Happy Hour @ Bruar Falls in Williamsburg, 2-for-1 Rolling Rocks. The Booze live in a few minutes!
And by ‘a few minutes’ he meant a few hours. But it’s all good.
Ladies and Gentlemen, to mangle the words of a wise man, I have seen the future-past of Rock And Roll, and its name is The Booze.
If they’re in your city or town, go go go see them. Right now, they’re touring with another kick-ass band, Biters. Both are well worth your time and hearing.
I left the bar at the end of the night feeling like I had seen and been a part of something that hadn’t existed for decades. It felt to me as though I had seen a very close approximation of a British Invasion band from the 60’s, in their natural habitat. That Williamsburg bar could have been The Railway Hotel in 1964, and The Who could have just finished a set. It was louder than anything, hot, sweaty, dirty, raw, beer-soaked. People were jumping, yelling, and the bands. The bands were on fire. The Booze played like early-period Who, no two ways about it. Hooks, attitude, killer guitar work, and the bass player was sporting one of the nicest Rick basses I’ve ever seen. The lead singer was small, almost gnome-like, but had such energy; he sounded like Them-era Van Morrison (and he knew it too: the second encore was a balls-out Gloria cover) but jumped around like Daltrey. They were a hell of a band.
Biters were no slouches, either. They were a little more raw. They rocked matching Ronnie Wood/Rod Stewart hair, and beat up denim vests with patches and stuff sewn in. Everyone, Biters & Booze, had Hate City Rockers emblazoned across their backs. Badass. Also, the name of the tour. While The Booze would wow us with their tight pop tuneage, Biters were more go fuck yourselves. A Ramones/early 70’s Stones-hybrid, they were pretty much the most rockin’ band, ever. Massive riffs, tight harmonies (a feat neither of their immediate influences could ever match) and more swagger than the Old Spice guy.
I’ve been going to shows for a while now, but hadn’t been to a full-on Rock & Roll gig in a biar in a while. I’d forgotten. This was faith-rekindling. The spirit of Real Rock & Roll, thought to be dead and buried in Billyburg, appears to be alive and well, at least for as long as bands like these are stopping through.
Amazing night, amazing bands, and amazing people to go see a show with. Sara and Chris are awesome for getting me to skip out of work early and go rock out.