Whether your agenda is on the pulpit or the dance floor (or both), The Brutalist Bricks will get you moving.
Simply put, no other live band without gimmicks can beat them. Period.
“The hottest band in the land” from the ’70s is back with their finest batch of barbed tunes since 1977’s Love Gun.
By setting disco fluff and ’80s cannon fodder against the backdrop of a blood and semen soaked Los Angeles, we’ll never look at songs like “Jessie’s Girl” the same way again.
Although not as grandiose as Sgt. Pepper’s, Magical Mystery Tour’s leanness gives the listener a sense of urgency, letting us know that every trippy echo, every cheerful whistle, every calliope tapestry is there for a purpose. And with the newly remastered version, its true audio heaven, allowing us to experience one of the band’s most euphoric, instrumentally rich albums in all of its cloud gazing glory.
It’s damn amazing to see these grimy noisemakers from Los Angeles restrain their animalistic instincts to create something that’s as close to beautiful as they’ll ever get.
Mellow acts tend to put on even mellower live shows. As pretty as bare bones acoustic sets are, they often get swallowed by venues larger than the average coffee house, prompting the more than occasional yawn from concert goers. The most successful live shows from calmer musicians occur when they’re smart enough to mix up or beef up the arrangements, adding that extra kick needed to bring down the house with an acoustic jam. Tuesday night’s Pete Yorn show at Park West featured two singer-songwriters who represented both ends of this spectrum.
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