Since The Raconteurs moved it downstairs to the Cannery tonight and tomorrow, more of you may have scored tix to this previously sold-out show. But if you feel like dropping $5 instead of $20, you could check out Danger Bear over at The 5 Spot tonight.
We said this about them when we caught a show recently:
Sunday night local shows are a mixed bag at best. Without a nationally touring headliner, oftentimes you show up to find a handful of hardcore fans nursing their hangovers, refusing to let the weekend die just yet. While The 5 Spot touted an alluring lineup Sunday night, we showed up feeling a bit careworn ourselves, expecting little else than a low-key night of local rock and moderated boozing. What we got wasn't much more, but definitely more entertaining than what was expected. Danger Bear had already kicked off what we learned was their debut performance, staggering through some lazy, shit-kicking country-infused rock 'n' roll. Long, lean and haggardly handsome frontman Jacob Jones serenades with the kind of raspy, hoarse manly-man croon that was scientifically formulated to delineate whiskey-soaked tales of everyday woes and tribulations. They brought an impressive draw for a first-time outing, no doubt in part due to the large number of supportive friends and drinking buddies who continued to shout the band's name at random throughout the evening.
W/Tigers Con Queso & Brooklyn's The Besties--the latter describe themselves as "60's girl groups dry humping 90's pop punk." Not a bad description, but I'd say it references a much frailer, more '90s indie rock than '90s pop punk. Way more Small Factory than Screeching Weasel.