[New Orleans, LA] We were heading
out to escape this inferno of soft music – got into a conversation with the
door guys – told them we were only in town for a few nights and looking to see
some heavier music. The door guy assured us the next band would satisfy us – he
was so convincing, we chuckled at the raving fools we’d been and went back on
in. And, of course, the door man was in the next band and we were Not Satisfied.
They described themselves as “horn-driven rock” which was pretty accurate –
maybe New Orlean’s version of a jam band, though I thought that was an
unnecessarily harsh estimation of them from Rockboy. They weren’t that bad – it
was mostly a lack of genre fit. Even if I were really into ragged horn rock,
I’d still say they lacked some polish and finesse. They were college rock, like
OAR - except I like OAR. To continue the disaster that was this night, I
insisted we head down to another neighborhood to see the pre-block-party at Hey
Café! for tomorrow’s block party that I knew was going to be headlined by the
very hard Screaming Females – frantic to prove my obsessive planning bears fun
fruit. We got down there and there was a sign on the door saying it had moved.
Bust - we were done.
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