An excited Roy Kasten, DJ of KDHX's Wednesday morning show Feel Like Going Home, jumped on the Twangfest stage goading the crowd to make more noise before the return of Alejandro Escovedo. "Twenty years ago, can you imagine this started in a ditch out by the airport!" The night held a sense of wonder, revelry and excitement for the sold out crowd as the 20th Twangfest drew to a close. This past Saturday night saw festival veterans the Sovines, the Waco Brothers and Escovedo return to St. Louis. Summer finally arrived with it's heat and humidity inside the walls of Off Broadway making it the perfect way to end the festivals long, strange and continuing trip. It was another night of musical joy that brought these three veterans back whom played the stage over the years.
When asked how many people attend the inaugural night, from the stage, Sovines guitarist Matt Benz raised his hand enthusiastically. There was an electricity flowing through the crowd as the band took the stage. This electrical current sparked an energy inside the band to celebrate their career along with this festival. Twenty years later these boys from Columbus, Ohio came back and were ready to play as if it were 1997. The first notes of this tough as nails, hard hitting classic-rock influenced country outfit kicked the party into gear. Singer, rhythm guitarist and saxophonist Bob Starker wailed each song with a rough twang that meant business. His voice, along with sax tone, is not that of a smooth country crooner but a blue-collar rocker ready for a fist fight after a few too many. Drummer Pete English and bassist Ed Mann held a deep and heavy pocket driving the songs hard whether it was played at trucker speed pace or a New Jersey R&B bar band groove à la South Side Johnny and Asbury Dukes. Benz, with his Telecaster and Gibson SG, dug into each lead and riff elevated by the energy of the band and audience. "We might be 19 years older and 10 years slower," Mann proclaimed, but even those years did not seem to slow this quartet down.
In his tan cowboy hat, black shirt and boots, John Langford roamed Off Broadway throughout the beginning of the night casually taking in what Twangfest has become since the Waco Brothers played the first year of the festival. They brought the filth and the fury of their punk rock legacy mixed with a love of American honky tonk. The room exploded with the bands opener "See Willy Fly By," and the bands intensity never let up. It was working-class rock 'n' roll with the spirit of punk rock, which Langford embodies from being apart of the original British punk movement as member of the Mekons.
As the Mekons began to expand their sound, they became students of British folk and American country music these elements, along with a take no prisoners attitude is crucial to the Waco Brothers sound. Bassist Alan Doughty played the Off Broadway stage with an energy compared to an ADHD Paul Simonon but always grooving deep in the songs. Drummer Joe Camarillo drove the band, elevating each song with a power that makes their studio recordings sound tame. Langford, guitarist Dean Schlabowske and mandolinist Tracey Dear took turns providing lead vocals. The British accent of both Langford and Dear draws comparisons to Joe Strummer and Mick Jones of the Clash, whom the band is compared and with good reason being that the Waco Brothers still maintain the punk ethos. "Plenty Tough -- Union Made" and "Had Enough" are two songs where the British influence, live, is prevalent, while Schlabowske brings an American edge with his vocals, much closer to Americana traditions.
The band ran the gamut of songs from their catalog only to increase the emotion with the Bobby Fuller Four classic (as done by the Clash) "I Fought the Law" and T. Rex's "20th Century Boy." "I don't even know how much longer we can play," Langford said before seeing one of the crew say they had time for one more and with that one last song the band launched into "Folsom Prison Blues." The Waco Brothers expunged most of the characteristics of the Johnny Cash original other than melody and chords. They blasted with punk rock abandon that made Social Distortions version of "Ring of Fire" tame and ready for a yacht-rock compilation.
