So some of us didn’t go to Girl Talk last night, opting instead for the resounding thump of a local band’s kick drum over the beeps, boops and recycled jams of laptop rock. We appreciate a good dance party from time to time, but it’s local rock ’n’ roll that stirs our soul. Here are our notes from The 5 Spot:
Chattanooga’s Bohannons sound like Ghostfinger, only...well, not funny.
They occasionally feature some interesting riffs and wild noodling, but the singer definitely sounds like Geddy Lee from time to time.
We’re not trying to make any accusations, but one riff sounded exactly like Dr. Dog's "The Pretender" off Easy Beat. Just saying.
Hammertorch definitely have their traditional country chops down pat, but a handful of their songs really showcased their capacity to branch out. We’re hoping they follow the ballsy rock inclinations they’ve begun to display.
Despite the ubiquitous, empty crescent of sadness that inevitably forms around so many Nashville stages, we were glad to see one couple dancing throughout Hammertorch’s set.
There was a bit of an exodus before All We Seabees took the stage. Why is it that playing last on a bill is such a curse for local bands? Playing third on a four-band bill or sixth at an 8 off 8th is now the Nashville equivalent of headlining, and this shit isn’t getting any better. Maybe if “rock o’clock” was a little closer to 9:00 rather than 10:30, shit wouldn’t get so discouraging and the headlining band wouldn’t take the stage at 2 a.m. to an empty room. But we digress...
The Seabees are some earnest dudes who play some earnest songs.
We were sad to hear that last night was Katie Gifford’s final show with the Seabees, which sucks, because her voice is pretty stellar.
The material from MKUltra is definitely solid, but we're glad they've kept "Bruin Hunt" (a.k.a. "that Catholic girls song") in their repertoire. That’s a damn infectious melody.