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Monday, August 8, 2011

Lollapalooza 2011 day three: Titus Andronicus, The Cars, Lissie & more

By Frank Krolicki

Titus Andronicus (photo: Frank Krolicki)
It's hard to believe Lollapalooza 2011 is already over. My overworked feet and sunburned neck couldn't be happier, but overall I'm kind of bummed that the madness won't be back again for an entire year--I could get used to seeing bands all day in the sunshine. Yesterday I wrote about how I was a bit underwhelmed with many of this year's performances up until that point, but thankfully Sunday came through with some big winners that helped make up for it. It was definitely my favorite of the three days.

Gold Motel (photo: Frank Krolicki)
I started off the day with a bit of Gold Motel, one of my Chicago-based favorites. I'd already seen them a handful of times before so I considered skipping their set since I wanted to see Titus Andronicus, who were starting a half hour later all the way at the other end of the park. That long walk can be brutal, especially in this weekend's extreme heat, but I couldn't bring myself to miss Gold Motel's Lolla debut completely. They're just too much fun. So I decided to suck it up and head over to catch their first few songs before I left for Titus. I saw them play their new single, "Leave You in Love," as well as a couple tracks from their debut album Summer House, and while none of it was new to me it was a good time as always. Frontwoman Greta Morgan tweeted that it was the most fun show they had ever played, so hopefully they picked up plenty of new fans.

Titus Andronicus (photo: Frank Krolicki)
I love when bands that I never cared too much about win me over at Lolla. This year that was Titus Andronicus. I had previously only listened to their debut album The Airing of Grievances and couldn't really get into it, but based on their Sunday afternoon performance I should probably give their stuff another listen. It might have helped that they only played material off of their sophomore record The Monitor, opening with "A More Perfect Union" and energetically blasting through 45 minutes of their anthemic punk. Frontman Patrick Stickles's bratty snarl contradicted his seemingly humble and uber-appreciative attitude--something that made me like the performance even more.

After Titus I headed all the way back to the other side of the fest to take in some of Rival Schools. What I heard provided some good, meaty guitar--something I couldn't find much of on Saturday--but their serious, grungey alt-rock made me feel like it was 1992. The band sounded tight enough, but I kept finding my mind wandering.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Show review: The Pogues, Titus Andronicus at Congress Theater, 3/3

By Matt Ciani

Shane MacGowan of The Pogues
Two generations of punks gathered at Congress Theater on Thursday to mosh and sweat through three hours of booze-fueled intensity, as provided by new-generation Jersey-dwellers Titus Andronicus and classic, Irish shanties of The Pogues. Unfortunately, these two groups were a bit immiscible despite coming from similar scenes.

Titus Andronicus took the stage at 9 p.m. to a largely oblivious audience. “Hello: We’re Titus Andronicus from Glen Rock, New Jersey," mumbled Patrick Stickles, before blasting into the seven-minute opening track “A More Perfect Union” from their most recent album The Monitor. Those there for the New Jersey punks were pogoing and shoving before the first words ever came out of Stickles’ mouth. By the end of the first stanza, they were screaming every word, beckoning “Tramps like us: Baby we were born to die!” before diving into a sing-song version of the screeching guitar part of the epic track.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Show review: Titus Andronicus, Best Coast, Free Energy at Metro 9/18/10


Posted by
Susan Schomburg

Last Saturday's show at the Metro was an intense combination of two especially good tours: mellow, west-coasty Best Coast and opener Male Bonding, and high-octane Titus Andronicus and opener Free Energy.

Male Bonding started the evening with an energetic set of west-coasty, grunge- and punk-influenced poppy rock that was as much fun to watch as to hear live. Singer/bassist Kevin Hendrick danced around his corner of the stage with a wiggly shuffle, drummer Robin Silas Christian seemed to put his whole being into every single hit as he laid down the beat, and singer/guitarist John Arthur Webb acted a bit like an anchor for the other two, primarily standing still while singing and playing, but with contained energy. They played loud, and they played fast. And it was fun.

I'll admit, I wasn't that impressed with Free Energy when I saw them play in town about a year ago. Their sound is still super-70s pop/rock (complete with plenty of cowbell and meedly guitar figurations) and still feels just a little too derivative for me, but wow, this time around, their live show absolutely shone. They have stage presence to spare and filled the Metro's stage with their energetic performance (that, this time around, felt a lot more genuine). Maybe it was that, as singer Paul Sprangers said, "This feels like a big show." Whatever the reason, Free Energy really impressed me this time around, putting on a great live show that I would see again.

When I saw Best Coast play at this year's Pitchfork Music Festival, I remember being surprised at how packed their audience was for so early in the day. Their sound was just okay that day, but in the closed space of the Metro, Bethany Cosentino's mellow, haunting-but-soothing vocals filled the room with good vibes. She told entertaining stories in between songs, but overall, their show is not much to look at--she just stands there, playing guitar and evoking a 60s girl group vibe with her voice and songwriting. They have a heavy surf influence, and give the listener a sweet feeling of nostalgic isolation.

