One song was about a friend who got out of jail and stole a car on the same day. Murder By Death plays down and dirty music that I guess I would call “Southern Gothic.” Their music reminds me of Nick Cave or Townes Van Zandt: dark songs about bad people. A friend described them to me as “cello emo,” which means that he has clearly never listened to them. ![]() Murder By Death were next up, and this was a completely different style than I had just seen. I didn’t see any outpouring of support like I had seen for Frank Turner, though, and for all their effort, I didn’t feel a lot of electricity in the room during their set. They have a decent energy in their music which fed down to the audience, which was bouncy at all the right times. But why judge a book by its cover? The Loved Ones are definitely a competent band, and play a very classic style of punk, but I found them to be a bit unremarkable. When they came out on stage, my first thought was that I had never seen a punk band that looks like they buy their clothes at American Apparel before. Next up was The Loved Ones, a punk band from Philadelphia. When he was done, I thought there was a decent chance that he was the best thing I was going to see all night. ![]() I thought his voice sounded wonderful, but he apologized for a scratchy voice because he “accidentally played three shows instead of one yesterday in LA.” On the album I got, he does have a bright voice, but live he sounded a bit gruff, which I thought served the music well. So he asked if anyone in the audience wanted to play one, and someone climbed up onto the stage to play a harmonica solo. He’s from the South of England, so I imagine it’s pretty rare for him to be playing in San Francisco, and his fans were definitely excited to be there.Īt one point, he called out a friend of his to come up and play a harmonica solo, but his friend wasn’t there. ![]() He had a pretty sizable following for the first act on the bill, with nearly 100-or-so people singing along heartily with just about every song. Either way, I was extremely impressed with him, and I was already listening to his album on the way home. The first opener was Frank Turner, someone I knew nothing about before arriving at The Fillmore, but I ran into a friend of mine who told me that he’s “like Billy Bragg.” That’s a pretty decent assessment of him, although I’d say that Frank Turner’s lyrics run more toward the personal and less toward the political. Four bands on one bill can be a bit much, especially for a Sunday night. As a devoted reviewer, I got there plenty early to check out the three opening bands as well. I missed a couple of chances due to unsolvable conflicts, but last night I finally got the chance. Brian Fallon's headwear was copied throughout the crowdĮver since I was introduced to The Gaslight Anthem and their brilliant breakthrough album, The ’59 Sound, I’ve wanted to see them live.
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