Check out the slideshows for more photos: Au Revoir Simone; Deleted Scenes & The Antlers.
We've been going to rock shows in old Nashville town long enough to know that getting to The End before 10 p.m. usually allows for plenty of time to catch the opening band. And sometimes drink three beers before doing so. But punctuality ruled on Monday night, meaning that all we got to see of local wunderkinds Bows and Arrows was their ability to load amps into a car. (Not bad!) Apparently they went on at the un-Spinly hour of 9:15.
There was a pretty good crowd in attendance--somewhat less of a snake pit than usual, thank goodness, and smartly-dressed. We all got a treat courtesy of Deleted Scenes, who--if they hadn't told us in their introduction--we'd have guessed were either from D.C. or really wanted to be. There was hardly a verse-chorus-verse to be heard in their fidgety, propulsive songs, and they brought some serious heat with their array of delayed guitar, synths of various shapes and neck-vein-bulging vocals.
The Antlers were more, uh...everything than we were expecting, given what we knew of their recorded output going into the show. Louder, bigger, space-rockier, etc. We know people use "bombastic" as a compliment these days, but that's not quite the right word. Epic, maybe. After their set, we killed some time in the smoking court, where a well-lubricated dude in a Ratt shirt asked us, "Why does every establishment in town have a roof and four walls?!" He sounded vaguely oppressed as he said this, as if a wizard had cast a wicked spell on him--"Step not into any establishment that hath a roof and four walls!" Zap!--that was ruining his chance to see Au Revoir Simone.
Speaking of, as the Brooklyn trio set up their wall of keyboards/electronic doo-dads (and one cymbal), a cohort on our left shoulder asked, "Would anyone care if they weren't all cute and from Brooklyn with the Holly Hobbie miniskirts and the Sally Jessy Raphael glasses?" We pondered that as The Pains of Being Pure at Heart winced the night away through the loudspeakers. "Eh," we thought.
We don't know what to say about the trio of Annie Hart, Erika Forster and Heather D'Angelo other than they are awfully pretty--and tall! Just kidding. Their music is not particularly challenging, but as good pop music always does, it transports you to another world--related to this one, but more perfect. We had our doubts when they took the stage, but they brought us along on their magic keyboard ride. Then we got a phone call we can't really talk about and had to leave. Au revoir, Au Revoir Simone. Enchanté.