The Gravel Pit

Q Division Party with Brian Stevens, Poundcake, The Gravel Pit, Expanding Man at TT the Bear’s Place
by Elissa Dennis

I got to T.T.’s a little early because I am a conscientious reviewer. Actually, I heard there was food. I ate as much as I could without letting on that it was my dinner.

First band. Two words. Perky and happy. That’s not to say Brian Stevens and his band aren’t talented, but they were just so darn thrilled to be playing their saccharine songs that I’m sure my un-hip dad would’ve liked. Next band. Thankfully, the guys in Poundcake had a little more of an edge to them. They were happy too, but they didn’t feel the need to smile at each other constantly. I suppose that would’ve ruined the little punk-angst thing they were cultivating.

The Gravel Pit had a good rock thing going with some great heavy bass, but they wasted their set bitching about the monitors. The singer has a powerful, somehow Dickie Barrett-esque yell that even worked on a ballad.

The highlight of the night was Expanding Man. I hereby volunteer to be the band’s new groupie. I am doing so for the music, thank you very much, not because I think the singer is the embodiment of sex. But he is pretty hot. Oh yes, the music. Um, it was kinda trippy rock, with great grooves and a charismatic singer. After the set, I left quickly because I had the inexplicable urge to lick the sweat off his body. What did they put in that food anyway?