Firewater/La Scala/Post Honeymoon; May 30, 2008; Empty Bottle
According to a certain kind of logic, we can thank President Bush for the new Firewater record. Fed up with the current administration, Tod A. left the country in the wake of 2004’s election results. While spending time in
When the time came to tour The Golden Hour Tod was faced with the dilemma of finding a handful of musicians to replicate what he collected from all over the world. Surprisingly enough, he found most of them on MySpace, which explains the diverse group of musicians on stage with him tonight. The only name I actually recognized was that of Skeleton Key, the
The showy percussionist of this band, Johnny Kalsi, came from
With all of that going on, Tod had his hands full trying to stand out. He managed that by summoning a whirlwind of energy for their too short set. When he wasn’t playing guitar, he was shaking a pair of maracas as if his life depended on it. Most of the time he was just a blur in a super cool T-shirt (which turned out to be from some Asian baseball team). With the time and effort that went into making this record, he can be forgiven for concentrating most of the set on those songs. Still, it would have been great to hear some of the earlier stuff, especially “So Long Superman” from The Ponzi Scheme, the song that got me into them in the first place. This record’s equivalent of that is “Three Legged Dog,” with its classic line “Y'know my father thinks I'm lazy 'cause I ain't got no career
And my mother thinks I'm crazy, and my sister thinks I'm queer,” though I admit I preferred it without the woo hoo’s nicked from “Sympathy for the Devil.”
It had been a long, long wait since their last tour, as Tod says in one of The Golden Hour’s songs, “it’s weird to be back.” Maybe, but we sure are glad you finally made it back. What a strange trip it was.
Openers La Scala were well-chosen if perhaps a little too similar to the headliner. Imagine the offspring of a Firewater/Franz Ferdinand fling and that pretty much nails it. While the combination is entertainingly listenable, I found myself wishing they had their own identity. Chicagoans Post Honeymoon were the witty duo who opened the show, though more than that I don’t really remember.