I found myself at yet another random show last night that I knew nothing about. I had no clue who the headliner was or who was opening. I mean, I knew the names of the bands but that’s it.
Many of my friends tend to look up bands before they go to a show. They want to make sure they can get into the music and that it’ll be worth their time. I think that ruins all of the fun. I want to be pleasantly surprised at the shows I go to. I don’t want to have any expectations. I just want to go, listen to some new music, and enjoy yet another night of doing what I love.
Last night was a perfect example of a band that I probably would have never gone to see had it not been for the blog, but was pleasantly surprised by the talent on stage and the people around me.
Casey Crescenzo from The Dear Hunter/ Receiving End of Sirens has a very distinctive voice. I didn’t think there was another person in the world with a distinctive voice like that… and then I saw The Awful Truth last night. Brent Colbert, singer, has a voice that made me stop dead in my tracks. There were times where I would have sworn it was Casey on that stage, but it wasn’t. It was yet another amazing local band from up here in the Twin Cities.
Last night was The Awful Truth’s first night playing in the legendary First Avenue building and I hope and pray that it won’t be the last. Not only were the vocals on point, the whole band sounded crisp and clean. Usually when a band has a cello player, that cello player is actually the keyboardist who decided to experiment with a cello and figured out enough notes to play on maybe one song. Last night was the complete opposite. Stephen Sokolouski seemed to be a cello player who decided to experiment with a piano. Unfortunately, the cello was only featured on a few songs but when it was, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Stephen. He played it so professionally and it had such a great tone. That being said, it didn’t overpower anything else that was going on on stage. It was just a nice added feature that you truly don’t get to see much in local bands. To The Awful Truth: Please add more cello!! I seriously could not get enough of it!
The headliner on Wednesday night was J. Fernandez. J. Fernandez seems to be a complete mystery. He was very quiet on stage in-between songs. I couldn’t tell you what the “J” stands for. I couldn’t tell you if his real last name is Fernandez. I can’t tell you who his band was. I can tell you that I truly enjoyed the music coming off of the stage.
Last night J. Fernandez was playing in support of his debut album Many Levels of Laughter. The songs were indie pop but that wasn’t it. There were moments of pure psychedelia and other moments where the vocals fall away and you’re left with nothing but the powerful instrumentation of the music.
It wasn’t exciting music. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t anything that I like, but I enjoyed every single moment of it. The driving baselines matched with the prominent keyboard sound had me intrigued and had me stuck.
The lyrics were all over the place. Sometimes they were funny and relatable, other times you were stuck wondering what kind of drugs he was on when writing and lyrics and how can you get some?
The first opening band was Panther Ray. They treated the audience to some new material. Well, let’s be honest, it was all new to majority of the crowd. But the growing crowd seemed to truly enjoy it. Think The Libertines meet The Kills but without the drugs and with professionalism (not bashing either the Libertines or the Kills, I promise!). Their music was gritty but it was clean which is a very hard thing to do.
Like so many other nights, I had no clue what I was walking into when walking into the Entry last night. I sure am glad I walked through that door.
Venue: 7th Street Entry
Sausage Fest Meter- 5 out of 10
Crowd Surfers- 0
Stage Divers- 0
Broken Bones- None
Overall Score- 7 out of 10
Average Age- 29
Found in the Pit- N/A
Show on Deck- Tongue Party/ Mary Allen & The Percolators/ The Wolf Council/ Mike Mictlan