The crowd was now dripping in sweat and gasping for air from the Waco Brothers and St. Louis' heat and humidity. There were secret rumblings on how Alejandro Escovedo was going to compare to the filth and the fury they had just witnessed. Instead of trying to out power the Waco Brothers, Escovedo and his band took the stage creating a deep and sensual atmosphere with the song "Baby's Got New Plans." His voice along with the sparse and growing arrangement took the crowd to a new musical realm. They continued to build that sensuality and intensity that wrapped the audience softly but firmly in his hands through the song "Bottom of the World." The mood then shifted with the opening notes of "Sally Was a Cop." There was a heaviness to the air now that pinned the audience and held them ready to explode with excitement. Escovedo directed each member of the band in solos pushing them to go deeper with more intensity. Snarky Puppy guitarist Chris McQueen pushed his playing from melodic to noise that the rest of the band built on before cellist Brian Standefer was cued to take over. Once Standefer reached a climax Escovedo wailing feedback pushed the band. Drummer Scott Laningham, bassist Daniel Durham and keyboardist Sean Giddings propelled Escovedo and the others deeper in the song. It was this point that Escovedo and the band conquered the stage. "I received some good news before coming here," he said, talking about his battle with Hepatitis C, a disease that crippled him for a number of years. "I was able to get on a new drug and I received word that I have a clean bill of health." As if celebrating 20 years of festival was not enough, the crowd also celebrated a man's music they love and the fact he conquered his health issues. The band then went into the song "Arizona" which documents his struggles up until writing and recording The Boxing Mirror.
"Come on, Alejandro Escovedo!" Roy Kasten, yelling into the mic, waved his hands in the air to make the crowd scream louder, "That's not loud enough!" At the end of the night the audience was in for a few more surprises than they had expected. During the encore Escovedo and the band covered Leonard Cohen's "A Thousand Kisses Deep" after which he welcomed a surprise guest to the stage. Last year saw the reunion of Nadine at Twangfest, a band whose roots in St. Louis run deep and their music is still a staple on the KDHX dial. "I would like to welcome a good friend of mind," Escovedo said, "Jimmy Griffin." Griffin was the guitarist for Nadine along with his own group the Incurables. It is unclear how much this was masterminded by Twangfest originators, John Wendland and Roy Kasten, or by Escovedo himself, but for those in St. Louis to see one of our own join Escovedo and his band for a version of Mott the Hoople's "All the Young Dudes" was a perfect way to send off the 20th anniversary of this festival.
Photos by Colin Suchland.
When you overhear a dad say to an acquaintance "This is my son's first concert" and the guy responds, "This is a great show to call your first," and then the kid flashes a huge smile, you know you're in for a good night.
With a sold-out, all ages crowd packed into the Pageant on Wednesday night, New York City-based newcomer Solo Woods had his work cut out for him. As the opener Woods introduced a handful of original tunes and mostly got the audience to interact upon command but only truly recovered by adding "Burnin And Lootin'" by Bob Marley and The Wailers into his 45-minute set.
With a five-piece band and backing vocalist Brittni Jessie, Leon Bridges hit the stage and brought visuals to the record-hop stories my mom used to tell me as a kid. The after-school dances, usually held in school gyms, were the place to be in the 60s if you had any ounce of cool; the place to get down to James Brown, Jackie Wilson and Aretha Franklin.
Sporting his signature dapper style of a blazer, button-down and slacks, the Texas native has been sort of a savior to classic soul in the last year. Having released his acclaimed debut Coming Home in 2015 -- for his hour-long set of 50s doo-wop and 60s soul, Bridges took everyone back in time to a moment when soul music was smooth and guys wore suits and ties just cause.
The singer moved with an ease and excitement that only studying the greats could create. Performing crowd favorites, including "Better Man," "Brown Skin Girl" and "Lisa Sawyer," to which many couples slow-dragged to, the 26-year old songwriter included new songs, all which are available on the deluxe version of Coming Home.
Stating early on, "This is my first time in St. Louis and I'm having a good old time," Bridges sang about his love for an uptown girl on "Daisy Mae" and simply having "Mississippi Kisses" down in New Orleans, a song that really got the audience moving and shaking.
Picking up his guitar one of only two times during the night to perform the minimalist "River" and to tackle Chuck Berry's "You Never Can Tell" with surprise guest and St. Louis fave Pokey LaFarge, it's safe to say good times were had by all. By the end of the night, the entire crowd was chanting "Leon, Leon, Leon."
