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Four of a Kind
By Don Allred
Lydia Brownfield
Wednesday @ Skully's
Reading about Lydia Brownfield's punkamorphic saga through the Southeast and NYC, then return of the Cowtown native to multimedia enterprises-none of that warned of the abyss peering warmly from deep-ass mp3s. Steve Louis's bass and Matt Hopkins' drums un-pave Brownfield's way down through Andrew Bird's "Fiery Crash," around her own equally unstoppable assurances of "Liar." The Orff-ian percussion and too-understandable orphan carousel quest of "A Horse Named Yankee" turn the key eternally. New album's out this summer, but don't wait for time (is her urge, it seems). Go to her now.
Willem Maker
Thursday @ Summit
Willem Maker's not much for burying meanings. They might poison him like the dioxin dump did, way back in Georgia. He's got one song specifically about that, but it's as short as the others. Bare facts have to be quickly re-gathered, re-twisted up the neck of his guitar, peeled by his slide into images flying by, all around the rising gravity of Maker's "New Moon Hand." He's singing his truth through bad and good dreams: learning to "leave the fever in the past," starting at the end of the line.
Bob Log III
Thursday @ The Summit
Bob Log III is the kind of bluesman who, if he didn't have no taste, wouldn't have no taste at all. Yes, he was born under a NO sign, which he took to mean was no sign at all, to not name his new offspring "My Sh*t Is Perfect." He's one happy pappy, and indeed, this one-man-guitar-and-foot-drum-band (very eventually) had us twang-dancing like a tooth that can't fall out. Also, it turns out that hyper-agility and total collapse go together like that "Boob Scotch" he'll (deservedly) ask you for tonight.
Duff McKagan's Loaded
Saturday @ Crew
Guns 'N' Roses survivor Duff McKagan formed Loaded in 1998, as a righteous safety valve. Seattle comrades are ready when he is, to trade his bass for vocals and guitar. Velvet Revolver probably helped prime him for Loaded's new "Sick," but market scams also have Playboy financial columnist McKagan sassing the "Sleaze Factory", while demonstrating how to invest glam holdings wisely (and how to write a thrilling "IOU"). Each song's a set-up for the next sucker punch of quality. In the best sense, this set gives as good as it gets.
Originally Published: May 13, 2009
