July 30, 2011

Cloud Cult @ Orchestra Hall and Ike Reilly Assassination @ First Avenue (Concert Review)

Three weeks ago I was at Orchestra Hall for the opening of Sommerfest and an evening of Waltzes. While enjoyable, it was a tad stuffy at times...what you'd expect when you're the youngest one in the crowd by 25 years listening to centuries old pieces. Last night was decidedly more hip and saw a median age that didn't remember watching the moon landing live, as Cloud Cult brought their robust sound to the typically understated room.

Caroline Smith opened up the show with a half-dozen songs over the course of 25 minutes, introducing herself to what seemed like many new fans. Her poise and booming voice are almost unmatched on the local scene, and her performance last night, most notably a stunning cover of Bonnie Raitt's "I Can't Make You Love Me," proved exactly that.

Next was Cloud Cult, who understood Orchestra Hall's penchant for breaking up performances into several sections. The first 45 minutes of the set didn't catch the band taking a single break...songs flowed seamlessly, all tied together with a recurring Light Chasers theme (their latest album). Anyone that has seen Cloud Cult lately may have found it curious that they busted out "There's So Much Energy in Us" as their second song of the evening. The 7+ minute epic has been a staple closer of their live sets, but here they gave us one of the most emotional and uplifting songs in their catalog to essentially kick off the show.  Shortly thereafter, we were treated to one of their recent singles, the churning push of "Running With the Wolves," which was accompanied by a lovely stop-motion animated video on the mammoth screen behind the band. This became a recurring theme throughout the evening as another 3-4 songs had their own specially created videos as well.



After the monstrous 45-minute song weaving kicked off the show, frontman Craig Minowa admitted that they had to do an acoustic set to take advantage of the beautiful room. As the crowd took their seats (yes, an Orchestra Hall crowd had been standing), Minowa made it known how special it was that his 95 year old Grandma was in the crowd. After he encouraged her to stand up and wave, he jumped right into a touching song about his Grandpa, her late husband. While the beginning of the show focused heavily on new material, the acoustic portion featured all pre-Light Chasers songs, stripped down to perfection. If pushed for a highlight, it'd be hard to ignore the cleverness of "The Ghost Inside Your House." Back in January, Cloud Cult was supposed to play The Current's 6th Birthday Party, but those plans were derailed after Minowa's health scare (which has since been rectified). Trampled by Turtles filled in admirably for Cloud Cult, and even did their own rendition of the aforementioned song to pay tribute. According to Minowa, he and his bandmates liked it so much that they decided to play it that way from now on. While it lacked the banjo and a few other bluegrass elements that TbT is know for, Cloud Cult still presented it commendably, along with a thoughtful tip of the hat.

Cloud Cult picked up the energy one last time before heading off the stage, but it wasn't until they came out for the first of two encores that you began to realize how much the crowd really loved them. As they walked back onstage, all 8 members (painters included) seemed to take a mental snapshot of what they saw in front of them. Minowa said that they didn't know what to expect from an Orchestra Hall show ("would people clap?") and that this crowd blew away any expectations that they could even dream. He continued in typical uplifting Cloud Cult fashion, inviting the crowd to sing along (and consciously remember their deceased loved ones) with the reflective "Dance for the Dead." After losing my Mom a little over two months ago, I held this sentiment especially close, and found myself tearfully chanting in refrain while a volunteer choir curiously did the same from the stage. After this heart-wrenching moment, Minowa and company jumped right into their "theme" song, the frenzied "Everybody Here Is a Cloud," which would've served as an appropriate closer were it not for the fact that the crowd and band alike had no intention of going home. After a brief pause, we were treated to one more encore, consisting of the anthemic "Love You All" and their most recognizable hit as of late, the emotionally intense "You'll Be Bright." As the band members lined up to take a bow, they were given the most floor rattling applause I've ever heard in that room.

After nearly 2 hours of Cloud Cult, I would have been content just calling it a night. Rather than packing it in, though, I headed over to First Avenue to catch Ike Reilly playing all of his seminal album, Salesmen and Racists, in full. Throughout the last decade, Minneapolis has adopted Ike as one of its own, and in that time, fans of the Chicago-born singer songwriter know what to expect from an Ike show...songs about women, drugs and drinking. Always the wisecracker, Ike decided to play the record back-to-front, much to the chagrin of my friend Kristen who always pines for "Last Time," the album's opening number (hell, the only other time he's played it recently was last year's Thanksgiving Eve show where Kristen ran into him at O'Donovan's beforehand and threatened to murder him if it wasn't on the set list). Needless to say, it was played...and no charges were filed.



The hour long tribute to Salesmen and Racists was entertaining, but offered little in terms of surprise. The crowd was most manic during the songs that Ike has been mixing into his sets for years, most notably "Hip Hop Thighs," "Commie Drives a Nova" and the participatory "Wasted Friends" & "Duty Free." The tracks that Ike seldomly plays live, like "Crave" & God Damn Shame," ultimately fell short. After the 13 songs off his breakthrough record were finished, I couldn't help but think that this type of show wasn't necessary; Ike shines when he offers a little more mystique to his sets, and that's something that was missing last night. After a brief break, Ike hit the stage again (um, in a bathrobe) to give us plenty of new songs, but frankly, none of them can really hold their own against much of Salesmen and Racists. As he jumped into "Suffer for the Trust" a little before 1:00 am, I decided to call it a night, but not before I watched two bros attempt to arm wrestle each other on the curb outside of the Record Room.

Yup, that happened.