The band I had come to see, however, was Titus Andronicus, and they did not disappoint, churning out tune after infectious, gut-wrenching tune. Like their recordings, their live sound is raw and exuberant and makes you exult in the joy of the moment. They move fluidly from anthemic, sing-along balladeering to pulsing, up-tempo delights in the same song--see, for example, the video of their performance of "No Future, Pt. Three: Escape from No Future" from Saturday's show. They are one of those bands that you don't just listen to, but actually experience, when you see them play live. Highly recommended.


Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Festival review: Pitchfork Music Festival 2010: Best of the fest


Posted by
Susan Schomburg

Titus Andronicus performing July 17 at Pitchfork
The dust has finally settled from this year's Pitchfork Music Festival; for those who went and need some help remembering it, or for those who weren't there but want to pretend they were, I offer you this best-of-fest recap.

Friday's musical delights came from The Tallest Man on Earth, who, armed only with an acoustic guitar and a half-hour of stage time, played a beautiful set of folk influenced by bluegrass and awesome. Liars also made an excellent impression with a live show that included plenty of visual spectacle courtesy of charismatic frontman Angus Andrew.

Saturday's stand-out performances came from live show powerhouses Titus Andronicus (anthemic punk with a wicked live show) and Jon Spencer Blues Explosion (hypnotic blues punk complete with light equipment-smashing thrown into the bargain).

Sunday's schedule was packed with good bands, but there were a few bands that stood out from the pack. Local Natives, who combine Fleet Foxes-esque vocal harmonies with nostalgic songwriting and an exciting live show, were one of the best acts I saw at the festival. Beach House's dreamy, shoegazey indie was also lovely live, and Surfer Blood brought a lot of energy and excitement to their set. St Vincent's live show, although not particularly visually exciting, was so full of beautiful music and the energy that comes with live music performed well that you don't really mind her not dancing around the stage like she was on fire.

All three nights' headlining bands put on excellent shows; for my money, Saturday night's LCD Soundsystem was definitely the best of the three, as they managed to keep the evening's energy up and kept people dancing through their entire set.

In general, Pitchfork always feels like the best-run of the summer festivals to me; they manage to keep the herd of people generally healthy and happy during the three days they're milling around Union Park. I like the location, which is small enough to make it possible to see bands scheduled at conflicting times (less ground to cover between stages) while the stages are set up far enough apart not to have any major problems with sound bleed (when the band on the B stage was actually playing, you could not hear what was going on over at the A and C stages).

A few negative points: people complained a lot about the systems in place for buying alcohol. If you wanted to get a beer at the festival, you had to stand in three separate lines: one for a wristband (to prove you were 21), one for tickets (to pay in advance), and one for the beer itself. I can see why they did it that way; over the course of the festival, it would definitely streamline things not to have to card people multiple times and handle money at the beer tents, but I can also see how frustrating it would be to a person who just wants to get a beer and get back to the music.

Due to the hot weather, the line for the one water station this year was extremely long, to the point that I think many people just gave up on it and went without. The festival staff did their best to keep people safe, handing out water to the people in the audience at each stage (they offered it to people from the stage and from the sound booths), although instead of sharing it, many people just poked holes in the tops and sprayed it over people--which felt good for two seconds, but did not help dehydration. The staff and performers also encouraged people to stay responsible and get plenty of water, wear hats if they had them, and generally stay cool in the heat.

I felt like this year, the timing on the stages in the main festival area (A and C) was much more streamlined; there was hardly any waiting between acts, which meant there was always something entertaining going on. Although this meant it wasn't always possible to get close to acts on both stages, the LED television screens meant you could camp out by one stage during setup without missing the set going on at the other stage. The side stage (B), by having acts booked back to back and nothing going on to distract the audience between performances, seems to have a chronic problem of getting behind schedule.

The people at Pitchfork Fest seem to experiment with their approach to lineups. Last year's "Write the Night" idea--where fans wrote in to request songs for Friday night's bands to play--was interesting, although at times, it made for slightly stale sets, and there was quite a bit of waiting in between the night's four musical acts for setup and sound checks (only the main festival stages were open the first night; the B stage area was roped off). This year's idea, to have a stage devoted to stand-up comedy Friday night, proved more successful. People gathered around the stage, many sitting the whole evening in the shady grove where the B stage is placed each year. It provided a mellow respite from the heat and energy of the musical acts, and was a refreshing change of pace for a music festival. The only problem, remarked on by several of the comedians during their sets, was that of sound bleed from the very loud main stages. It wasn't distinct enough to be particularly distracting, but it was loud enough to know it was going on, and created a somewhat surreal experience of knowing you were at a music festival, yet not watching a musical performance.

