31 March 2010

Dum Dum Girls, Girls @ the Recher 3/30/10

For the sake of full disclosure, it should go on record that Gary and I fucking hate the Recher. We used to go there for shows when we were in high school, and every trip was the same. Drinking copious amounts of liquor in the parking lot, and then entering the venue and trying to act not drunk in order to avoid dealing with those dickhead security guards. Last night, while walking through the parking lot I realized that I had vomited there on at least three separate occasions, and there's always going to be that one time that we got kicked out. This is a place where the marquee headliner for the month is Uncle Kracker. The kinds of acts that take the Recher stage are normally either Dave Matthews Band cover bands or shitty early '00s nu-metal acts. The only real appeal of going there back then was the fact that it was somewhere he could go to smoke cigarettes. With that being said, we drove down there last night.
I told Gary that we couldn't miss the Dum Dum Girls, and he said "Whatever, fine." This meant having to leave absurdly early since doors were inexplicably opening at seven. We got there at 8:15, and there were approximately 26 people there. More arrived later on, but truth be told it would have been really neat if the show had gone down with only twenty-some people in attendance.
In short, the Dum Dum Girls ruled. Their record had just dropped that morning, and it was the first night of the tour but the set was totally rad. It started off somewhat hushed, but that was only temporary. When I saw the band over the summer it was in name only, since the dude from Blank Dogs and the Crocodiles frontman were playing with Dee Dee and Frankie. Last night, the line-up was different but it was still top of the pops. Not to suggest that it's pop, but rather just to find another way to say it was quite excellent. It's one of those hard-to-explains. Striking. Enthralling. Coolest fucking thing I've heard in awhile. One of those.
Given my limited knowledge, I would guess that they played most of the new album plus the stuff that has been on the EPs. I cannot confirm this, nor can I prove that the bass player was looking in my direction. Gary thinks she may have been.
A few months back, I, like many others, was completely enamored with the Girls record. I spun it often, and it was one of those records that I felt compelled to tell other people about. Going to the show would have been a no-brainer if it weren't for the venue.
Before Girls took the stage, I noticed something. I saw a bro with one of those puffy vests on, like the kind that Raekwon wears his video. I also saw this one asshole in a Guess leather jacket, who earlier had yelled at DDG that they were "fucking hot" and followed that charming barb with "Don't act like you didn't hear me." I may not know much about women, but I know for certain that you don't holler shit at them. You talk to them, like regular people.
Early on during Girls' set, Gary tapped me on the shoulder and said "This is a real rock band." And he was right, there were five dudes on stage and at one point there was harmonica playing. We dug that.
It may have been the area we were in, and it may have been the theatre itself but something seemed off. For all of Girls, the crowd seemed to be comprised of lame MGMT fans who knew the bottom would be falling out for their favorite band of 15 months and that they needed to latch on to a new one and for whatever reason they chose the chill band from San Francisco. The only time they danced was during "Lust for Life", and that same asshole in the Guess leather shouted the whole time during "Hellhole Ratrace". What, just because you know the lyrics you're not an asshole? Not only that, but when the set ended they demanded more songs and the band said "We only know one more, and it's really slow so unless you want to couple up and slow dance we're finished." The middling crowd was having none of it, and five people actually slow danced their way through the closer.
Given the detractions already laid out, it was still a damn good Tuesday night. The openers basically blew the headliners out of the water, but the whole thing was music that should definitely be heard so even though it seemed to end with a tidal wave of lameness it was still convivial. The argument could be made that it was wildly uneven since the first half was totally fucking awesome and the second half wasn't so much, but that can be left underneath the bridge. It was the first night of the jaunt after all, and chances are the other destinations will be exponentially better than the fucking Recher.

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