July 20, 2011

Yuck & Unknown Mortal Orchestra @ Varsity Theater 7/19/11 (Concert Review)



Ever since Yuck released their fantastic self-titled debut album earlier this year, there has been a bit of contention regarding how the British quartet would translate their fuzzed-out sound in a live setting. As was seen through several of their streamed SXSW showcases in March, they appeared bored, lackadaisical and tired. I had my doubts going into their Twin Cities debut last night at the Varsity Theater, but I'm happy to say that those doubts were completely unfounded. Long story short? Anyone that claims Yuck sucks in concert has probably never seen Yuck in concert.

Before I dip into their booming set, though, let's talk about openers Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Yuck's label and tourmates (and creators of another one of my favorite albums of 2011 thus far). The Portland-based trio made their mark on many Minneapolitans this past February opening up for Smith Westerns at the Triple Rock. Their return to our fair city was hyped a great deal, and they more than delivered last night. Shrouded in darkness (after requesting the stage lights be kept off due to the Varsity's increasing steaminess), UMO ripped through much of their new album over the course of 30+ intoxicating minutes. From "Ffunny Ffriends" to "Jello and Juggernauts" to "Nerve Damage" and everywhere in between, the young psych-influenced rockers commanded the dark stage and left nothing but intrigue amongst the onlookers. If I were a high school student in the mid-70s, I would want UMO to play every single house party I threw.

After UMO left to substantial applause, Yuck took the stage to an even bigger ovation (maybe the crowd was just happy they could now see the performers). They opened with a bang, giving us "Holing Out," one of the biggest sounding tracks on their only album before kicking up the fuzz quite a bit for "The Wall." Over the course of about 50 minutes, the four-piece played 75% of their new record and spliced in a couple of b-sides to boot, most notably the dreamy "Milkshake."

Now, if you came in expecting a raucous stage show, that's not what you got. Yuck is not going to bounce around aimlessly just for visual satisfaction. They did, however, play each and every song brilliantly (especially their current hit "Get Away") and gave their own restrained punch of verve for presence. For how much guitarist and lead singer Daniel Blumberg gazed at his shoes while jamming out to some of Yuck's blistering arrangements, I'm pretty sure the poor dude is going to end up with some serious scoliosis.  While they said their thank yous and acknowledged the beauty of Minneapolis, there wasn't much stage banter....well outside of calling out the super tall dude with the afro that most of us have seen at some local show in the past year. Blumberg and lead guitarist Max Bloom commented how he looked like drummer Jonny Rogoff's dad (Rogoff has an afro himself, and resembles a modified Wooly Willy). For a band that many people think are standoffish, they created quite the connection with the appreciative crowd.

As the set came to a close, we were treated to an upbeat and relentless version of "Operation," followed by a new track and the dirty grinding anthem "Rubber," which saw the entire band become totally unglued, pounding their respective instruments mercilessly. They slowly and humbly left the stage, making their first Twin Cities appearance an unforgettable one.

July 5, 2011

The Elected @ Triple Rock 7/3/11 (Concert Review)



I found a spot in the Triple Rock's parking lot on Sunday.

Blame it on the fact that the Black Keys were in town playing a sold-out show at Roy Wilkins. Blame it on the holiday weekend. Blame it on it being a late show on a Sunday night. Any way you look at it, the turnout for The Elected's return to Minneapolis was about 1/3 of what my high-school ska band drew for our final show at the Foxfire over a decade ago. There weren't even 50 people there...and that was including the bands.

With that knowledge, one would expect a weak "go-through-the-motions" type of show. Frontman Blake Sennett (of Rilo Kiley and Salute Your Shorts fame) & company offered nothing of the sort, though. After opener Tristen playfully went through her 35 minute set, often times exuding the same kind of vibe as Sennett's Rilo Kiley bandmate Jenny Lewis (just with a little more twang....and a drum machine), The Elected quietly took the stage and treated the empty room as if it were near capacity. The fans that were there were devoted, and Sennett realized that from the get-go as he and his 3 backing members ushered in their 55 minute set with a trippy rendition of "Sun, Sun, Sun," the title track from The Elected's breakthrough 2006 release on Sub-Pop. The response was upbeat, and so was Sennett, who continuously joked that he, steel-guitarist/bassist Mike Bloom and Buddy (Tristen's accompanist and possible boyfriend) were all on herbal ecstasy, which still hadn't kicked in. The early part of the set showcased Sennett on a beautiful Telecaster and saw the band ignore much of their recent release (Bury Me In My Rings) in favor of their earlier output. "Not Going Home" sounded especially energetic, although a bit out of place as it's more of an exclamation point than a comma.

Before Sennett toned things down a bit, he promised us one more electric tune, and it's a good thing that's all he promised as the PA at the Triple Rock decided to give out about 6 songs in. Rather than fumble around aimlessly, Sennett just grabbed an acoustic guitar, stood in front of the monitors and invited the welcoming crowd to surround him as he performed "Ripchord" from Rilo Kiley's 2004 hit record, More Adventurous.



After a little crowd participation and a quick fix by the Triple Rock staff (it was a blown circuit), the PA was back and The Elected burst into the ukulele-happy "Babyface" from the new album. Aside from this joyful song and a couple others, though, the new record was largely ignored (and probably for the better given its unevenness). The night wound down with a rousing rendition of "The Bank and Trust" and a taste of their 2004 debut, Me First.

Was this a show for the ages? No. Was it one that I could've skipped? Maybe...but I'm glad I didn't. Despite the awful turnout, it's comforting seeing musicians dedicated to their craft and giving it their all, whether they're playing in front of 50 people or 550 people.