Photos by Monica Mileur.
Akin to entering a basement party thrown by friends, The Firebird set the scene for the type of show Foreign Exchange had in store for St. Louis on Saturday night. With dark lights and neon signs on walls from local breweries, the near-capacity crowd lined every corner of the space to ensure a spot was theirs for the entire two-hour set.
Opening the show with the jazzy notes of "Milk And Honey" from their fifth and latest album, Tales From The Land of Milk And Honey -- a track that showcases the harmonies of lead vocalist/songwriter Phonte and co-lead/background singers Carmen Rodgers and Tamisha Waden, was the perfect segue into a night of joie de vivre and tunes culled from albums of years past.
From "Milk And Honey," the group upped the tempo with "Work It To The Top," a throwback-synth-R&B dance track from their latest LP -- in which they interpolated Keith Sweat's "I Want Her," to come up with this sort of two-step mashup that the audience was really digging. The wicked thing about FE, as they're known to many fans, is that they can make a show feel like you're just hanging out with a bunch of friends at the cookout. Phonte talks shit on stage, all the while they're providing a dope soundtrack and everyone is dancing and chatting about; then he still sways folks into going over to the merch table to buy t-shirts, vinyl and CDs.
Before the show, local talent DJ Reminisce jammed everything from Junior Mafia's "Get Money" and A Tribe Called Quest's "Find a Way" to alternative newcomers like Anderson .Paak's "Heart Don't Stand a Chance" and The Internet's "Girl," onward to cuts by Jay Z, Jill Scott and Lauren Hill. After "I Want Her" and a few other tracks -- a remix of "Asking For A Friend" from their latest -- and "On a Day Like Today" from 2013's Love In Flying Colors, the group launched into a cover of Prince's "17 Days" (aka "Let The Rain Come Down") from the trifecta that is The Hits/B-Sides.
In what would've probably been the midway point in another act's show, Phonte simple proclaimed, "That was the just warmup, now we're gonna slow it down." The band then goes into softer tunes from Tales From The Land of Milk and Honey.
FE was created by Phonte (a North Carolina native) and producer Nicolay (from The Netherlands) when they pieced together their entire 2004 debut Connected from their respective homelands via instant messages and email, never once speaking over the phone or in person.
That said, the set continued on with a cover of Aaliyah's "Rock The Boat" and Prince's "If I Was Your Girlfriend," as well as "Happiness" from "Connected," "Better" from "Love In Flying Colors" and "All Or Nothing" from 2008's "Leave It All Behind," among others.
As a Grammy-nominated team focusing on hip-hop, sophisticated R&B and electro, it's no surprise the audience was a bridge between races and ages -- black, white, Millennials, Generation X and Y, tattooed rockers and the like, all grooving along to a group that continues to respect and break the boundaries of bringing good music to the masses.
I made my way across the river to the first night of Twangfest 20 headlined by James McMurtry, Wussy and the Vondrukes at Off Broadway. As the sun slowly made its decline and nestled itself behind the St. Louis skyline I made a promise to myself not to repeat the adventures of last year. When the night ended I found myself with one, maybe two, more drinks than I could handle. I slurred my words with proficiency to members of Lydia Loveless' band while my counterpart that evening disappeared on the dark streets outside Off Broadway. There is a certain magic that happens when the crew Twangfest takes over the venue that makes it hard to daintily sip a pint of beer and shot of bourbon.
It was a beautiful night on the patio, a perfect calm before the heat and humidity overtakes the city and inside St. Louis' own the Vondrukes took the stage. The body heat from the audience crept into the room and it seemed that the beginnings of summer was upon us. The band seamlessly weaved Neil Young influenced riffs, the Tex-Mex of Calexico, pure unadulterated 60s garage rock, Cowpunk and 70s funk influenced rock à la the James Gang into a cohesive set that staked out their sonic territory. The soaring trumpet Justin Ellis made me question what flavor spirit was residing in my hand. They marched through the set with a rhythm section of Jeff Griswold on bass, guitarist Jason Kettler, additional keyboards provided by Ellis and drummer James Baker. Rhythmically they navigated a range of styles and tempos leaving riff-meister Bob McKee to dig his guitar some where between the heaviness of Tony Iommi and Neil Young. A key component to the Vondrukes is the lead vocals of both Griswold and McKee that when harmonizing with Allison Williamson gave each song a little extra piece of ear candy.
