Check out the slideshows for more photos: Land of Talk; Korean Is Asian & Bows and Arrows.
Thanks to a cold-as-balls Scene company Christmas party at Belle Meade Plantation hosted by our gracious overlords, The Spin arrived at Exit/In just as youthful indie popsters Bows and Arrows were transporting their host of gear offstage. We promise to make it up to the kids in future ink spillage, but, hey, we've seen 'em a handful of times, and we can tell you the exuberant little scamps put on an earnest and solid show of modern shoegaze. Thus, we command you to visit their MySpace profile post-haste.
As Korean Is Asian loaded in with fiddle and steel player in tow, we were happy to see they've reached genuine-country-ensemble proportions. They led off with a rather delicate duet from co-ed frontpersons Jordan Caress and Brian Ritchey that brought the full--but certainly not packed--crowd from bustling to pin-drop quiet at an alarming speed. But thanks to that racist uncle of ours, The Spin is used to abrupt, awkward silences around the holidays.
Sure, Korean Is Asian's down-tempo, epic Americana numbers might not initially seem like an aesthetic match for a bill with the jagged indie rock of Canucks Land of Talk, but Caress' vocals were gloriously smooth, and Ben Martin--a new addition to K.I.A.--is one of our favorite local drummers. So, you know. We managed. They closed with their biggest number dynamically--we think it's called "Please Don't Let Me Go"--featuring a cameo from--you guessed it--the ubiquitous Caitlin Rose.
With a newly added auxiliary member, the now-quartet Land of Talk opened with the jarring, urgent riffage of "Corner Phone," our favorite number from their 2008 release, Some Are Lakes. Frontwoman Elizabeth Powell doted graciously on the local talent for a bit, but that proved to be just about the most she would say all evening. Instead, Powell let her arsenal of axes do the talking while the Nashvillian crowd, per usual, looked on stoically. She effortlessly delivered album-quality vocals as her band kicked out crunchy, bubble-grunge indie numbers with maximum proficiency.
Seriously, even for Nashville, this was one of the deadest audiences we've seen at a rock show in ages. Maybe it was the cold, but as it crept closer to midnight, the eerie silence grew and the audience itself dwindled. Land of Talk played a somewhat reserved one-song encore, which we sat through whilst waiting on the aftertaste of Evan Williams Honey Bourbon to dissolve from our palette. Yeah, yeah: It's Evan Williams (puke)...but it's honey (win)! Very conflicting. And with that, we exited the Rock Block.
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