Cursive swells in small setting

After dragging his mic from the stage to the outdoors, Cursive frontman Tim Kasher sings in the midst of his fans.
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Cursive frontman Tim Kasher.

Like the storm that brewed during their set, Omaha rock band Cursive brought an thunderous ebb and flow of music to the tiny Yellowstone Valley Brewing pub Saturday.

Their first time performing in Montana, the band played to a small but grateful crowd, many finally able to check Cursive off their list of “Must-See Bands Before I Die.”

I saw the band for the first time in a large festival setting in Denver nearly a week ago, and they seemed better suited in the small, intimate venue. Frontman Tim Kasher confirmed my thoughts, saying that they do enjoy playing the smaller venues.

Cursive guitarist Ted Stevens (right) and bassist Matt Maginn.

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“After dragging his mic from the stage to the outdoors, Cursive frontman Tim Kasher sings in the midst of his fans.

During their Billings concert, the band played plenty of fan favorites, including “A Gentleman Caller,” “Sierra,” “Dorothy” and several others from the new album Mama, I’m Swollen, including “From the Hips” during the encore.

As Kasher reentered the stage for the encore, he climbed the brewery’s cooler and performed in the rafters. He also drug his mic into the crowd, performing “Art is Hard” and then moved his mic outdoors to close the set, playing guitar with fans surrounding him snapping photos and grinning like excited children at recess (which I’m very guilty of).

I, as I imagine many long-lost Cursive fans are, have started a new obsession with Cursive that began more than 10 years ago. I know they’ll pick up some new fans along the way, but from the humble nature of this cultishly popular band, the following that propelled them to this spot will never be neglected.

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