Blowout 15 Night Four…whew.
Blowout 15 is over and I survived it on only 25 bucks.
To tell you the truth, I really didnâ€™t think Iâ€™d make it this far.
I wasnâ€™t hip to many of the bands on the bill for night four, so I stuck to what I more anticipated to see. As I clawed the schedule, I saw that Jeecy and the Jungle were playing the Polish National Alliance Hall at 9:20. Check. I was blown off my ass when I first saw the four-piece at last yearâ€™s Blowout when they played the Gates of Columbus Lounge. They take all the visceral parts of blues, R&B, soul and punk and package it together into one crazy head trip. Lead singer and axeman Gerald Collins is a fuckinâ€™ monster on guitar.
I caught a bit of Robin Goodfellowâ€™s krautrock-loving, bleeping morass at the New Dodge and then headed back to the PNA to catch Beekeepers. I can only describe them as quirky, jazzy prog-pop. Whatever it is, itâ€™s great.
Ugh. 11:30. Fatigue.
Swung over to the Painted Lady to check out Warhorses, who were dense, meditational riffing taking cues equally from stoner rock like Kyuss and late-80s, early 90s neo-psych rock.
Headed over to Smallâ€™s a bit early to grab to a good spot for Ricky Ratâ€™s 12:00 set. It may sound redundant since most of us know this already, but he and his band were fantastic.
The night ended in celebration as I capped off the weekend with the Dirtbombs at the PNA Hall. It was a ball; ran into a slew of old (and new) friends, danced and got a little crazy.
I think this may sum it all up: I woke up this morning and I couldnâ€™t hear out of my left ear for hours. Yep.