The Maldives & The Moondoggies

This is simply a powerhouse alt-country bill, transplanted from its usual Ballard environs (Tractor, Sunset) in what will prove to be an interesting heat check for the Moondoggies and Maldives, both of whom are looking to broaden their popularity. And speaking of broad popularity, isn’t it high time people stopped ragging on the fucking Eagles? Not the Tacoma-based Fucking Eagles, but the Henley-Frey-Walsh supergroup that stands forever accused of kidnapping Americana music and exploiting it for an ungodly ransom. “Inauthentic” is the term you typically see batted around when Eagles’ roasts commence, but they’re no more inauthentic than the Moondoggies, the Maldives or any other Seattle-based country-rock outfit with hickory-smoked lyrics that live anywhere but here. The Maldives are great, the Moondoggies are great, and so are the Eagles. Come on, baby, don’t say maybe. With Drew Grow & the Pastors’ Wives. MIKE SEELY

Sat., Dec. 18, 8 p.m., 2010

 
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