Even the most resolute guy might be tempted to stay in bed and grow some interesting facial hair if he lost his job and his girlfriend in the same week. But if you're a seasoned bass player committed to seven different bands, there's only one logical course of action to take: switch to guitar, write some songs, start a new band, make a record and book a gig with the new lineup. Then stick one of the handful of bands you're already in on the bill, thereby opening for yourself at your new band's first show, which is also your record release party and your old band's last show. Still with me?
Hail To The Keith are a new band led by Keith Lowen, the 24-year-old bassist (formerly of Lifeboy) who currently is on loan to, among others, The Privates, Verde, Rich Creamy Paint and The Comfies. Lowen is part of the current crop of local musicians who, either due to the frequent fizzling-out factor of many bands or a restless disposition, have become habitual band-hoppers. Last Friday night's show at The End, which featured openers Verde and De Novo Dahl, was an almost absurd display of this phenomenon.
Verde eased into a short set of languid, leisurely pop that, for their "unofficial" last show, was done with a considerable lack of fanfare. Singer Andrea Dewese's sugary vocals and disaffected cool gave the performance a kind of dreamy languor. Dewese's strengths are most evident in whimsical, up-tempo numbers like "Silver, Black and White," where she's more playful with her vocal range and at times recalls the fluid sensuousness of Karen Carpenter. Verde's members are splitting up to go in new directions, and one hopes this is the route Dewese pursues.
Hail To The Keith finished the night with a promising batch of jangly pop-rock about "love, life and whatnot." "Don't Prove Me Wrong" kicked off the set with a quiet/loud dynamic, featuring Pixies-inspired riffs from Zach Collier (Mostly Robot) on guitar and easy harmonies from Joel McAnulty (De Novo Dahl). Lowen's easy confidence made the one-mic rotation to frontman seem like an afterthought. After years of playing other people's songs, the six originals that he unveiled demonstrated a penchant for traditional songcraft with punk and pop flourishes. The set reached full-throttle with "In the End," a bitter reproach that kicked in with anguished force, after which Lowen confessed, "Lifeboy wouldn't let me play that song. I've been waiting a long time."
Reasons for howling
Election Night at Springwater was a perfect counterpoint to the dank, intermittently misty weather looming outdoors. Amidst election returns and an impromptu birthday celebration for a member of the audience, the local foursome A Flock of Werewolves called down the voice of their namesakes, breaking through the oppressive sense of political import with a howl.
Lead singer Brent White brings to the group's fuzzy rock sound a theatrical sense of character that feels like a performance artist tightly integrated into the sound of the band (Ann Magnuson and Bongwater wouldn't be too far of a stretch), with an elastic voice that stretches effortlessly from a Bill Murray-ish lounge croon to a death metal shriek. The interplay between the bandmates delivered engrossing tension, leaving the audience off base as to whether crescendos would come with the crack of a snare drum or a fist being thrown.
The songs were short and punchy, sweet and profane, and the contrasts between White's manic magnet of a persona and bassist Christy Anderson's deadpan reactions always added further dimension to what these wolves were bringing forth. It was a shitty night for half the country, but getting properly Flocked made it feel just a little bit better.
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