The Black Lips returned to the Maxwell's stage to headline their own show while they are on their whirlwind tour of the U.S. with the Raconteurs. Despite the lack of piss, vomit, nudity, male-on-male action and Jack White's presence, it was hectic fun with wall-to-wall energy.
When the Lips came into our musical conscience a few years ago, I was wary of seeing a band that is known for their bathroom antics. If people just go to see them act like assholes, then don't bother playing music. Then when I finally saw them at Siren Festival last year, I finally got the idea of the band and their musical outlook.
They play their brand of 60s garage rock. By the way they dress in their dumpster diving clothes (I dug the Moesha t-shirt worm by Cole) and their instruments looking like they were found on the side of the road, I would catagorize their music as garbage rock. It's sped up 60s garage punk with some surf, zombie and frat rock to boot. It's juiced up "Louie, Louie" for the hipster set.
They look they haven't bathed or changed clothes for weeks, but they'ved embraced their scrappy nature and southern trailer trash demeanor. I think that's why people love seeing them live and mosh away to their heart's content, the band just wants to have a blast and anything beyond that there's isn't much to say. All of the muffled vocals and out-of-tune guitar licks is all part of the wonderful, rambunctious Black Lips party. I highly endorse the filth.
Their music isn't going to evolve from that so youc an get any album -- they'll all be similar. I prefer their live album, Los Valientes Del Mondo Nuevo. Their setlist is made up as they go along, but they made sure to get out tonight "Dirty Hands," "Buried Alive," "Lock and Key" and "Juvenile."
While kids were attempting to crowd surf and girls jumping on stage to freak dance or whatever, I kind of wished I saw some gross stuff or some male loving. I guessed they've moved beyond that, with just some spitting and the crowd throwing beer at them. I figure it's hard to get booked when you are known to pee on the stage. Oh well, I didn't come home smelling like a urinal in the summer time.
Opening up were Black Lips friends Gringo Star, also from Phatlanta, GA. Gringo Star is not to be confused with Ringo Death Starr. Star is in the same vein/mentality as the Lips, they play Nuggets-era garage rock, but they also do some 60s mod rock, surf rock and even a little hill billy honky tonk. I liked how every member could play all the instruments. It was like a game of volleyball, where each team member rotated between in song.