Black Dots and Have Gun, Will Travel at No Name bar March 24, 2011
Posted in Concert Reviews on March 30th, 2011 by corpo
My kids were up at my parents for a couple days so Liz and I got to go out and enjoy an evening. After an over priced meal at Mamacitas we headed to the No Name bar to see some punk rock. The clean bar, basketball game on the TV and Independent hoodies bought at the mall didn’t bode well for the “punk” element, but it’s actually a fun low key bar.

Clearly Liz was hyped.

I was stuck with her while it looked like my friends were having fun in the back corner.

Not much effort involved in this band photo. They did kill it though. As did Have Gun, Will Travel.

Jason taking photos of the Samsonites +1.
I was unaware that it was hat night. Jason was repping an old one.

But these guys had apparently just hit up Pac Sun.

Headband and a white russian drink = The Dude.
We had a lot of fun that night. Black Dot’s are really good. So stoked they are making shows like this happen in Boulder. Keep up the good work!







After walking in to the Fox I saw the ultra trendy Wavves shirt with an upside down cross. Really? After I asked the merch booth if Wavves was satanic (they knew it was a joke) we went in to check out the first band.







I had taken enough “professional” photos already so I left my camera in the car allowing me to take such high quality photos as the one above. Henry Clay people came on and immediately began rocking the house. Lots of energy, lots of fun. I figured they’d be pretty good live, but they exceeded all expectations. As the show progressed it became evident that once again, an opening band at the Larimer would act like idiots, pretend they owned the floor and throw ice cubes at the headliner. I don’t know if the Larimer requires this, but either way it’s annoying. Henry Clay People took it in stride though. In fact I don’t think a smile ever left the singers face. I might even say that I’ve never seen a band have that much fun on stage. They played most of the new album and quite a few covers. Lou Reed, Op Ivy, Bruce Springsteen and closed with Neil Young. I loved the covers. I loved that it annoyed the hipsters. They played them great. The show was awesome. Good times Rock ‘N Roll. Everything and more I want to see in a show. This band is awesome.
Neither John or I were very impressed. A couple song sounded ok to me, and they were clearly having fun, but for the most part it was boring and contrived. Maybe they didn’t put much effort in because it seemed like John and I were the only ones there not in one of the bands that played.








This band was bad. Really really bad. Somehow they had a large following.
Lots of them wore headbands.
Or they were parents.
Even some Ultimate Fighters in the house. It was seriously the weirdest crowd.
Killing some time during the sucking we rolled back to the merch booth and noticed their name was wrong on their own 7 inch. That’s funny! The scary part was that the members of Titus Andronicus came out to play the Springsteen cover with Free Engery and it was also really bad. Liz and I were definitely a bit worried for Titus at that point.
Titus Andronicus eventually arrived on stage. It started about as epic as one can imagine. A drunken fan recited the opening speech from The Monitor and stage dived into the crowd as the band exploded into “A More Perfect Union”. I haven’t witnessed a band get on stage and blow me away that quickly in a long time. The giant turd left in the air by Free Engery was defeated immediately. Thank god. Titus Andronicus went on to play one of the best shows I have ever seen. Tons of energy throughout, great setlist, great stage presence, it was loud, the sound was good, the crowd was very into it, everything you need for a great show. They came off more punk rock then I would have thought with lots of fist pumping anthems being yelled by the crowd. The ender “Four Score And Seven” was so intense and powerful that I actually hoped the show was done. No encore. That song burned the house down. Totally epic set.Lastly, sorry once again for the crappy cell phone photos. But if I brought my nice camera I’d feel obligated to spend my time trying to get the perfect photo instead of just enjoying the show.
Liz and I bought our Pavement tickets a long time ago when somebody thought that somehow they would sell out the 1st Bank Arena in Broomfield. Yeah right. Months later and the show got moved to a way better venue – The Ogden. The same place that Liz and I had seen Pavement multiple times in the 90s. Perfect. After dropping off our kids at some friends we rolled to the Ogden with our neighbors and got to the venue plenty early.Jenny and Johny were up first. Jenny Lewis is totally awesome, but Jenny and Johny aint so awesome. Decent background opener music, but nothing as good as Jenny’s solo stuff. Luckily they close with a Jenny Lewis song that totally killed it – The Next Messiah.
(sorry for the crappy cell phone photo)The show was sold out so there was lots of hype when Pavement came out. Looking about the same as they did back in the day they played for over two hours and pounded out a well rounded set from all their albums. By the end of the first song No Life Signed Her the show was already worth the $30. Here’s the whole setlist:
We may have missed the opening band, but the band that was on was bad enough we went to drink tall cans in the alley. Dave, Zach, Jason and PJ.
Everyone went to this show. Jason and Gordon. I didn’t listen to much of Priestess. What I heard reminded me of why I didn’t make an effort to hear them.
High On Fire. I’m not going to claim I was much of a fan before this show. I thought after how much I enjoyed Tauntaun it would be worth it to see another metal band. To say I was let down is an understatement. I tried to enjoy them and I think during the encore I finally saw what people like about this band, but it wasn’t what I like in metal. Not enough chords. Not enough sludge/grunge. A boring ass drummer. Seriously, how can you have a boring drummer in a metal band? Not enough big powerful riffs, etc. Oh well, my friends that like them said the show was good so there you go.
The next night Liz and I went back to the Fox to see White Rabbits. We arrived early enough to see the opening act Here We Go Magic. They were decent. At times great. They have the potential to be a really good indie rock band, but it’s not there yet. Good opener though.
White Rabbits came on and established immediately that they were gonna put on a fantastic show. It’s funny how the drumming in a pop/indie rock band like White Rabbits could blow away the drumming from metal heads High On Fire. It completely did though. At times there would be 3 Rabbits beating the hell out of the drums. It was amazing. I’ve only mentioned the drums, but everything was on point. The singing was perfection as well.
During the encore most of Here We go Magic joined the Rabbits on stage. Everyone was having a blast and the music was still kicking. Yes, that is Beaver from Leave It To Beaver on the guitar.
Look at all the dudes beating up the drums! Show of the year so far! Not only was the show so great, but it quickly established White Rabbits as a new favorite and a band I will never pass on seeing live again.
A few nights later Liz, Carleigh, John and I went to see my friend Zach’s first ever show with his new band Straighten The Crooked. I had heard some mp3s beforehand so I knew the show would be decent, but it ended up surpassing all expectations quickly. The music is kinda like Kyuss or something. Grungy metal or whatever you call it. I was impressed with the bass and how it didn’t just play along with the guitar. The whole show was more creative and impressive then I thought it would be and I went in with somewhat high expectation. And yes I thought they were way better than High On Fire. Kudos Zach!
Liz and Carleigh thinking about the two hot dudes moshing by themselves and running into Zach’s parents. Or maybe they were thinking about throwing their drinks at the barricade in front of the drums.
Proof that Liz actually thought I was funny that night. Unheard of.