Spokane-based indie rock band Paper Mache launched its first tour of 2009 and is on the road drumming up excitement for several new songs. Performing their first Billings show of 2009 last night, the band appeared more gathered and composed than previous performances. Full of life and with a focused sound, Paper Mache’s music swelled.
Shy and yet foreboding, frontman Seth Woodward and his sleek voice projected the band’s lyrically poetic music. Woodward played like he was in a 1,000 seat arena, despite the half-full bar crowd in front of him.
Growing in popularity as a self-made band, Paper Mache furthers the legacy of Northwest musicians: a brand of heart-on-sleeve songwriters marching to their protest songs and leaving diary pages waving in their wake. A hodgepodge of neo-folk and “emo,” Paper Mache is part of a genre of deliberately emotional music advanced by confessional lyrics.
The band is currently on a regional tour. Check their MySpace for dates. They’ll be back in Billings May 6 for an acoustic performance at Hot Topic in Rimrock Mall.
With little ostentation, Billings indie rock band 1090 Club celebrated the release of “Natural Selection” at their local record store last night. Friends, family and fans packed the small independent record store to celebrate the album’s national release.
The band played a scattering of songs from the “Natural Selection,” released nationally March 24 on SideCho Records. Just like their hometown, 1090 members were casual, approachable and appreciative of the local support at the in-store.
“Natural Selection” is the band’s sophomore release following their label debut, “Shipwrecked on Shores.” The new album open with soaring, layered melodies and engaging, brooding compositions, cataloguing the Montana musicians’ coming-of-age. Songs such as “Conversations,” “Hearts” and “Skipping” interject a delicate sweetness amongst the indie rock storm.
Following the album’s release, 1090 Club announced a series of tour dates, including a CD release party at the Railyard April 18.
Tour dates are as follows:
Apr 17: The Badlander w/ Secret Powers, Volumen, BEDM, Missoula.
Apr 18: Railyard w/ Loopian Zu and Flowers From Her, Billings.
Apr 22: The Aquarium w/ Murder By Death, Fargo, ND.
Apr 23: O’leavers w/ The Photo Atlas, Omaha, NE.
Apr 24: Vaudeville Mews w/ The Forecast, Des Moines, IA.
Apr 25: The Roman w/ The Forecast, Kearney, NE.
Apr 26: Hi Dive w/ The Forecast, Denver.
Apr 27: The Railyard with the Forecast, Photo Atlas, Billings.
Apr 28: Union Hall w/The Forecast, Missoula.
Apr 29: Studio 7 w/The Forecast, Seattle.
May 1: The Railyard w/ Murder By Death, Photo Atlas, Billings.
As the clock ticked on and opening act Loopian Zu ran out of jams to keep the crowd entertained, event promoter Sean Lynch wrung his hands together. Watching his nervous face, I began to wonder if Fishbone would make it into town at all. Several hours late, the band finally pulled up to the venue on a frigid Montana evening.
“We’ve been traveling for what felt like 10 hours,” the band’s lead vocalists and sax player, Angelo Moore, said. “This icy, snowy, artic shit…well…we’ve come her for you!” The crowd, decent for a Wednesday but small for a big act such as Fishbone, cheered jubilantly.
Moore, aka Dr. Madd Vibe and founder of Fishbone, introduced the band, which included orignal members Norwood Fisher on bass and John Steward on drums. The lineup also included Rocky George (of Suicidal Tendencies) on guitar, John Mcknight on trombone, Dre Gipson on keyboard, and Fernando Pullum on trumpet.
From the tiny stage in the Garage Pub, the band blasted the crowd with their distinctive sound, a funky fusion of ska, jazz, punk they’ve honed during the last 20+ years. Moore and several other members took turns diving into the crowd, handing the mic around and crowd surfing. Teeming with energy, at one point Moore dived off the top of the club’s speaker stack. Band and audience members alike seemed to revel in the intimate club, (Fishbone was on the “bucket list” of one attendee). Surrounded by longtime fans, Fishbone played long past last call. Continue reading Fishbone fuses funk into frozen Montana night
A sign hung on the Shrine Box Office window last night said it all: “Dropkick Murphys Show Sold Out.”
Inside, standing in line for beer was like being in a mosh pit. The actual mosh pit was enough to make the floor of the Shrine Auditorium (less of an auditorium and more of a high school gymnasium) buckle under the weight of a couple thousand fans. The last time that gym saw that many people, Keith Urban was playing, and his crowd doesn’t do the Riverdance.
With a vengeful opening, the boys of Boston–bagpipes and all–unfurled their Celtic banner and plowed onstage, diving into the red stage lights. The myriad of fans broke into cheers and the band began a engrossing set of boisterous punk rock fused with their trademark Celtic melodies. The seven-piece band engulfed the stage; their lyrics sloshed perfectly with the exuberant crowd and their energy kept the gym buzzing.
A handful of people weren’t there to see the Dropkicks, as evident by their mass exodus following opening band H2O’s performance.
The melodic New York hardcore band, which developed a core following in the late 1990s, recently reformed and hit the road. Ten years older and claiming they’re not on a comeback, the band is touring in support of 2008’s “Nothing to Prove.”
With nothing to prove and a slew of covers ranging from Fugazi to Black Sabbath, the band was 10 years riper, and arguably past their prime.
Recycling the worst parts of the 80s (or the best, depending on whom you’re talking to), many members of the sold-out crowd at Friday’s Girl Talk concert at the Gallatin County Fairgrounds in Bozeman were there for one reason: to dress like was 1982.
Slinky tops with exposed bras, pink fishnet tights, glow-stick bracelets and stunner shades were all the rage. Complete with pink-rimmed sunglasses with baby blue legs, a blonde chatting incessantly with her circle of gals, glitter and glam dripping from them, mentioned proudly, “I got them at Hot Topic.”
Attendees weren’t all leg warmers and leotards, though. The metal-barn-turned-venue was packed to capacity. Some leaned on the ropes that separate the rodeo stands from the dirt floor, some kicked up dust in the arena, and many hung out in the makeshift bullpen for the 21+ crowd.
When Girl Talk’s signature riffs filled the arena, starting with “Once Again,” the crowd let up a cheer. Dashing through the mob, people pushed to get closer to Gillis. A hand-selected group surrounded Gillis on stage; burly bouncers with arms crossed kept the rest of the crowd from doing the same.
Gillis closed with “Play Your Pt. 2” and a lovely sing-along mashup from the 70s and 80s, and then the sweaty crowd filed out of the barn. “I have your shirt,” a guy yelled across the metal building to a girl shambling along in her bra. Others embraced in the aftermath, bathing in their love of modern hiphop mashed with artists making music before many of them were born.
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