[Las Vegas, NV] Mojave Desert!
Las Vegas, even better – the desert with beautiful mountains is finally
producing musicians. Well, in addition to The Crystal Method, Slaughter, The
Killers, Panic! At the Disco, and (who-knew-it!) The Clydesdale. I’ve become an
advocate of Las Vegas, like other underdog places I’ve lived (Houston). I was
sitting sullenly on a bench in the back of the room next to a Silent Bob
looking guy, who was annoyingly more sullen than I. It ends up this band was
good – a shoegazey post-punk. And the kind of shoegaze I like – Stone Roses and
not My Bloody Valentine. I love me some The Ponys and their canned vocalizing
was reminiscent. When the other vocalist would sing, they were more Replacements
and 90s-sounding. The standout memory though was the drummer, a robust fellow who
spent 20 agonizing minutes transporting his drumset from the audience floor
(stupid The Know) to the stage, and then arrived behind his drumset to spend 20
minutes shaking his long hair loose and fluffing it like a Latin man god.
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