Saturday, February 12, 2011

Josh Ritter & the Royal City Band: A Welcome Tempest of Sound

Last night, Friday, February 11, 2011, Josh Ritter & the Royal City Band threw down at the House of Blues in Boston on Lansdowne Street. His opener, Scottish Scott Hutchison from Frightened Rabbit, admirably carried an empty stage with his broguish croons and playful banter. It's the first opener I've seen in a long time where the audience was actually plugged in and straining their ears to hear.

Luckily near the front of the stage, my friend and I caught glimpses of Ritter as the back-stage door swung open and shut with busy staff members taking care of last-minute gaffs. We were starstruck (embarrassingly and obviously so) by the omniscient radiance and eagerness scrawled on his sanguine face as he anticipated he and his band's arrival on-stage.

A colleague first introduced me to Josh Ritter through his song "The Temptation of Adam," a lyrically rich story of two lovers entangled in an apocalyptic romance permeated by war. Listening to much of his catalogue in anticipation of the show, I felt sure (and slightly ambivalent about the fact) that the concert would be relatively low-key -- serene guitar strumming and an audience dominated by the female population, aside from the few dudes dragged by their girlfriends for pending doom of Valentine's Day.

False: In terms of the crowd, it was heterogenous both in age and gender. And, though if asked I'm sure they'd deny it today, we spotted some testosterone-crazed frat boys rocking out pretty hard to Ritter's undeniably amorous lyrics. What's more, we were surrounded by folks in their 50s who knew the words to every song. In terms of the ambience: holy. shit. Ritter, true to form, did play some slower songs but, in general, it was an-stage conflagration. How could it not be with a front-man and band like that?

Ritter was sandwiched by Zack Hickman and Austin Nevins, two dependably fantastic guitarists. Hickman, a Salvador Dali doppleganger replete with the wild handlebar mustache, dabbles in guitar, bass, tuba, a little bit of vocal back-up, strings and god knows what else. A Somerville, MA native (what, what) Nevins kept it real with seriously impressive guitarwork, topped off by a regal black Lincoln-esque hat. Then we had Liam Hurley on the drums and Sam Kassirer on the piano, who provided a xylophonically rich backbone all night. Throw in a brilliant brass band that hopped on and off stage periodically, and the result was a show that mushroomclouded the roof off the House of Blues.

Ritter wove his way through beauties like "Cursed," "Harrisburg," and "Lantern." For me, though, the band hit their stride most profoundly through "Rattling Locks" and "Rumors." "Rattling Locks" is an incendiary mad scientist of a song. The band grabs their drumsticks and provides a backdrop of furiously tapping beats, the result an atomic fusion of both jarring and euphonious sound. Ritter goes from shining all American school boy to voyeur peering through a window on a dark and stormy with his ominous voice and sinister lyrics. "Rumors" was a rowdy and feet-stomping time, where the band worked together to create a tempest of irresistible noise, punctuated by the very-true platitude "The music's never loud enough!" to the felicity of the crowd (an f-word which Ritter repeatedly dropped throughout his dialogue, and general stage presence, at the show).

One of the most unique, and special aspects of the show was a little audience participation. In anticipation of this Valentine's Day Brawl tour, Ritter and the band invited fans and concertgoers to send in notes to be read on stage to loved ones. Twice during the show, one of the back-stage guys came out with a hatful of notes sent in, which Ritter read aloud to the amusement of the audience. Alternately hysterical, odd ("I love you like e-coli loves room-temperature beef"), and thoughtful, it embossed the experience as a day of tribute to love, friends and family (whether you're single or not!). Ritter waxed mosaics on the origin of Valetine's Day: men running naked through the streets with leather straps hitting the palms of pedestrian women, the union of Hera and Zeuss, and other possible origins.

In other highlights, the band flirted coquettishly with Talking Heads "Once in a Lifetime" (Same As It Ever Was), paid tribute to our prophetic Velvet Underground with "Pale Blue Eyes," and rounded out the show with "Kathleen," "Galahad" from his new b-side/unreleased LP To the Yet Unknowing World, an Everly Brothers cover "The Stories We Could Tell" with Hutchison, "To the Dogs or Whoever," and, in an ironic gesture in New England in February "Snow is Gone." The brawl continues tonight at NYC's Terminal 5.

