Boston Rock Photos And Stuff
Boston bands hate when bad things happen to good people. Maybe that’s why they’re so quick to lend a hand. Matt Charette & The Truer Sound helped kick off this show for Sarah Winslow with heaping portions of grit and heartache.
Sometimes you do things for yourself. Sometimes you do things for your friends. Sometimes you do things for your city. Last night was one of those rare moments when you could do all three at the same time. There’s no one I’d rather see kick off a night like that than Brendan Boogie. It pains me to say it, but he’s a good dude. Mr. Boogie brought some of his band, The Broken Gates, down to TT’s to open the For Boston benefit.
You know what I always say: “When it snows, I need to boogie!”* Well, it’s snowing, so I’m off to Radio for Brendan Boogie’s first-Thursday-of-every-month-until-the-end-of-time residency. The band is good great. The puns are bad terrible. It’s exactly what I had hoped for.
* I never have and never will say this. Never ever ever ever ever ever ever. Ever. Never.
Brendan Boogie has an ongoing residency at Radio the first Thursday of every month with his latest band, Brendan Boogie & The Broken Gates. It’s a rocking outfit who play well off each other. Most of the material is new, but fear not. Mr Boogie still knows how to write a memorable tune. You’ll have one or two new favorites by the end of the set.
Cropduster grooves like the outer edges of a whirlpool. It’s a slow, steady draw that eventually plunges you into darkness. Their songs weigh heavy on your soul as you go under for good.
Cropduster have a groove. It’s a dark groove. It’s The Stones at their most stoned. It’s early Pink Floyd on a bad trip. It’s Sleep without the sludge. Cream without the bombast. Damn.
