Boston Rock Photos And Stuff
Hot on the heels of their show at Great Scott, Cooling Towers were a last minute fill-in on a bill at Radio. I was already planing on going to this show, but having this crew on this bill certainly didn’t hurt. I dig their vibe.
Gene Dante is becoming one of my favorite performers in town. Whether he’s playing solo, doing Joan Jett covers in leather chaps or rocking out with The Future Starlets, the guy delivers. He’s frickin’ magnetic.
I know I’m late to the party on this one. Let me have my moment.
It’s Groundhog Day and I feel like I’ve written this post before. You know, the one where I tell you I that think Parlour Bells are pretty great.
Somehow my previous posts singing the band’s praises don’t adequately describe just how good this outfit is getting. Their set at Radio for the Winter Rock Formal was incredible. It was at times dramatic, joyous, haunting and seductive. I wouldn’t mind reliving this one over and over again.
Eddie Japan is probably my favorite band to feature a trumpet.
I don’t mean that as some kind of backhanded compliment. This is a full-on compliment punch. The trumpet is never an afterthought. It never feels tacked on. Eddie Japan have managed to take a decidedly non-rock instrument and weave it into the very texture of their sound. It doesn’t define their sound, but rather compliments it. It’s not an easy thing to do. Eddie Japan do it well. The whole band is aces and plays to the song. Well done, gentlemen.
Broken Wings wrote all of the big hits of the ’80s. I just never realized it. Funny how that happens…
Wait. Something’s not right. Maybe this is all an elaborate hoax. Those accents don’t seem entirely authentic. Hmmm. Either way, it’s good fun.
Camden bashed their way through a set of hyper-pop. These guys aren’t messing around.
Cooling Towers opened their set at Great Scott with “Charlotte”. I love that song. I think we’re going to get along just fine.
The Daily Pravda play retro-modern Britpop with a glam twist. They played their first (non-Bowie tribute) show in a year at Great Scott last Thursday.
A few moments into Cocked N’ Loaded’s set, Andrew Doherty of Motherboar unloaded a can of beer in Kyle Neeson’s face. He must have made contact, because Kyle wound up with a bloody mouth. No matter. This is Cocked N’ Loaded, after all.
Motherboar brought the heavy. That’s what they do.
