The band walk on to The Beatles’ “You Know My Name.”
“Where is My Mind?”
Wow, so early. Heh, it’s the drunken
remix.
“Nimrod’s Son.”
Immediate, strong change of pace.
Heh, the crowd goes wild at “Son of a m’f” and “incestuous union.”
Solid sun jag during “Blown Away.”
“Here Comes Your Man” has a surfer doowop swing that seems
unique for them.
“Motorway to Roswell” has a decent sound, but going nine
songs without saying a word to the
audience is outrageous. All the songs
meander well enough, but I wish I could find some common link, some connection.
I really like the aggressive discordance between “Winterlong”
and “Dead.”
“Mr. Grieves”!! No
clue what it means, but the back-and-forth between the dark vocals and sound is
excellent. First moment of the set for
me.
“Gouge Away”!!! The
green menace that suffuses the lighting, sound, and vocals are outstanding. Slow burn sensation.
Two screamy songs.
The Ramonesy pacing in the second half of the second one is cool.
“Classic Masher” is forgettable. “Monkey Gone To Heaven,” thanks to its lyrics,
is not. Lol: “The devil is six, six; the devil is SIX!”
“Gigantic”!! I really
like the repeated title, the riff in the middle, and the use of the female
vocalist.
Nice: “In The Witching Hour,” “Wave of Mutilation,” “Isla de Encanta” have assured rhythms the whole way through.
Hahaha at Danny’s upper-deck mosh pit during “Saint Nazaire”!!! That’s a first.
Hahaha at the playful scratch-a-thon during “Vamos” and Danny’s
comment on the band’s lack of green: “It may be St. Patrick’s Day, but there’s
no pandering from The Pixies.”
Grade: B
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