Warning: This post contains rock star encounters and my fan boy reaction.
I'm realizing now that Sons & Daughters are one of those bands that always seem to play New York two or three times a year for the past three years. That's pretty intense being that they need to travel from Scotland and although they are known and enjoyed by you and me, they are not on the CD players and iPods of Joe Schmo Americano.
Saturday night, I revisited the S&D battalion to hear the new tunes off their sophomore full-length, This Gift. They road-tested these tracks last year during their CMJ show in Rocktober, so now that they and we are familiar with it, it was time to put on my best foot-stomping shoes on and knock some sense into the Bowery Ballroom floor.
The Setlist:
- Gilt Complex
- Flags
- Hunt
- The Nest
- Red Receiver
- Rebel With the Ghost
- Iodine
- Taste
- The Last Girl
- Darling
- Rama Lama
- Dance Me In
- Goodbye Service
- Chains
- Encore: Johnny Cash
- House In My Head
The reason to return to Sons & Daughters in 2008 is that This Gift is the album I was hoping they'd make after their EP, Love the Cup. I was kind of let down with The Repulsion Box. It has some good rock tunes, but there are too many dark, meandering songs that weight down the album. Their were aiming for something moodier. This Gift is a full-blown in-your-face and down your throat album full of aggression. This time around, they scored Suede/Tears front man Bernard Butler to produce the album.
"Gilt Complex" is the big, fist pumping, body shaking lead-off that you can rock out to the same way you do with "Johnny Cash" or "Dance Me In." I'm pleased that the album plays to Scott Patterson's strength, his intense guitar playing and deep-gravely voice, especially on "Chains." That big rockabilly/dance number really killed live.
Live, you can always count on them to put on a high-energy show that leaves them sweating and us with messed up hair, and sometimes, smelling like beer. Folks, if you're going to throw your empty cups at the stage like they do in U.K./Scotland, try actually making the stage. Anyway, Adele has always been the dynamo on stage. This time, her stage costume looked was part Girl with the Golden Boots crossed with a glammy cheerleader.
That's always a good place to put your band pass.
I was pretty stroked that S&D chose L.A.'s Bodies of Water to open on this U.S. tour. I had to go to London to find out about them as the Rough Trade shops. Ears Will Pop & Eyes Will Blink quickly made it onto heavy rotation in my listening habits, thanks to the Ennio Morricone style chorus mixed with 60s California psych-pop and big, boisterous rock progressions. It was such an interesting sound that I had to put the album in the Top 20 of 2007. Since then, Secret Canadian picked it up for distribution and the group is already finishing up album No. 2.
Their show is the main-four members of the band, so it becomes, by necessity a stripped-down performance. You still get the big chorus, but you miss some of the extra instruments and production you find on the album. I'll take what I can get. When they asked if anyone had anything particular that they wanted to hear, asked for them to play "Our Friends Appear Like the Dawn." I was turned down. "Not that one." Oh please.
Anyway, please do see them with the Sons when they play your area. You'll be a daisy if you do.
I completely forgot that The Brunettes were in town this week. They played with The Tings Tings at Union Hall on Wednesday and they were added onto this bill. I was at home making a cheesecake for Easter when I looked online at 6pm to see who the first act was to see if I should be there. The Brunettes! Shit ... bake faster cheesecake!
Fourth-time around with these New Zealanders, and a different venue and band line-up every time. They are still a bit under-the-radar even after their last album, Structure & Cosmetics got the Sub Pop treatment. For three year I've been keeping tabs on them, they've toured with The Shins, Rilo Kliey, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah and headlined their own small club tour. Take that Flight of the Conchords. Even though they play to a small spattering of people, I still get a kick out of their bubble gum pop and can-do spirit.
Even on a holiday weekend, they were a few music types in the crowd. Dean Wareham & Britta Phillips of Dean & Britta fame were there early to see The Brunettes. I got sent a copy of his new book, Black Postcards: A Rock & Roll Romance, which is pretty sweet, but it takes me a while to read books. I'll bring it on my next flight, whenever that is.
Also in attendance were fellow Scots, Glasvegas, who are recording their debut album in NYC, but opted out of The Raveonettes tour to focus on that.
So the big deal was when I saw Alex Kapranos walking around the Bowery floor, which makes perfect sense since Franz Ferdinand and Sons & Daughters were attached at the hip for a while on their first tours. I saw him at Mercury Lounge last year, but didn't want to bother him. This time, I had to introduce myself. After the gig, I went up to him and said a bunch of nonsense along the line of, "Big time fan ... saw you at Maxwell's ... flew to Paris to see you with Editors ... I have a blog ... would you like come to my show on April 10th (he'll be back home, so no dice)." No doubt, he was super-sweet and pleased to meet me, we even exchanged guitar picks. I guess were married now.