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We don't want to get into the whole hipster-this-hipster-that discussion again, but we feel pretty confident in saying that the cool kids were not at the tan salon-sponsored showcase this past Monday night. Which is not to say that the cool kids were at The Basement to catch New Orleans pop trio Generationals either. That's not to say the cool kids didn't show up -- 'cause they did -- it's just that nobody was expecting them to play first and, uh, start promptly. Obviously Generationals are not from around here, which honestly is kind of a shame -- their brand of indie guitar shake was right on for where we were at.
First off, they have a lady drummer who sings, which is like a hood pass for our critical ghetto -- ladies who can sing and keep a sweet beat are like kryptonite. Multiply that by a shimmy and a bounce that were more Saturday than Monday and a vibe that was more early summer than snow flurry and dammit, you got yourself a hell of a set. Somebody needs to get these kids back here this spring, when the weather's warm and we don't have to worry about fishtailing our way home across unreasonably icy roads. Generationals were great, but they'd be even greater if we could cut loose. Or feel our toes. We don't own near enough wool socks to keep up with the Winter That Just Won't Fucking End.
San Antonio, Texas, quartet Hacienda are best known as the backing band for Black Key Dan Auerbach's solo tours and it's easy to see why they got the gig -- the group's effortless re-envisioning of classic rock is insanely tight. We'd liken them to Teenage Head-era Flamin' Groovies hijacking Leslie West's Mountain for a Nantucket sleighride while the dudes from Spooky Tooth shotgun Coronas in the back seat. Heavy at times, smooth at others, the four bearded dudes from Hacienda obviously have a deep knowledge of all things rock and the chops to back it up. Let's hope they come back soon.