If you haven’t noticed, I rarely care enough to write about new(ish) bands. I’m not sure why… maybe I’m pretentious? Or maybe I only feel compelled to write about artists who have been in my life for a significant amount of time (probably both.) However, this is one of those rare instances where I expected nothing and walked away getting much more than my money’s worth.
My time at Baby’s All Right began with two overpriced Corona and limes. I’ve never been to the venue before, so the calm atmosphere and small behind-the-bar stage caught me off-guard. I walked up to the front row with ease, and was under Ron Gallo’s feet the entire set. The three-piece, named after the lead singer, were both comical and sharp-witted. One second their lyrics were so bizarre they had the whole place giggling, and the next they sounded like slam poetry discussing our ignorance and complacent responses to an ugly world.
I didn’t know how I felt immediately after the performance, but after listening to them on Spotify for the last week and a half I can concur: five stars/would see again/they’ll keep growing in popularity for sure.
Twin Peaks were something else. I say that endearingly. I already knew they sounded like a weird love child between the young Rolling Stones and Green River… but I didn’t know how insane their crowds were. These kids were moshing to happy music and crowdsurfing into the ceilings. I felt triple my age drinking my beers to the side as I let the teens with Xs on their hands rage, which was weird for me. But the show was truly something special.
I love how pretty much every member of the band sings, I love how they interact with their fans, and I love how they put every ounce of energy they have into their songs. I know this because I stood in front of the pianist, Colin Croom, and watched him throw himself to his keyboards (literally he briefly ended up on the floor) harder than anyone I’ve ever seen before.
I’d definitely recommend seeing either of these bands when they’re in your town. I know my opinion is irrelevant, but I’ve never backed bands my age before. So I feel like that should mean something.
P.S. Tell me why I felt more starstruck standing next to Jack Dolan (bassist) than I did with Bruce Springsteen the week before. I hope if I ever meet them again, he doesn’t remember how dumb I sounded. #OhWell