The Crying Shame
In case you haven't heard, Seattle Weekly will be taking over downtown Ballard on October 4 with REVERBfest. The only all-local music>"/>
The Crying Shame
In case you haven't heard, Seattle Weekly will be taking over downtown Ballard on October 4 with REVERBfest. The only all-local music fest in the city, REVERBfest takes place in multiple venues around downtown Ballard and boasts over 60 bands from the world's of indie pop, stoner rock, hip-hop, electronic, roots, and more. Today's REVERBfest venue-of-the-day lineup: CONOR BYRNE'S, 5140 Ballard Ave NW Time to get excited, people!
In case you haven't heard, Seattle Weekly will be taking over downtown Ballard on October 4 with REVERBfest. The only all-local music fest in the city, REVERBfest takes place in multiple venues around downtown Ballard and boasts over 60 bands from the world's of indie pop, stoner rock, hip-hop, electronic, roots, and more. Today's REVERBfest venue-of-the-day lineup: CONOR BYRNE'S, 5140 Ballard Ave NW
Time to get excited, people!
7 p.m. The Rainieros
As one of-- if not the--most unadulerated country bands on the entire REVERBfest bill, the Rainieros offer up honky tonk country music like real cowboys drink whiskey: straight up. They play lots of songs about drinking, and your wife being pissed at you for drinking, and there's nothing alt-, pop-, or fusion- about it. It's a straight up five-piece with a pedal steel and a steel guitar, both standard in country bands. No gimmicks here; just country music. And that's just fine by me. And so far's I know, you can only experience the beauty of the Rainieros live, because they do not have any wares for sale on the Internet, nor do they have a recorded album. That will change soon, but in the meantime, you'll just have to show up in person...see? Told ya this is old school. SARA BRICKNER
6 p.m. Bob Wayne & the Outlaw Carnies
Waylon Jennings once posed the question as a song title: “Don’t You Think This Outlaw Bit’s Done Got Out Of Hand?” For locals Bob Wayne & the Outlaw Carnies, it hasn’t in the least. Like Hank Williams III, Wayne & the Carnies rev up classic country by spiking it with shots of punk and metal and an overall hellhound-on-my-trail aesthetic. They also follow David Allan Coe’s advice by making sure their songs are about what all country songs should be about: Trucks, prison, drinkin’, etc. If you think of Hank III and Coe crossed with the reckless, full-bore delivery of Scott H. Biram and even the psycho backwoods act of early TAD, you’ll know what you’re getting yourself into with this show. BRIAN BARR
5 p.m. Crying Shame
Tongue-in-cheek country concern the Crying Shame's second record, In A Field, offers up more of the good thing they started with the twangy self-titled debut album that planted this Bellingham band firmly on Seattle's radar. Arlan Lackie (vocals, guitar) and Dylan Rieck (cello) started the band in 2001, adding violinist Teo Benson (also of the Tacoma Symphony Orchestra), guitarist Eric Woodruff, drummer Oliver Herrin and finally, bassist and Conor Byrne soundman Bradford Button. And while the cello/guitar/voice combo could stand alone with Arlan's voice, the full band develops the songs into dynamic compositions that more fully augment the irreverently absurd lyrical jabs delivered in Arlan's tipsy bass drawl. Lonesome travelin' song "Ebb & Flow " starts serious, but the refrain: "You were on my mind, it seems," is too silly to take seriously. And then there's "Hobo," which starts out innocently enough: "I hope some hobo steals you from the yard/Drives you to the mall/Gives you everything you want." So, you think, a song about a car. But no: "I hope some hobo trashes all your shoes/Gives you drugs to abuse/Turns your panties to glue." I also like it when the Crying Shame spit in the eye of religious nuts on their self-titled album in "You Killed My Jesus." But it's when the Crying Shame gets serious for a second that the band achieves true greatness, both musically and lyrically. Like "Last Picture Show": "No one says you've gotta stand by my side/It ain't a lifestyle baby/It's just a way of getting by/It's the last picture show/And everybody wants to go/Tomorrow morning I'll be you/And you'll beat me until you're black and blue." SARA BRICKNER
4 p.m. Hazelwood Motel
Ed Vierda, Megan Pickerel (yes, Mark Pickerel's sister) and Patrick Smail make quiet, lo-fi folk music that uses whispered words, echoes and tremulous vocals to create a moody atmosphere ideal for personal reflection, rainy days and healing battered hearts. Though "Break Myself In Two," probably the loudest track on the band's recent self-titled release, seems to be the go-to single, soft songs like "My Demon," "Say What You Will" and "Envy" seem to more accurately embody the band's sound. And "Say What You Will" is the only track on the record where Megan Pickerel steps out and takes the lead on vocals, letting her lilting voice carry the song. Hardly a party album, Hazelwood Motel possesses tremendous power in its quietest moments. In a whisper, the world ends, and then, with a strumming guitar, is born anew. Yes. Their music is really that outstanding. SARA BRICKNER
"Break Myself In Two"