Although it is to their credit that the people at Pitchfork always include a few local acts (this year's offerings included The Smith Westerns and Allá), it always feels like a bit of an invasion from elsewhere. Chicago has a lot of really good local music, and it would be nice to see a bigger portion of one of the biggest Chicago-based music festivals featuring local talent next year.

*****
This article also appears on the Chicago Indie Rock Examiner website.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Festival review: Pitchfork Music Fest 2010 Day 2


Posted by Susan Schomburg

Jon Spencer Blues Explosion at Pitchfork

This year's Saturday schedule was particularly packed with slightly overlapping acts--there was generally just enough time to see some of each set, but not enough for all of either.

Kurt Vile's name always throws me for a loop; I'm always expecting something more punk and less psychedelic than I get from his music, but in spite of expectations, I'm never disappointed. His reverb-heavy vocals and mix of electric and acoustic instruments made for a great set on Saturday afternoon. His music has a trippy-but-intense quality that reminds me of the Velvet Underground, a sound reinforced by the foundation laid down by the drummer, who used mallets (not drumsticks) on his kit live, giving the drums a muted, heavy quality that anchored the amplified acoustic and Vile's vocals well.

Titus Andronicus was fantastic. They played their shoegazey punk songs with intensity and conviction, making it worthwhile for the fans who stood in the sun in 90-degree heat to watch them play. And they were entertaining to watch as well as hear; frontman Patrick Stickles, in particular, really drew the eye, jumping and shouting and gesturing, and even hopping down into the crowd to sing for one song.

Chicago's own Smith Westerns more than held their own on the Balance Stage Saturday afternoon with a set of energetic glam rock that locals have come to expect from their shows. Meanwhile, on the Aluminum Stage, Raekwon performed a very entertaining rap set that included a bunch of extremely talented kids breakdancing--leading to more than one audience member saying "Holy sh*t!" as they spun on their heads and did other crazy things I probably will never learn how to do.

Twenty years into their career, the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion is still putting on outstanding shows. Their set was, as their name suggests, explosive, with thick bluesy guitar riffs interlacing and pounding drums pulsing through the whole mix. Jon Spencer in person is even more hypnotic to watch than I was expecting, and he even played some theremin before smashing his mic on the stage at the end of the set.

As hard as I thought it would be for whoever had to follow JSBX in the main festival stage grounds, Wolf Parade managed to hit hard with an opener bombastic enough to not be boring in comparison. Their sound during the set ranged from straightforward indie rock to dancey disco-feeling songs, and overall, it was very easy to dance and move to Wolf Parade live.

Bear in Heaven's live sound was very heavy, with virtuosic drumming, weird 80s-riffic synth and just a hint of psych guitar. They put on a solid set and there were few heads in the audience that weren't bobbing along to their music.

Day Two headliners LCD Soundsystem lived up to their reputation and position in the lineup. Their set was very high-energy, and they got a massive crowd, many of whom were too far to even see the stage, on their feet and dancing for over an hour. The electro-influenced dance punk translated well to an outdoor festival setting, and frontman James Murphy got everybody dancing and clapping and singing along to his songs. The evening could not have ended better.


*****
This article also appears on the Chicago Indie Rock Examiner website.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Long weekend show picks: The Innocent, Titus Andronicus and more


The Innocent play Bottom Lounge tonight

Friday, September 4

- The Innocent at Bottom Lounge - Fronted by one of our favorite local singer-songwriters, Michael Hardey, the Innocent's hook-filled material falls somewhere in-between Americana and college rock. You can check out a full review of the debut EP here. Also with Inspector Owl, The Part V and Crayolala. 8 p.m., $8, 18 and over. More info and tickets.

- The Joans at Schubas - With a musical formula of trashy new wave and garage rock that was devised to channel the spirit (and look) of Joan Crawford, nobody can accuse the Joans of blandness. Also with the Handcuffs and the Wanton Looks. 10 p.m., $8. More info and tickets.

Saturday, September 5

- Dead Meadow at Empty Bottle - L.A.-based neo-psychedelia act Dead Meadow released their fifth album, Old Growth, last year, and are currently working on a live release dubbed Three Kings. Also with Follows and the Great Society Mind Destroyers. 10 p.m., $12. More info and tickets.

- The Frantic at Metro - Chicago pop-punk. Benefit show for Share Your Soles. Also with State and Madison, the Get Go and the Scissors. 6 p.m., $8 advance, $11 day of show, all ages. More info and tickets.

Sunday, September 6

- The Spits at Double Door - Garage punk out of Seattle. Also with Woven Bones and Mother of Tears. 9 p.m., $10 advance, $13 at door. More info and tickets.

Monday, September 7

- Titus Andronicus at Bottom Lounge - Named after the Shakespeare play of the same name, New Jersey's Titus Andronicus have attracted quite a bit of attention with their debut record, The Airing of Grievances, a blend of shoegaze guitars and punk rock spirit. Also with the So So Glos and CoCoComa. 8 p.m., $10 advance, $12 at door, 18 and over. More info and tickets.