me-thinks, gideons, panther city bandits
the mighty me-thinks wound up closing the show at 6th street live last night. haltom city's pride had a few issues to contend with, including ray liberio's voice blowing out after the second song and a malfunctioning smoke machine that first wouldn't work at all, then blanketed the room in an acrid fog that sent a coupla dozen punters out onto the shiver-inducing patio. sir marlin von bungy's stepping up to claim his rights as the gtrist who plays all the hooks and is starting to solo more, to good effect, if not always audibly due to a muddy mix that owed more to excessive stage volume than it did to anything andre was doing at the board.
gotta give the me-thinks credit for following the gideons, who played yet another best-show-of-theirs-i've-ever-seen on the occasion of drummer/dj/robert wyatt fan terry vernixx valderas' swan song with the band he helped found (he's moving to albuquerque, where he'll continue spinning techno 'n' house and kick the traps with dallas expat reed easterwood's band). with carl pack testifying from behind a pulpit that they found odin-knows-where and augmented by lee allen, whose six-string bass added a heavy stoner vibe to their garage-punkitood, the gideons ripped through a set that included a bo diddleyfied version of the stooges' "i got a right." for yr humble chronicler o' events, it was as big a thrill to see carl pack still standing at the end of the night as it was to be pummeled by his band's pedal-to-the-metal fury.
the panther city bandits, now featuring the ubiquitous matt skates on bass (can josh clark on drums be far behind?), kicked 'em out with their distinctive blend of heartland, celtic, and punk influences. in preparation the j'int's grand opening as lola's next month, wizard o' sound andre edmonson's made further improvements in the light 'n' sound, and they've thankfully moved back some of the tables that were getting in the way when folks wanted to stand up in front (which is how you're _supposed to_ watch a rawk show, kids).
gotta give the me-thinks credit for following the gideons, who played yet another best-show-of-theirs-i've-ever-seen on the occasion of drummer/dj/robert wyatt fan terry vernixx valderas' swan song with the band he helped found (he's moving to albuquerque, where he'll continue spinning techno 'n' house and kick the traps with dallas expat reed easterwood's band). with carl pack testifying from behind a pulpit that they found odin-knows-where and augmented by lee allen, whose six-string bass added a heavy stoner vibe to their garage-punkitood, the gideons ripped through a set that included a bo diddleyfied version of the stooges' "i got a right." for yr humble chronicler o' events, it was as big a thrill to see carl pack still standing at the end of the night as it was to be pummeled by his band's pedal-to-the-metal fury.
the panther city bandits, now featuring the ubiquitous matt skates on bass (can josh clark on drums be far behind?), kicked 'em out with their distinctive blend of heartland, celtic, and punk influences. in preparation the j'int's grand opening as lola's next month, wizard o' sound andre edmonson's made further improvements in the light 'n' sound, and they've thankfully moved back some of the tables that were getting in the way when folks wanted to stand up in front (which is how you're _supposed to_ watch a rawk show, kids).
posted by stashdauber at 8:24 AM
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Thanks, Ken. My ears will never be the same. -Blake
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