straight-up guitar, and the highlights came toward the end of the set with wonderfully drawn out, heavy versions of “The Maker” and “Ring the Alarm.” —A. Stein

Photos courtesy of Greg Notch | photography.notch.org/music

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 | www.gregggreenwood.com

Phantogram Exceeds Expectations

Monday, February 15th, 2010

Phantogram - Mercury Lounge - February 12, 2010

Phantogram - Mercury Lounge - February 12, 2010
It’s an exciting experience to see a new band live. Will the group sound like the music on their record? How will they present their material? Does their appearance match their sound? While these questions—and others—color the perception of a concert, they are ultimately just subtext to the performance. The visceral feeling from the first chord, note, or sound leaves an indelible impression. At Phantogram’s sold-out show at Mercury Lounge on Friday, it was the initial beat of “As Far as I Can See” that silenced doubt and stuck in the crowd’s collective conscience.

Phantogram is the moniker for guitarist Josh Carter and keyboardist Sarah Barthel’s band. Hailing from Saratoga Springs, N.Y., the duo recently released their debut album, Eyelid Movies. In one sense, their sound feels familiar, evoking comparisons to such contemporaries as Beach House and Portishead. But, as their album demonstrates, they also have a unique depth and variety to their music, which sets them apart. On tracks like “When I’m Small,” elements of hip-hop and electronic rock fuse together with Barthel’s soft, beautiful vocals for spectacular results.

Once Carter and Barthel took the stage, following Junk Culture’s set, the crowd swelled in size. How droves of people heard about this rising band is unknown, but judging from the attendance, word is spreading rapidly. In addition to their setup of guitar, keyboard and samplers, Phantogram provided a foot-pedal-activated strobe light and an artistic visual display projected onto a sheet. The accompaniment made for a tremendously dynamic and engaging show. During “All Dried Up,” night shots of a barren highway complemented the dark, serene tune. And so in both sound and appearance, Phantogram exceeded expectations. —Jared Levy

Photos courtesy of Diana Wong | dianawongphoto.blogspot.com

Galactic Brings the Funk

Monday, February 8th, 2010

Galactic - Terminal 5 - February 5, 2010

Galactic - Terminal 5 - February 5, 2010

One of the few things New York City and New Orleans have in common is that each city needs little excuse for a party. Day ending in y? Party! Home team is playing this weekend? Party! So put the finest purveyors of New Orleans funk onstage at NYC’s Terminal 5 on a Friday, two nights before the big game featuring the Saints, and you shouldn’t be surprised by what you get—a big, fat “Who Dat?” fiesta!

Galactic got deep into it from the get-go. It seems they have a new twist whenever they hit the road, and this time was no different with trombonist Corey Henry, of Rebirth Brass Band, expanding the horn section and adding vocals, and Cyril Neville, of NOLA stalwarts the Meters and the Neville Brothers, joining in on percussion and vocals. The boys in the band were more than happy to play backup for long stretches of the evening, ceding the stage to their guests as the set twisted through dark gypsy funk, some hip-hop and plenty of down-home funk.

The unmistakable highlight of the evening came when Tea Leaf Green’s Trevor Garrod and Josh Clark—their band opened and seemed to squeeze a Grateful Dead-show’s worth of music into their generous 75-minute slot—joined Galactic onstage for a couple of tunes that were “by request” from visitors to the band’s Web site. The result was a fantastic detour into some classic rock as Galactic once again became the backing band to their guests, who nailed covers of the Band’s take on the Holland/Dozier/Holland classic “Don’t Do It” and the Rolling Stones’ “Can’t You Hear Me Knocking.” Clark turned the funk party into a raging rock and roll show, peaking with the guitar jam out of the Stones tune, which just may have single-handedly averted the path of the snowstorm coming up the East Coast. —A. Stein

Photos courtesy of Dino Perrucci | dinoperrucciphotography.com

Hot Chip Celebrates New Album in Brooklyn

Monday, February 8th, 2010

Hot Chip - Music Hall of Williamsburg - February 6, 2010

Hot Chip - Music Hall of Williamsburg - February 6, 2010
After four albums, British electropop band Hot Chip is better than ever. The group, consisting of Alexis Taylor, Joe Goddard, Owen Clarke, Al Doyle and Felix Martin, makes synth-heavy earworms that compel your body to move. Their most recent album, One Life Stand, shows wily songwriting and an expansion of the band’s signature sound. Before a European tour to promote the record, Hot Chip made a couple of stops in New York City, including a sold-out show at Music Hall of Williamsburg on Saturday.

