My duty as a loyal supporter of local
music is so easy this weekend, thanks to Choicefest. If I haven't
made clear my feelings about Friday night's headliner, Princess,
then let me reiterate one more time how deeply their frenetic
noise-rock strains, wall-to-wall rhythm section, and boisterous
frontmandering hits me in the tender, ticklish nethers. They're
ridiculous, exciting, and a shining example of the contemporary PNW
rawr. As always, they alone will smash the show into the favorite
memory folder in your hard (drinking) drive, but Mr. Bass has
programmed a full evening of entertainment for those in attendance at
the Black Lodge.
Portland's
Fist Fite are swiftly
moving up the must-see list for those in the know, and once you see
them, you will be gleefully entered into the welcoming clique of
“those.” Hell, there is nothing I can say about them that this
Watch Or Die feature we recently offered can't say:
Now, there
are more than a few folks in town who grin widely when Pipsqueak
are mentioned, and honestly, it's because cellos get smiles. The
driving acoustic punk duo offer an elegiac gravity with the inclusion
of such non-traditional instrumentation alongside the kind of fast-paced
six-string strumming and anthemic pleading you might expect from a
highly-skilled, albeit angry, busker in a busy urban marketplace.
Once you hear the combination, it becomes so obvious why it works.
Opening
the night are the fresh-on-the-scene Skies Below,
who simply offer a series of subtly-building crescendos, culminating
in a fucking huge wall of sound, all backed by a gloriously powerful set of
pipes...and a cello, which gets smiles.
Adam
done did it again. And don't even get me started on Saturday's
show...
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