After watching a Dropkick Mollys, Flogging Murphys, Dropping Floggies . . . whatever . . . clone band, Murder by Death took stage. Sarah came out first--decked like the darkside of Josephine Baker. She looked like a haunted billion dollars (pre-Great Depression, not adjusted for inflation). Then Adam Turla and the rest of the group joined on stage. Adam admitted to being a little hung over, and it showed, he was just a little off. The set was still great. Sarah was silently commanding. Many first timers watched her squirm on her cello and keyboard like they were being snake-charmed. While her displays may seem fraught with sexual energy, I don't think it is intentional. She just seems to play the music through herself, as if the instruments were only props so that people wouldn't be weirded out by disembodied melodies. The set list was awesome:
Sometimes You Walk the Line, Sometimes It Walks You
Masters Degree in Reverse Psychology
This Desert on Fire
Devil in Mexico
Until Morale Improves, The Beatings Will Continue
I'm Afraid of Virginia Woolf
The MBD fans were in two rows at the front. Most of the people were there to see Reverend Horton Heat. I left right after MBD, but on the way out heard MANY 30-50 year-old bikers expressing surprise at how good MBD was. One, in particular, was buying a t-shirt at the merch stand and said "Damn. I haven't been this excited about a new band since the late 70s." Sweet to hear. So here's the plug: if you haven't heard them--CHECK THEM OUT.
Here is a link to a profile I did of them with links to music and video in the text.