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The Holly Golightly and the Brokeoffs show at The End Wednesday night had some stiff competition. With The Cool Kids and MEEMAW setting up shop across the street, and The Delta Spirit and All We Seabees down on Cannery Row, we had some fine options.
We didn't, however, feel like we had made the wrong choice.
Things got underway with Sammy Stewart and his band who--looking like they came straight from a gaming convention--subjected us to their schizophrenic musical identity crisis, which struggled to traverse territory as wide-ranging as Tom Waits--who only certain people should use as an influence--to Daniel Johnston, with a little bit of a '90s granola vibe thrown into the works. Overall the set, while unfocused, wasn't without potential, and this is obviously a band that are still finding their footing. Their set closing cover of the Breeders "Do You Love Me Know?" was a good redeemer.
The Americana-chic crowd of fedora-ed scarf-rockers had grown to about 60 strong when time came for the Spin's obligatory Caitlin Rose set for the week. Appearing sans Hammertorch, but with fellow troubadess Tristen, Rose once again captivated the usually uncaptivatable Nashville audience with a set whose tender moments were pin-drop quiet and whose more lighthearted moments were met with warm levity. At this point there isn't much to say about Caitlin's skills that The Spin hasn't already said, except for maybe those as a comedian. Her penchant for affable stage banter was particularly 'tude-eriffic on this night. Her cracks at Alison Krauss, college and bloggers all killed.
Not to be upstaged, Holly Golightly and the Brokeoffs featured guitarist/back-up vocalist Lawyer Dave, who has come up with an ingenious six-pedal drum kit that he plays all with his feet while similtaneously shaming any other slide guitar player in the room with his otherwordly pickin' chops. To call him a hyper-coordinated over-achieving multi-tasker would be an understatement. We were blown away, as was everyone else in the audience.
Also in tow was a third member who played both the harmonica and the spoons. Their juke-joint Leadbelly-inspired roots 'n' roll boogie laid the perfect foundation for Holly Golightly's deadpan sexy croon, which wholly haunted her dark tales of star-crossed love, domestic violence, walking with the devil, hell, suicide, murder-suicide, porn, and--for variety--a children's song about escalators. Well done.
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