This was my first time seeing them. Before the gig I told my friend about the band. “That's really cool,” she said, “since the bastard doesn't tour!” I didn't know this. And it was cool. Not because of the nostalgic factor that goes with experiencing favourites live. Because the band was cooking. When I arrived they were doing 16 shells from a 30.06. Extremely danceable, if there were any space to dance. Lie To Me was full of provocation and revelry. The singer used a megaphone for staticky effect on The Ocean Doesn't Want Me and for a siren sample, infusing another song with sounds of the street.
Mike Daley played lead plus bass parts on guitar. Drummer Lowell Whitty switched expertly between rock and jazz rhythms. N Jay Burr's tuba added both melody and bass. Braxton Hicks played enticing sax, clarinet and xylophone. Singer Marty Morin had just the right amount of gravelly and sweet and knew when to punch his delivery.
Clap Hands was the height of the first set for me. Sultry with mysterious riffs on guitar. Each musician seemed to play something completely disconnected from the other and somehow it was beautifully unified. Morin's rasping vocals were a perfect fit. Contrary to the lyrics, for me the music evokes a creaking ship and a ravaged storyteller's face lit by the glow of a cigarette.
The Congregation interpreted the more reflective songs like On the Nickel with sensitivity and grace. As an intro to Ol' '55 Morin pointed out that Waits used to hate the Eagles and call that kind of LA band “fringed jackets” until they recorded that song. “Then he loved them.”
Morin said they had a piece lined up for the finale but they were going to do it “now” instead. Meaning the end the first set. It was Goin' Out West and it sizzled. True grit, allure and poetry.
If I'd had more room to stand I definitely would've stayed for the second set. Next time I'll have to get there early.
TWAC plays Linsmore's Feb. 24th and Castro's Lounge Mar. 3rd.
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| Photo: Moonage Wolf, T-Shirt: Tom Waits' Alice |
