So Friday night, The Spin was all, “Hey, let’s go see some rock ’n’ roll!” as we’d read recently in a very reputable publication that Nashville isn’t “just country,” and The Spin is just very tired of Spinning just country. And so we stopped in at the home of not-just-country, Mercy Lounge, where the Kyle Andrews band was already in progress.
In the interest of full disclosure, we’d heard Kyle Andrews before: His inclusion in season 12, episode 2 of MTV’s The Real World was a generational touchstone. With that frame of reference, we were all kinds of ready to hear some hyphy computer rock that would have our date teaching us how to “Dougie.” As luck would have it, Kyle Andrews just sang about his feelings.
Now, surely a chick with a name like Cortney Tidwell is going to be just country, because that is totally a just-country name, right? Not right. She sounded like Bjork — but like an American Bjork who joined The Cranberries at an early age, kicked all the members of The Cranberries out, hired My Bloody Valentine as a replacement band and forced them to play sped-up covers of Portishead. That’s just a metaphorical allegory of a comparison of sorts — these guys totally weren’t actually The Cranberries. In fact, most of them kind of looked like the data analysts who work at our day job.
The Non-Commissioned Officers were performing to commemorate the release of their new album Money Looking For Thieves (it’s a metaphor for feelings), and yet it seemed like they were only going to play their stuff from the ’80s. That’s a joke because it seems a good deal of their influences are from the ’80s. It was something like “Higher Love” era Steve Winwood if he hailed from Germany and called himself Falco. It was kind of like when you go see your favorite band from the ’80s and they only play songs from the new album. They played this new thing of theirs from start to finish, and for a healthy-sized crowd listening to a bunch of not-just-country songs they've never heard, folks were pretty damn attentive. It didn’t stop us from singing along — or rather, pretending to mouth the words so our neighbors would suspect we were slightly more in-the-know than everyone else.
As a reward for our patience, we got a little taste of the old stuff. We didn’t know these songs either, so we went to Qdoba to try those new “Street Tacos,” because The Spin can’t resist any food with the word “street” in its name.