Last weekend, I managed to pull myself away from the comfort of air conditioning in the sweltering humidity to check out The Low Anthem’s CD release party at Firehouse 13. I regretted my decision at first - it was impossibly warm in the building - but the soothing tones of Annie Lynch and the Beekeepers won me over quickly. The cello added a particularly nice sound to the mix that blended perfectly with their calm-yet-powerful folk style, and the dual female vocals were beautiful. One major highlight of the set was a song where the guitarist/banjo player sung so well in falsetto that I honestly - no offense to him - mistook them for female vocals at first, with a subtle roughness that made the song amazing. The other highlight was a surprisingly well done cover of Radiohead’s “I Will (No Man’s Land)” that I would never have expected them to be able to pull off.
I managed to grab a seat before The Low Anthem took the stage - a relatively insignificant feet, as sound problems delayed the show for nearly 15 minutes - which, for some reason, made the heat more bearable. This was important, as I sadly wasn’t as awed by Low Anthem as I was by Annie Lynch. The close, homey feeling that made past performances I’d seen so great seemed lost in a crowd of people, in the moist heat, and in endless sound difficulties. The wide variety of instruments used prevented the band from carrying much energy from one song to the next - they had to rearrange themselves every time - and some songs I had really high hopes for (”The Horizon is a Beltway” comes to mind) fell profoundly flat.
However, I don’t mean to give off the impression that this was a terrible performance - far from it. Rather, after such a beautiful and heartwarming album - Oh My God, Charlie Darwin - I had very high hopes for the show. And they did deliver, especially later on in the show. “Ticket Taker” came through wonderfully, as did “To the Ghosts Who Write History Books,” and the Johnny Cash cover of “Bird on a Wire” was absolutely phenomenal. There was certainly a messiness in their performance, but it was a sort of endearing messiness - a messiness that seemed to connect you with the band and bring the music alive. Unfortunately, at times that messiness went too far, but overall the show left me satisfied. I just hope I can see them in a more relaxed, less crowded, and, especially, cooler setting sometime soon.
Finally, my favorite quote from the night, as recited by lead vocalist Ben Miller and originally written by the band’s former roommate:
“So long fellas
Eat a peach
There’s rotting meat in the microwave.”
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