Live Review: the blow, kisses
the blow, kisses
oct. 22, 2013 • wild buffalo
If I had a nickel for every time I listened to The Blow high on drugs in my room or garage I would have exactly $1.45. After seeing them live I can unequivocally say that this experience was much better than my garage or any room in my house for that matter. That being said, by the end of this experience, I am pretty sure I owe the lead singer five cents… or maybe a whole quarter.
Kisses, the band that opened for The Blow, are next-level amazing. They were so good that I would actually recommend buying their music. If you want an explanation you can listen to them on YouTube and decide for yourself.
My assessment for those that were at the show… If you already love The Blow you most likely had best time ever. If you didn’t like them then what the hell were you doing at the show? Everyone in-between probably felt like they walked into an off Broadway one-woman improv show with a shit load of smoke and twirly melodic dance music. Not to say the show was bad but the onstage antics took away from the music that everyone was there to listen to.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but I can concretely say that no one could have envisioned the show that was put on that night. In between rants about the Wild Buffalo’s drapery and a fifteen minute shadow dancing session to a wall, the lead singer mumbled on poetically about random objects she found on stage. ‘Look at this wall.. it’s so soft,’ she revealed to the crowd eloquently describing what seemed to be a very lovely carpeted wall. Several times during the night my eyes would meet with another random concert goers and we would share the same piercing facial express of ‘what the hell are we watching?’ I was overwhelmed with an uncomfortable feeling of awkwardness. Oh… she did crowd surf though…. that was something.
Minus the onstage one-woman carnival, the actual music was perfect. Though, singing karaoke to your own songs isn’t much of an applaudable feat. Everyone danced like baby kangaroos, including yours truly. The music was excellent for a Tuesday night and the performance was above average for a fever dream. Near the end of the show during a song (the name I cannot remember), I could have closed my eyes and imagined myself back in my sweet ass garage smoking a cigarette… making it a cool $1.50.