From the moment I stepped into the venue, I felt as though I was in a rave. People in the crowd hypnotically pounded their fists to the thumping electronic drum loops. The band, evenly dispersed across the stage, conducted themselves like elder statesmen. Lead singer Taylor delivered his uniquely unassuming and vulnerable vocals while shifting through a number of instruments. Goddard stood stalwart, singing his rhythmically spaced parts. All the while, Clarke, Doyle and Martin created an electronic symphony. The band’s set list displayed their virtuosity and the depth of their catalog. Three songs into their performance, Hot Chip played a rearranged version of “Boy from School” complete with a handclap beat. Although Doyle primarily plays guitar, he complemented the song with his dynamic steel-drum playing.

Weaving through tunes from their previous albums, The Warning and Made in the Dark, Hot Chip cleverly adapted “Ready for the Floor” and brought down the house with “Over and Over.” The crowd was also eagerly introduced to new songs like “One Life Stand” and “Take It In.” After monstrous applause at the end of set, Hot Chip responded with a four-song encore that slowed down the tempo. For a crowd that wildly danced and devotedly sang along, it was a perfect ending to a fantastic performance. —Jared Levy

Photos courtesy of Greg Notch | photography.notch.org/music

Power Trio Rocks Brooklyn Bowl

Monday, February 1st, 2010

Earl Greyhound - Brooklyn Bowl - January 30, 2010

Earl Greyhound - Brooklyn Bowl - January 30, 2010
Some bands just have that look, like they’ve dropped fully formed out of the rock and roll womb onto the stage. Earl Greyhound is one of those bands. On Saturday night at Brooklyn Bowl, with guitarist Matt Whyte rocking the white jeans and Jesus-style hair and beard, bassist Kamara Thomas working the pow-bang, feather-clipped Afro and Ricc Sheridan, gleaming in full glory from behind the drum kit, was there any doubt that these guys were born to play loud, anxious, hard ’70s-anthem rock and roll?

Starting off slowly with newer material off their upcoming album and then easing into the older stuff, this wasn’t some high-fructose concoction, but the real deal sugar-sweet rock and roll. Each song presented the promise of at least a taste, and then the band would back away from the microphones and delve deeply. Sheridan looked like a child at a full-size drum kit—not because he’s a small guy, far from it, but because his drums looked so oversize. It seems impossible that he could match pounding fury with any subtlety behind such a behemoth, but that’s what he did. Whyte sounded at times like he was playing two guitars at two speeds in two different directions, and even if those stretches of glory didn’t last long enough, they still kept me wanting more. On “Monkey,” the last tune of the encore, Earl Greyhound finally fully opened up into a spacey all-out jam that rose above the falling pins and Saturday night din. —A. Stein

Photos courtesy of Jennifer Macchiarelli | www.jennylow.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 | www.gregggreenwood.com

A Wonderful Midweek Memory

Thursday, January 28th, 2010

Bear in Heaven - Mercury Lounge - January 27, 2010

Bear in Heaven - Mercury Lounge - January 27, 2010
It takes a particular assemblage of circumstances to sell out a concert on a Wednesday. You need appealing bands, an inviting space and good timing. Last night at Mercury Lounge these ingredients came together to create a fantastic show. Headliner Bear in Heaven is three months removed from the release of their critically acclaimed second album, Beast Rest Forth Mouth. While they have steadily built a fan base with their anthemic electronic sound, Beast marks the band’s expansion into more accessible pop songs. And, from the looks of last night’s show, this sonic shift is paying dividends.

Openers ArpLine and the Jaguar Club led the talent-soaked quadruple bill. Both bands are based in Brooklyn and show potential, but ArpLine’s excellent guitar work and contagious energy especially caught my attention. (Check them out at their free record-release show at Brooklyn Bowl on February 17th.) Oh No Ono, a psychedelic quintet from Copenhagen, followed—their first show in New York City. The band, both in appearance and song, carries themselves as a ’60s/’70s rock-revival act. Each member seems to stylistically embody a rock star of old. Most notably, lead singer and guitarist Malthe Fischer sports a crazy curly hairdo that could confuse him with Bob Dylan circa Blonde on Blonde. I thoroughly enjoyed Oh No Ono’s entire set, however their cover of Radiohead’s “Weird Fishes” clearly stood out. They captured Thom Yorke’s vocal part perfectly and added their own synth-heavy touch.