You can stream all of Ritter's music on his homepage: http://joshritter.com/


Saturday, January 22, 2011

A Twist with the Fist: Punch Brothers

String band Punch Brothers headlined Somerville Theatre in Davis Square Thursday, January 13th. The talented quintet is composed of Chris Thile [lead vocals, mandolin], Noam Pikelny [banjo], Gabe Witcher [violin], Paul Kowert [bass], and Chris Eldridge [guitar]. All five are, in their own right, vanguards on America’s bluegrass, folk and country scene, but together, they are a powerful, musical maelstrom. With two records under their belt, Punch and Antifogmatic [a term collaged by the band to signify a hard drink consumed at the start of a rough work day], the band is poised to successfully seduce America on their continuing tour.

In a word, pluck. In not only their stage energy and raucously beautiful voices, but in their staggeringly frenetic fingering of their instruments. Thiles’s tenuous voice worked its way through gems like “This Is the Song,” a tune which transports you to a lonely, pensive walk down a foggy moor, and “Alex,” a melodic passage to memories of relationships and risks. For “Don’t Need No,” a track off their newest album, Witcher stepped in on vocals with his deeper, more guttural voice. It was a pleasure – and a tease, as it was the only tune he took the steering wheel on.

It was a tough crowd too, at Somerville’s near century-old theatre. Derrieres were inexplicably glued to seats. There were vagaries every now and then, some hollers and song suggestions, but other than that, the crowd was flatlined. The only moment the crowd registered a pulse was when the Brothers launched into their rowdy “Rye Whiskey.” The Punch Bros prevailed despite the somnambulant ambience.

At first sight, without having heard a note struck, I confess that I was worried the band might be the ultimate amalgamation of the gentleman’s club-frat meets preppy a cappella group. [What’s wrong with that, you might ask? … If you don’t know, you never will!] This was a tough mold to break, but after the first song, I was sold. Punch Brothers was the sound of stones skipping in a stream, the sound of rain on the roof, the sound of boot-swathed feet tapping magnanimously on a hard floor. They’re playing tomorrow, January 20, in Madisonville, TN at the Monroe Area Council. Get your hair did and your ears waxed and check it.

Links:

Punch Brothers Home Page





The Chili Peppers Bustin' Moves and So Many More: 2011 Looks Sunny with 100% Chance of Precipitation in Great Music

This is an EXCITING year already in music. Let's just start with this: For four years, I've convinced myself that the Chili Peppers were never going on tour ever again. This daily, internal monologue-axiom was an effort to stymie any sort of toxic hope that lurked in my bones that they might perform live again. Sure, I heard they were back in the studio ... but with the exit of Frusciante, we had reason to worry that they were shuttered for good, even despite the musical chairs their band has played over the last three decades.

But! now, with Flea tweeting a couple photos taken in the studio and galvanizing the public about the latest album, following their smash double album Stadium Arcadium released back in '06, it's time to allow that ball of excitement to release in my stomach. RHCP is already slated to perform in Osaka Japan, headlining with the Strokes, as well as Rock in Rio this year. Tantalizing.

There are myriad delicious albums to wait for with bated breath this year. Among my most anticipated are the following: My Morning Jacket [THANK you Yim Yames! Evil Urges was sinfully eclectic but it's been too long!], BON IVER [who flabbergasted me by collaborating with Kanye on his new album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (Listen here: Lost in the World)], Jane's Addiction, Radiohead, Wilco, Outkast, Fleet Foxes, Lady Gaga [yikes, Gaga, did I really just throw you in so nonchalantly? Whatever -- I'm stoked!], The Shins. If the White Stripes miraculously tuned up their brother-sister-wify-husband-incestuously confused act, we'd have an apocalyptic royal flush.

Play list:

My Morning Jacket: Touch Me I'm Going to Scream If You Don't, Pt. 2; Bermuda Highway; Wordless Chorus

Bon Iver: Skinny Love; Re: Stacks; Flume

Jane's Addiction: Jane Says (Duh.); Been Caught Stealin'

Radiohead: I Might Be Wrong

Wilco: Jesus Etc.

Outkast: Happy Valentine's Day

Fleet Foxes: White Winter Hymnal

Lady Gaga: Teeth

The Shins: Australia; Sea Legs (*still to this day one of the sexiest songs I've ever heard), Phantom Limb

White Stripes: Jolene; I Just Don't Know What to Do with Myself;