On a night when a lot of things were out of the ordinary, Doom Lover pulled off something extraordinary. While Jeffrey Vachon sang his heart out, two of his bandmates performed a shadow puppet show that demonstrated the kind of heart this band has. I’ve never seen anything like it in a rock club. I won’t soon forget it.
Oh, Doom Lover can rip it up pretty good, too…
Tonight’s show was advertised as having a vaudeville bent, so seeing an oboe and viola up on stage with Do Not Forsake Me Oh My Darling doesn’t seem that strange. Then again, their performance was preceded by ukulele confessions, gut-wrenching music-as-therapy, a “ventriloquist”, burlesque and Tad McKitterick. My sense of normal might be a bit off right now.
OK. Thanks for clearing that up, Tad.
Sophia Cacciola provided a song about monkeys on the ukulele. Porcelain Dalya and Maggie Maraschino provided some burlesque. Vaudeville night at Precinct lived up to its billing.
Harris Hawk is a volatile collaboration. It threatens to tear itself apart as some sort of defense mechanism. Survival of the shrewdest.
JoJo The Disarmingly Endearing And Incredibly Insightful Poetess* opened a night of vaudeville style entertainment at Precinct.
* Truth in advertising.
It was early in the night when The Russians rolled into Precinct as part of the International Pop Overthrow. The crowd surrendered unconditionally.
Muck And The Mires owned Precinct on Friday night. The closest thing Boston has to The Cavern Club got shaken and stirred by the closest thing this town has to the Merseybeat sound.
Here are Fat Creeps rocking “Cherry” from their new EP at Precinct this past Friday night. You can check out photos from the show right here.
Fat Creeps buzzed their way through another set at Precinct with snappy beats and lyrical wit. Dig it.