Bear in Heaven closed out the night with a tasty sampling of their catalog. The four-piece band, headed by frontman Jon Philpot, showcased their musical dexterity, constantly switching instruments and creating a full, rich sound. With the help of two female vocalists, the group ripped through their soon-to-be-classic take on youth angst, “Lovesick Teenagers,” followed by the rhythmically commanding “Beast in Peace.” As Bear in Heaven finished their set around midnight, Wednesday gave way to Thursday and the night’s performances solidified into a wonderful midweek memory. —Jared Levy

Photos courtesy of Jared Levy

DJ Krush - The Bowery Ballroom - January 26, 2010

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

DJ Krush - The Bowery Ballroom - January 26, 2010

Photos courtesy of Greg Notch | photography.notch.org/music

White Rabbits - The Bowery Ballroom - January 24, 2010

Monday, January 25th, 2010

White Rabbits - The Bowery Ballroom - January 24, 2010

Photos courtesy of Jen Macchiarelli | www.jennylow.com

People Under the Stairs - The Bowery Ballroom - January 23, 2010

Monday, January 25th, 2010

People Under the Stairs - The Bowery Ballroom - January 23, 2010

Photos courtesy of Greg Notch | photography.notch.org/music

What’s Old Is New on Friday Night in Williamsburg

Monday, January 25th, 2010

Free Energy - Brooklyn Bowl - January 22, 2010

Free Energy - Brooklyn Bowl - January 22, 2010
Historically speaking, Brooklyn Bowl is situated on a block that Eastern European immigrants built and is now home to a graveyard of low-lying and almost forgotten brick industrial architecture. It hearkens back to a place that Williamsburg used to be, a place that almost does not exist anymore. Inside Brooklyn Bowl, Free Energy took the stage in front of a crowd loosely packed back to the bar. The Philly band, a mixture of winking and willful influences to 1970s rock, took the stage with a confidence both thrown back in time and very much of the present.

Free Energy quickly dove into material from their coming full-length, Stuck on Nothing. Soon-to-be first single “Bang Pop,” a stomping and instantly memorable cut hung in the middle of the set like a vicious linchpin. Lead singer Paul Sprangers, in the simplest of gray sweatshirts, strutted around the stage like a wiry drum major, leading the crowd through the eponymous chorus: “Bang bang/ Pop pop.” It was rife with classic-rock derivation but, at that moment, no one seemed to notice. In the closing moments, the band played “Free Energy,” with its seminal battle cry of youth, “We are young and still alive/ Now the time is on our side,” and “Something in Common,” with a 4/4 time signature and enough inclusive language to make us feel like we had been through something together.

It was an interesting night: A bowling alley with a music venue inside, a neighborhood, both old and desperately new, and a band, with regard for the past, making music they are confident is enduring. Though it sounded like 40 years ago, we were still young and we were certainly alive. Time wasn’t necessarily on our side but it had been successfully removed from the equation. —Geoff Nelson

Photos courtesy of Jen Macchiarelli | www.jennylow.com

An Odyssey of Growing Up

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

Vampire Weekend - Webster Hall - January 18, 2010

Vampire Weekend - The Bowery Ballroom - January 18, 2010

The four boys of Vampire Weekend took the stage last night at Webster Hall with an enormous screen-printed cover of their latest album, Contra, hanging behind them. The face of the blonde from the 50-foot-high cover art stared ominously out at the crowd. The band smiled winningly and immediately waltzed into “White Sky,” an amphetamine-amped angle on a chord progression from Paul Simon’s “Under African Skies.” If it was a night of influences, it was also a homecoming—an ode to all the chosen parts that made the album art stand five stories high.

It would be a set of contradictions, songs half drawn from their eponymous debut album and the other from their six-day-old sophomore effort. From the outset, the band ripped through “Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa,” “M79” and stand-out live track “Cousins.” Keyboardist Rostam Batmanglij, frontman Ezra Koenig and bassist Chris Baio all all wore blue checked dress shirts, in the kind of gesture that is either hilariously planned or embarrassingly accidental. In the dead middle, the band played the haunting “Taxi,” lit from below, casting huge shadows on the face of their album art. It was impossible not to think of these four as shadow giants, both legitimately enormous and completely inflated in the light of their new celebrity.

