Live Review: fictions, candysound, super projections, creech

fictions, candysound,
super projections, creech
oct. 25, 2013 • mini house

With a four band line-up scheduled for a foggy Friday night, it seems like The Mini is finding their footing as a house venue. That being said, the show suffered from an equally foggy start time, and I unfortunately missed newcomers to the Bellingham scene, Fictions. Arriving after their short set ended, I was pleased to see familiar faces in the band tearing their gear down, and hope to see the next live performance of their slow-burn, melodic indie rock.
Next was Candysound, who played an energetic and tube-amp busting set. During the final song, the most soul-punching one of the set, half the crowd jostled about wildly with closed eyes and bobbing heads, while the other half in the back watched the first half in awe. Get with the program, second half. Candysound’s new material sounds catchy as hell and certainly creates some buzz for their upcoming album release.
Super Projections’ singer had a voice that soared and stood out over the relatively lackluster instrumentation. With a voice of classic rock sensibility somewhere between Stevie Nicks and the singer of Wolfmother, the music behind it left a little something to be; perhaps more of a focus on structure, dynamics, or additional instrumentation to make it equally as unique as the vocals would be beneficial.
Two words for Creech’s closing set: fog machine. Beyond that, their set may not have been the most energetic- though that is not the type of music Creech creates. The hazy air matched the subdued vocals, the reverbed guitar and the melodies that defy clarity upon first listen. Singer/piano player Rob Paulson’s banter between songs was just the right blend of cynical and humorous, and notably ended the whole night with a boisterous “Hail Satan!”
With so much “pop music trash” by older signed musicians being recycled on the radio just vying to get more airplay, it’s refreshing to hear something new. And it evokes a certain feeling of pride when to see young musicians my age, and I get to think, “damn…..they’re good. They’re making something good and they’re only getting started.” I was impressed with the put together and organized nature of the basement as a house venue: rugs, tapestries, lighting, announcements after the show to peaceably disperse. It seems like a place that will be spoken of with respect and high regard in years to come when perhaps it will close its doors to house shows. People will remember going to the mini to see house shows. They will share their experiences of seeing this band or that. Seeing these talented bands, it feels like we’re living the classics in the present, like the start of something that has exciting potential. As a musician in Bellingham, sometimes I wonder what it must have been like back when Death Cab was getting started and as they were picking up steam. People speak with precious awe of the houses they inhabited while living here, of the ways they affected the scene. Maybe it was something like this.
-Jake Barrow