This is Texas, dude! The Sun Room became Madrid on Wednesday in a bar in Austin, a stronghold of drinkers of whiskey on the rocks, jeans and boots with spurs ...-well, they were more plaid shirts and the occasional beer firm U.S.. But the point is that we all live, breathe and feel a banjo, a branch of hay, chewing snuff and a wooden porch in the middle of arid land. It was a mirage, that of the country, coming from the guitar (not banjo) by Robert Ellis, the most worthy opening act Dawes.
Thus began the night with a hairy fun between songs was grateful for the opportunity to be playing to a packed house but when he began to pinch the strings of the guitar with a speed and accuracy "worthy of a heavy ', not made concessions to anyone except the country. He got his guitar solo and fill, more if possible, the already crowded space. Special mention for songs like "Photographs", in the words of a neophyte-country, was one of the great moments of the performance of Ellis. Melancholy microphone, direct shot sensiblonas souls, of those subjects that ensimisman even unwittingly.
He apologized, "I would love to write happy songs ..." but Ellis out songs about loneliness, the boob tube, isolation, boredom and taste that gives deserts driving from Austin to Houston Texans, as in "Comin 'Home", prompting more animated shouting a "yiiiha" (some people, rightly, did not hold back). After hacérnoslos go great with a crazy "not fun", met with members of Dawes making a nod to Randy Newman on "Rider in the rain". Ellis looked like one of the gang: very good filling, very good tribute to classic country.
Thus began the first throes of Dawes, now in version of Newman pointed ways. And that way is not their records. Without wishing to offend anyone, are soporific at times. However, on stage everything changes, and so pass disk folkies as rockers on stage. Despite the high volume of excessive micro Taylor Goldsmith that plugged into the keyboard repeatedly Tay Strathairn and low Wylie Gelber, all had their day (and very height) with "Peace in the Valley", which stretched to ecstasy instrumental music of the night. Before, they had heated the atmosphere and from the first track, "Fire Away" and "If I Wanted Someone", another ode to solitude, very poignant theme in Ellis.
The magic of the concert Dawes is precisely the ability to sound as powerful without being aggressive, so energetic without being strident, as "present" today despite having a taste old, classic ... the ability to be in the age " hipster post-wave-and-do-more "as could be in the 70's and not sound dated. I say 70's because the only comment that was heard after the concert was the obvious comparison with Crosby, Stills & Nash and Young. Obvious and tiresome.
Sounds like your references, to the music suck, but are capable of making us see something different on stage with what is enjoyable because it is well done (listen to "Coming Back To a Man", for example, was a delight). Neither Robert Ellis and Dawes invented gunpowder. Not even the reinvented in any way, nor have revolutionized the world of folk out of the bowels American these days running. But neither lack that makes them, with an impeccable live and a result that shocked.
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