After the equally spot-on “Diplomat’s Son,” Koenig thanked the crowd for joining the band on “this odyssey of growing up.” The band then played the opening to “Giving Up the Gun,” a meditation on modernism and the loss of innocence in the face of flux. Of course, as much as Vampire Weekend is different than the band we saw three years ago, they still closed with “Walcott.” It was a song of departure for a band just arriving. In the city that bore them, an unflinching, five-story stare hung in the background and shadows shuffled off to stage right. —Geoff Nelson

Photos courtesy of Greg Notch | photography.notch.org/music

Dinosaur Jr. - The Bowery Ballroom - January 16, 2010

Monday, January 18th, 2010

Dinosaur Jr. - The Bowery Ballroom - January 16, 2010

Photos courtesy of Greg Notch | photography.notch.org/music

A Double Shot of Solo Music

Monday, January 18th, 2010

Brian Fallon - The Bowery Ballroom - January 15, 2010

Brian Fallon - The Bowery Ballroom - January 16, 2010
On Friday night, two frontmen stepped away from their bands to play solo sets before a sold-out Bowery Ballroom crowd. Dave Hause, frontman for Philadelphia’s the Loved Ones, opened the show playing a selection of solo material and Loved Ones songs (like “Living Will (Get You Dead)” and “The Odds”) and a cover of the Explosion’s “God Bless the S.O.S.”

Shortly after Hause left the stage, Brian Fallon, frontman for the Gaslight Anthem—out of New Brunswick, N.J.—appeared. Though he didn’t showcase any of his solo work or new stuff from his band, Fallon did play a great combination of covers (including Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?” and Kelly Clarkson’s “I Do Not Hook Up”) and released TGA material (“Great Expectations,” “The ’59 Sound,” “Blue Jeans & White T-Shirts,” “Miles Davis & the Cool,” “We Came to Dance”).

Early in the set, Fallon said, “When you’re playing with a live band, you try not to ruin it by talking too much. Tonight I’m going to ruin it by talking.” Far from ruining anything, he spoke about bandmate (and show attendee) Alex Levine’s genius-ness, watching Metallica on VH1 Classic and how CCR easily could have been a punk band. Later, when zealous fans incessantly called out song titles, he jokingly asked, “Is this Henry Rollins’ fault?” and laughed about Rollins asking the crowd what they think he should play. The show ended with Hause joining Fallon onstage for four songs, all covers, including the outstanding “Ball and Chain” by Social Distortion. —Kirsten Housel

Photos courtesy of Kirsten Housel

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 | www.gregggreenwood.com

Drug Rug Proves Why You Should See Bands Play Live

Friday, January 15th, 2010

Drug Rug - Brooklyn Bowl - January 14, 2010

Drug Rug - Brooklyn Bowl - January 14, 2010
Pivoting only from her elbow, Sarah Cronin’s arm was nothing but quick flashes across the strings of her guitar. Blues riffs blasted forward in a controlled and precise way, all the while the rest of her body swayed and stuttered around the stage. Contrasted by her much more reserved counterpart and beau, Tommy Allen, the duo and their band, Drug Rug, lit up Brooklyn Bowl last night with a wild display of uniquely charming music.

Even with two full-length albums under their belt, the band still mixed up the live versions of a few songs, turning them on their heads. The once bouncing and energetic “Haunting You” became much quieter and pensive. While the slow burn of “Noah Rules” was prefaced with a much heavier Zeppelin-sounding intro. They even briefly dipped into their unrecorded pool of music, slowing the set with the ballad-like “Dark Hour.”

And while they played through grinning teeth, they even tried out a new song, working out a few kinks on the fly. Fast-paced and fun, the song included a well-placed guitar riff in the chorus that alluded to Queen’s “Crazy Little Called Love.” Drug Rug returned for an encore of “Day I Die,” featuring a musical Chinese fire drill that put Cronin behind the drums and Allen on bass for one last wonderful change of direction. —Sean O’Kane

Photos courtesy of Sean O’Kane | seanokanephoto.com

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