Friday, May 28; Atomic Cantina: How could I miss a chance to rage on Rage Against Martin Sheen after our little e-mail exchange of the past couple of week. Problem is, there's very little to rage about. The band began their set with perhaps more original songs than I'd ever heard them play previously in a single set. And said songs were surprisingly tight and punchy. The parodies eventually came, of course, and even those came off tighter than they do on record and have in the past in the live setting. All in all, the three-quarters of the Rage set I saw left me with a different perspective on the band, and I'm not even kissing ass here: I still think they're whiny babies, but at least they're rock is improving.
The Hollis Wake
Friday, May 28; Burt's Tiki Lounge: This was the first time I'd ever seen or heard Santa Fe's Hollis Wake, and all I can say is that if I'd known they sounded like Buffalo Tom-meets-The Feelies with killer female vocals and harmonies and wonderful melodic sensibility, I'd have been beating down doors to see them. Unfortunately, I only got to see the last 20 minutes or so of their set and the CD I bought won't play on my computer.
