[from Memphis, TN] There really is
no other musician who has mattered more than Jay Reatard in the last couple of
years. I realize I may say this more often than I should, but for Jay Reatard,
it’s the truth. He reins in diverse aspects of rock into a sound that is all
his own, a sound that encapsulates the fury and angst of frustrated youth. I
envision him as a troubled prodigy who can’t start enough bands to keep himself
sated. His Lost Sounds material is what changed my world, but this night he
played his solo material which is similar but less synthy and gothic. A barrage
of raw garage punk. Unceasingly intense. Which could have been a boring
annoying wall of sound, except that his material is also finely crafted and
well executed. The sound was not what you would call crisp or tight, but it
didn’t displease me. The show ended with two audience members jumping on stage
and attacking him. Rather than an amusing band antic, it was disturbing and
upsetting. Rockboy maintains it was staged, but I maintain that PMS and Jay
Reatard being attacked do not go well together. (Photo courtesy of
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