Planet of The Sounds
Jeez. Zounds. Holy man, where to begin. Pabst? Crowd? Nudity? Dance songs? Check. Where to start?
Okay, here’s how it began. I’ve never heard of Action Action, Morningwood or The Sounds, yet I found myself at the concert at St. Andrews Hall tonight. Okay. So, showing up forty minutes after doors open is a bad idea. We were one of maybe fifteen people there for the show. Pabst. $4.00 for a pint. Gin and tonic, $4.00. Yeesh. Went with the Pabst anyhow.
Action Action opened the show, and they sound like everyone else on the damn planet.
Morningwood. Okay. I’d heard one of their songs (The nth Degree) before, and thought “ahh, sugary power pop with chick singer.”. Wrong. What I failed to pick up was their desire to sound like the Yeah Yeah Yeahs if Karen O couldn’t sing very well and their drummer went all Def Leppard. Here’s the magic. Just when you think you’re bored and you want them to leave the stage, the spunky lead singer announces a song about getting naked and asks for people to come up on stage only if they get naked. Well, two young men (boys?) did get up on stage, and for the second time of my life at a rock concert, I have witnessed dick on stage. Holy mackerel, we’re cooking juniper berries now. I think the collected “ewwww” forced Katie Holmes to shit out a baby at just that moment.
With so much going right with this whirling dervish of a show, it seemed as though there was little chance of the night being salvaged.
Before we get into The Sounds, a little background info. They’re from Sweden, they have a female lead singer. She’s attractive. Which led to a debate about what would be the most effective pick up line. "We have some of your delicious candy fish in our car." was selected as the most likely to work. Shut up, we were drunk. The best suggestion was to just charge the stage in the middle of the show, throw her over a shoulder and book it for the exit. Anyhow. Onto the show.
You had me at "Don't Stop, Believing".
I was surprised at how good they were. I actually really enjoyed the show. Before The Sounds walked out on stage the opening to Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" started playing, and they marched triumphantly on stage to it. That's not just a class act, that's genius.
They were awesome and tight live, and the dance grooves had the fat little lesbians in front of us shaking their asses off. I cheered through the whole show without knowing much in the way of their music. The lead singer sounds like Debbie Harry from Blondie, and they sound like an 80’s dance band. Lots of energy live. Almost made up for being assaulted by the image of naked teenage boys being seared permanently into my skull.
In summary: I would go see The Sounds again. Everyone else can wander out into the wilderness never to be heard from again.
Alright, I’m still drunk and heading to bed.
Okay, here’s how it began. I’ve never heard of Action Action, Morningwood or The Sounds, yet I found myself at the concert at St. Andrews Hall tonight. Okay. So, showing up forty minutes after doors open is a bad idea. We were one of maybe fifteen people there for the show. Pabst. $4.00 for a pint. Gin and tonic, $4.00. Yeesh. Went with the Pabst anyhow.
Action Action opened the show, and they sound like everyone else on the damn planet.
Morningwood. Okay. I’d heard one of their songs (The nth Degree) before, and thought “ahh, sugary power pop with chick singer.”. Wrong. What I failed to pick up was their desire to sound like the Yeah Yeah Yeahs if Karen O couldn’t sing very well and their drummer went all Def Leppard. Here’s the magic. Just when you think you’re bored and you want them to leave the stage, the spunky lead singer announces a song about getting naked and asks for people to come up on stage only if they get naked. Well, two young men (boys?) did get up on stage, and for the second time of my life at a rock concert, I have witnessed dick on stage. Holy mackerel, we’re cooking juniper berries now. I think the collected “ewwww” forced Katie Holmes to shit out a baby at just that moment.
With so much going right with this whirling dervish of a show, it seemed as though there was little chance of the night being salvaged.
Before we get into The Sounds, a little background info. They’re from Sweden, they have a female lead singer. She’s attractive. Which led to a debate about what would be the most effective pick up line. "We have some of your delicious candy fish in our car." was selected as the most likely to work. Shut up, we were drunk. The best suggestion was to just charge the stage in the middle of the show, throw her over a shoulder and book it for the exit. Anyhow. Onto the show.
You had me at "Don't Stop, Believing".
I was surprised at how good they were. I actually really enjoyed the show. Before The Sounds walked out on stage the opening to Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" started playing, and they marched triumphantly on stage to it. That's not just a class act, that's genius.
They were awesome and tight live, and the dance grooves had the fat little lesbians in front of us shaking their asses off. I cheered through the whole show without knowing much in the way of their music. The lead singer sounds like Debbie Harry from Blondie, and they sound like an 80’s dance band. Lots of energy live. Almost made up for being assaulted by the image of naked teenage boys being seared permanently into my skull.
In summary: I would go see The Sounds again. Everyone else can wander out into the wilderness never to be heard from again.
Alright, I’m still drunk and heading to bed.
UPDATE:
Better review and a set list for The Sounds over at Webvomit. As always, first and best with music.
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