Siren Fest 2009, Coney Island NY 7.18.09
2009, like most years, was an event first and a music festival second (or third depending on how much you like Skeeball).
2009, like most years, was an event first and a music festival second (or third depending on how much you like Skeeball).
With “80’s synth-pop” being all the rage these days amongst the hipster elite, it’s surprising that Tears For Fears haven’t generated more buzz amongst the Urban Outfitter set. Instead, their show at the Celebrity Theater brought out an aging 40 something crowd to soak in the new-wave sounds of Orzabel and his musical partner – Curt Smith.
Perhaps unsurprisingly for a band referencing a youthful Dylan’s girlfriend, Echo Helstrom is both musically notable (all five in the band are classically-trained musicians) and poetic, writing lyrics that capture one’s imagination. Though they weren’t quite as well suited to lasers (has a band sporting upright bass and violin been accompanied by lasers without being named Pink Floyd?), they did a great job of engaging the audience and creating solid, contemporary-feeling rock.
Jack White’s newest offering stomped into NYC on a humid July night and crunched to a sold-out-fired-up house in Terminal 5. This time the “supergroup” comes equipped with Allison Mosshart from The Kills, Dean Fertita from Queens of the Stone Age and Jack Lawrence best known as playing bass in White’s other “supergroup” The Raconteurs. Before we get to them though, a word or twenty about the opener Screaming Females.
Given the otherworldly atmosphere of The Church’s recordings, it’s an intriguing prospect to anticipate the Australian quartet in concert and find out how they replicate the density of their music in the spirit of the moment.
JJ Grey has often described his music with Mofro as front porch soul. With no juke joints in Charleston, the Windjammer seemed as good a venue as any for the boozy, sweaty, soulful music of Grey and his band. For about two hours, Mofro churned through a representative selection of their catalogue, hitting on highlights from each of their four albums, in addition to a couple choice covers.
Rothbury has the stones. It sees your Bonnaroos and your High Sierras, your Lollapaloozas and, God forbid, your Schwagstocks, and raises you an unmatched experience of otherworldly grace. A psychedelic
In an era where technologically savvy producers can make even the likes of Katy Perry sound decent on CD, it’s always refreshing when an artist’s performance outshines their album. Such was the case with Jenny Lewis.
Glide's AJ Crandall takes us aboard on a detailed four day adventure at Bonnaroo 2009.
Ween may be lying low recently, but that hasn’t stopped one-half of the faux brother duo from picking up his acoustic guitar and hitting the road. As the voice of the group, Gene Ween (real name Aaron Freeman) played two sold out shows at San Francisco’s popular The Independent to a crowd of eager fans. Gene put on a very intimate show that found him altering many fan favorites to suit the acoustic mood of the night. However, the changes found enthusiasm with the fans and Gene was all smiles the entire night.