Potent. That is the one word that comes to mind when describing the Indie-Rock band, Born Ruffians. Don’t let their trendy good looks and stylish charm fool you; these Canadian boys have developed and crafted a sound that will marinate in your bones and urge you to move.
Once Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros began their musical ascension into the realm of unity and peace for all, the crowd did not stop swaying to the rhythm and donating their own instrumentation by shaking the tambourines provided by Edward Sharpe and his gang of musical gypsies.
Concerts for the most part have started to feel more like art galleries instead of performances. Nowhere was this problem more prevalent than at the Doug Fir when Lower Dens took the stage. The band sounded great and I even bought their album after the show, but it honestly seemed like they went out of their way to be disconnected from the crowd.
Having seen Cursive at festivals and medium-sized venues, one gets the illusion that Kasher is untouchable, a god of the stage who is just out of reach. To see him at a bar on the city's north side, nervously strumming through poignant, delicately worded songs he attributes to nobody but himself was something special.
excerpt: From a chaotic beginning to the night at Club Academy Manchester, Carpe Diem managed to prove why they are worth listening to
Those who have never been to an Owen show take note: When Mike Kinsella, the sole creative force behind the project, takes the stage, he does what he wants -- especially in front of a home crowd. This includes, but is certainly not limited to, riffing on audience members, telling shameless jokes about the Ben Roethlisberger sex scandal and putting the mental image of a dog getting a tattoo into the collective head of a room full of people.
There are few things the state of Minnesota is known for to the outsider -- Prince, the Metrodome, the Mall of America, Jesse Ventura. After an explosive sold-out performance at Chicago's Lincoln Hall April 15, it might be time to add Cloud Cult to that list.
"Do you know what kind of bums me out?, the glut of “country fried” rock bands springing up north of the Mason-Dixon line. Have you no sense of history? Have you no sense of geography? It’s akin to a punk band coming out of Beverly Hills. It’s just so wrong on so many levels."