Although Pete’s no longer sells sweet treats, on this night Ashley and Brodeur nourished us with plenty of delicious ear candy.
Seattle-based troubadour Norsworthy shifts direction on his sixth album, veering into traditional, old-timey blues.
Berkeley, CA-based Lowe’s pretty songs and soothing voice go down easy, like a cup of herbal tea on a Spring morning.
This college-aged New York foursome’s marvelous just-released second LP Warned You is one of my favorite albums of 2013, so these two Greenwich Village shows were eagerly anticipated. Much to my surprise, the band was as convincing and formidable live as on record!
Although this greater New York ethereal trio had to cancel their first February show at Brooklyn’s Rock Shop due to Blizzard Nemo, the band “stormed” back with these two superb follow-up gigs later in the month.
On the first show of their tour, bassist Jason Narducy’s and drummer Jon Wurster’s hefty yet fluid rhythms constantly sent Mould’s propulsive, buzzing guitar to Shuttle launch intensities.
Each of Stringfellow’s previous shows I’ve seen were all analogous in how he strove to achieve an intimate, one-on-one connection with the audience. This early Saturday evening show was no different.
This show marked the 15th time I’ve seen Mission of Burma since their NYC comeback at Irving Plaza in January 2002, and their performance was as pulverizing, unrelenting, and physically exhausting as any of those previous gigs.
The last time this Hungarian group played in New York I had to miss them because of a Buzzcocks show on the same night. So I was glad to have this second chance to see them, even if I had to wait over two years for it.
This Brooklyn trio built up such vigorous, colossal crescendos, I thought Union Hall’s upstairs bocce courts might collapse on top of us.
After headlining Manhattan’s spacious Terminal 5 in front of 3,000 punters last March, here they were eight short months later, playing this much smaller, 400-capacity Gowanus art/performance space.
Even 33 years after the original lineup split, an Avengers show is still, remarkably, a carefree and liberating experience.
For this tour, Sloan trotted out their 1994 second LP Twice Removed, the occasion being its recent box set reissue. Like the previous six times I’ve seen them, this was another smashing performance!
Lotion were one of the best bands in NYC back in the 1990’s, and they still sound better than most current local outfits. Here’s hoping they continue to play once (or more) per year, to keep reminding us of that.
We’ll keep our fingers crossed for that Slowdive reunion, but as these shows proved, Halstead on his own is equally worth making the trek from New Jersey to NYC on two successive nights to see.
In person their music engulfs and entrances you, even moreso than on record. It makes for a distinctive double-whammy of muscle and beauty that keeps getting better with each show.
A zealous crowd of diehards ensured that two-thirds of the main floor was full, so this was far from a bust. Despite the thinner turnout, this was a welcome return from a band that deserves a bigger following here.
Mould seemed so rejuvenated, and his band so on fire, that this was more dynamic and passionate than any prior Mould full-band show I’d seen.
The quiet setting allowed Matt Harmon and Kali Giaritta to take advantage of the intimate room’s natural acoustics, making their attractive trade-off vocals and harmonies resonate.
You could tell that everyone in attendance, especially the many seeing the band for the first time, were electrified – the thunderous applause at the end of the main set was louder than at any past show I can recall.
This free quadruple bill in Central Park, part of CBGB’s inaugural four-day, 300+ band festival, was well worth enduring a few sweaty hours for in the oppressive heat.
Though the fledgling London foursome wasn’t used to playing in such heat, they gamely plowed ahead with another intense performance.
Right from the opening song, the twinkly, jangly guitars of Martin Courtney and Matt Mondanile sounded as soothing as cicadas and wind chimes on a warm, breezy night.
Overall, Litman’s consummate showmanship and the venue’s classy old-style West Village charm made this feel like a quintessential NYC evening out.
Owing to this free show’s last-minute arrangements and the fact it wasn’t even mentioned at the previous night’s sold-out Bowery Ballroom gig, a relatively modest crowd showed up. Yet we were treated to an identical setlist as at Bowery!
This was an ideal opportunity for New Yorkers to catch two of New Jersey’s best power-pop bands for the price of one.
Although I’m not much of a horse racing fan, I was more than enthusiastic for this early Saturday evening “Kentucky Derby party” double bill featuring these two great veteran, female-fronted local bands.
Given the focus on Franklin’s first two solo LPs, the show highlighted his moodier, more ethereal psych-folk side, in contrast to Swervedriver’s full-on blast furnace rockers.
On this final show of their NYC residency, the Los Angeles roots rock quintet treated the modest Bowery Electric crowd to their upcoming third album Ownerless from start to finish.
With a large draped sheet hanging behind them, onto which paint-splattered, kaleidoscopic images were projected, I couldn’t help but feel like I had stumbled into some illicit, impromptu ‘60s psychedelic basement party.
Aided by the Music Hall of Williamsburg’s crystal-clear, punchy sound system, the band delivered another explosive and energetic performance.
Throughout, it was a pleasure hearing Mark and April harmonize together, like on the catchy single “Wait For the Waves,” with that extra special close-knit entwining of voices that singing siblings often have.
Once again, Swervedriver delivered another fantastic, lights out performance that left me feeling awestruck.
What we sacrificed by losing the previous shows’ up-close-and-personal immediacy was offset by the band’s most thunderous, earth-shattering assault yet!
This show was not quite as blistering as the 2010 Seaport gig, which showcased the speedier Bizarro. But the more understated Seamonsters still sounded 10x more hard-hitting in this lineup’s hands.
This tour marked the first time all seven band members have played together in the U.S. Thus, this was an ideal chance to witness their luxurious music performed with all the bells and whistles.
Though this was a short, 35-minute opening set, it was a good opportunity to catch this fantastic new Brooklyn foursome before they embarked on a two-week SXSW tour.
Judging by the lively crowd at the venerated, long-lasting punk club, it seemed like every old school rock ‘n’ roller within spitting distance showed up in eager anticipation of seeing Lure in action. Once again, the band did not disappoint.
For this gratifying set, Ray brought along organist Rory More and drummer Andrew Zammit, who provided just the right shading and color for her distinctive songs.
While not quite as start-to-finish blasting as December’s show, this more well rounded overview still rocked like nobody’s business.
It was a shock that these reunion shows even happened at all, given that Pernice hadn’t spoken with his old bandmates in 14 years. Judging by this sublime show, it was as if no time had passed at all.
It was a pleasure to finally see them on stage again, in support of their beautiful new third LP, Will You Be There With Me.
The band had a more ferocious edge and a newfound punkish roar that, while percolating below the surface before, came out more forcefully tonight.
Hey, if Vivian Girls are willing to risk a minor bout of pneumonia to play a few songs for free on a Friday night, I’m up for it!
So how did they fare, making the sudden jump to this much larger, 550-capacity venue in so short a time? I’m happy to say, much better than most young bands.
The normally chatty Brooklyn crowd, seemingly filled with Mirah diehards, was held spellbound – at times you could almost hear a pin drop.