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Dear and Glorious Physician: April 19, 2007 Crowbar
from volume 02 issue 01 // Julie Martin
Dear and Glorious Physician
Words: Julie Martin
Photos: Sean Birdsell
Appeared:
April 19, 2007
Crowbar, Ybor City
On this night the sounds were woven beautifully from beginning with Dry County to end with Dear and Glorious Physician. The first act goes on in an unusually prompt fashion. The boys and girl of Dry County are unexpectedly pleasant. My attention is centered on the bassist, Lily Richeson, the first but not last of the remarkable female bassists of the night. It seemed that Lily pulled the very chords from the planks on the stage; rhythm radiating from the tippy-toes of her red bowed flats to her crown of swaying hair.
Then, Incredible Crisis of St. Petersburg segwayed into their own brand of rock-n-roll. The set was original yet punctuated with tasteful covers to keep everybody grounded. The lyrics were intelligent and tart narratives on topics from women in bell-shaped dresses to having your heart pulled out with a corkscrew.
This next band “will saw your heads off and fuck your brain,” warns Alastair St. Hill of IC; a fair precaution for those who have never experienced Cinemechanica of Athens, GA. Their sound attacks like a polyhedron of infinite fingers and limbs. Crowbar is immediately filled; the spaces between each person occupied by sound like a physical manifestation. The performance is raw, capable of scraping your ears, and I realized that I was the last one clapping because my head was no longer on my shoulders.
The next set by Summerbirds In The Cellar pulled me back together with their intoxicating buzz. The progressed through their well-known songs from With the Hands of the Hunter It All Becomes Dead and graced the audience with two new songs from their not yet released album, Druids.
Dear and Glorious Physician cleared the floor garbed in white creating a clean slate for impression and leaving an aftertaste of satisfaction. They played my favorite song of the evening, “Frenzy,” which begins with the low vibrations of the bass joined later by guitar and drums that swelled to climatic explosion.
Sincerity of good music was the theme of the night.
Words: Julie Martin
Photos: Sean Birdsell
Appeared:
April 19, 2007
Crowbar, Ybor City
On this night the sounds were woven beautifully from beginning with Dry County to end with Dear and Glorious Physician. The first act goes on in an unusually prompt fashion. The boys and girl of Dry County are unexpectedly pleasant. My attention is centered on the bassist, Lily Richeson, the first but not last of the remarkable female bassists of the night. It seemed that Lily pulled the very chords from the planks on the stage; rhythm radiating from the tippy-toes of her red bowed flats to her crown of swaying hair.
Then, Incredible Crisis of St. Petersburg segwayed into their own brand of rock-n-roll. The set was original yet punctuated with tasteful covers to keep everybody grounded. The lyrics were intelligent and tart narratives on topics from women in bell-shaped dresses to having your heart pulled out with a corkscrew.
This next band “will saw your heads off and fuck your brain,” warns Alastair St. Hill of IC; a fair precaution for those who have never experienced Cinemechanica of Athens, GA. Their sound attacks like a polyhedron of infinite fingers and limbs. Crowbar is immediately filled; the spaces between each person occupied by sound like a physical manifestation. The performance is raw, capable of scraping your ears, and I realized that I was the last one clapping because my head was no longer on my shoulders.
The next set by Summerbirds In The Cellar pulled me back together with their intoxicating buzz. The progressed through their well-known songs from With the Hands of the Hunter It All Becomes Dead and graced the audience with two new songs from their not yet released album, Druids.
Dear and Glorious Physician cleared the floor garbed in white creating a clean slate for impression and leaving an aftertaste of satisfaction. They played my favorite song of the evening, “Frenzy,” which begins with the low vibrations of the bass joined later by guitar and drums that swelled to climatic explosion. Sincerity of good music was the theme of the night.
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