While their latest CD left me intrigued, but not hooked, Jack Logan and Liquor Cabinet’s show led me up a trail of cigarette butt clues that ended centerstage.
Guitarist Eric Masunaga reminded me of Thurston Moore as he seemed to get lost in his own distortion, and would then quickly change over to a mammoth groove.
The trio sounded even better live than on record. The songs have a more aggressive energy, and the soaring three-part harmonies outshone those on the album.
From the rock-steady beats to the more prominent ska-core, Mephiskepheles commandeered the crowd. Meph earned an encore, which is tough as an opening band.
I guess they went funk pop. I’m going to need more exposure to see if I like the new style. To be fair, it seems much of the crowd was totally into it.
You Shriek had the same problems as Fracture: A bad mix of electronic and human noises. They rushed around, trying to do everything, not achieving their goal.
And then the ritual of hot wax, boot licking, and enemas began. Wonderful to see Cynthia von Buhler and company dressed in their finest leather and fishnets.