The audience made their way outside for some fresh air and whatever poison they decided to indulge in. Another pint of beer and some of Kentucky’s finest was quickly paid for. I stared at each drink remembering the promise I made on that 20 minute drive across the river and in that time a wash of sound erupted from the stage as Cleveland natives Wussy made their presence known to the Twangfest crowd. A wash of sonic textures from clean angular riffs and distorted echoes bellowed over the propulsive back beat of drummer Joe Klug and the ecstatic bouncing of bassist Mark Messerly. The room started to get a bit warmer in the sea of their sonic textures and that pint of beer tasted better with every sip. The dueling vocals and guitars of Chuck Cleaver and Lisa Walker was a sweet and sour mix doused with John Erhardt's pedal steel and guitar which at times sounded like he dragged them through the vortex of hell and back. “I want to thank KDHX for playing our music,” announced Messerly with pure delight while the rest of the band was genuinely happy that the crowd allowed them to blast their sonic pop experiments with songs like “Teenage Wasteland,” “To the Lightening, “Halloween” and “Hello I'm a Ghost.”
It took a few moments to catch my bearings from the sonic assault of Wussy and outside, in the fresh air, my ears, almost, returned to normal. I could hear the clanking of the band getting set up and a brief sound check which was my cue, one more drink. Just one more and I would cut myself off for the night. I took my spot at the back of the venue as McMurtry and boys cranked into the first song. The sold out crowd and opening grooves from Bayou Tortous brought some Texas heat from these Austin based cats. Instead of strumming an acoustic guitar McMurtry lit up his electric guitar and laid into each song while drummer Daren Hess and bassist Cornbread gave each song a propulsion exceeding it's studio counterpart. It was just a glimpse into the midnight rambles they hold at the Continental Club in Austin.
That familiar humidity of summer from this river city crept into the club, each sip tasted a little bit better than the last but soon I forgot I even had a drink in my hand. McMurtry's cool demeanor made him appear as a musical card shark which kept the crowd in the palm of his hand and on edge for the next song. The set progressed with “Just Us Kids” to “How'm I Gonna Find You Now” where guitarist Tim Holt turned the trio into a quartet, as McMurtry would state, “He (Holt) joins us as he pleases.” Along with adding guitar counterpoint, Holt also lent a multi-instrumental prowess to the set playing accordion on songs like “Copper Canteen” and “You Got Me.” McMurtry shocked the crowd with “Choctaw Bingo” in the middle of the set, a song that has become a signature, but instead of draining the crowd of energy, the unspoken question was “What's next?” He slowed the tempo taking the stage solo for “These Things I've Come to Know,” which became a study in musical tease bringing the audience up, down and then flooring them through the encore with the title cut from his first album Too Long in the Wasteland.
The house lights went up and everyone filtered to the patio or their cars. It was the first night of McMurtry's tour and fitting that it was also the first night of Twangfest. It was a night of sonic pleasure kicked off by the Vondrukes to the auditory wash of Wussy and capped off by one of the poets of Americana, James McMurtry. Out on the patio I felt the cool breeze wash over me with the urge to have just one more. To complete the night by sitting back, looking to the sky and comprehending the musical pleasures the night held. No, I had a 20 minute drive across the river and an alarm clock set for 5 A.M.
Photos by Colin Suchland.
To say I've been waiting more than 30 years to see British synth pop pioneer Howard Jones is an understatement. I was just 14 in 1984 when his debut album, Human's Lib, was released, including catchy single "New Song," ushering in a sound that would, in great part, define the era for many music fans around the world.