Holy christ almighty does this get me hard.
In recent years a new generation has taken on the blues. They took it, they buried themselves in it and emerged with something amazing. A newly invigorated, stylised and pulsingly enigmatic take on this beloved genre that has been made somewhat inaccessible by the passing of time. We have the success of The White Stripes and Clutch (among others) to thank for this, and believe me I couldn’t be more grateful. So yeah, thanks guys.
I went and saw Brisbane grunge outfit The Boys last night at the Zoo. There was a small but extremely passionate crowd of supporters which is nice for them, though it did feel somewhat like it was only them that were being catered to. That said I really enjoyed the songs they played, and the high level of musicianship showcased by all the members. The stage seemed a little crowded, especially for a grunge band bordering on stoner rock. My head count saw the band numbering 6 with a rhythm and lead guitar, bass player, percussionist, keyboard player and excitable front-woman. It’s probably just my preference for stripped down rock but that seems a bit redundant to me.
Truthfully, before last night, I’d never had cause to go to The Zoo. There had been many tempting occasions, but nothing had quite piqued my interest enough to drag me from my dungeon, stacked high with empty pizza boxes, to go to this venue. However with the temptation of The Pretty Boys, The Brixton Rockers, Blowhard and The Go Set, how on earth could a conscientious music lover such as myself resist the Valley Calling? I couldn’t, so I didn’t.