The War On Drugs Sell Out Music Hall of WIlliamsburg, No Big Deal

Written by  Published in Live Reviews Saturday, 07 April 2012 17:57

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Adam Granduciel

The War on Drugs show at Music Hall of Williamsburg was one of those shows where no one wanted to get close to the stage until the headliner started setting up. There was this strange divide, like an invisible barrier that no one wanted to cross until Ape School loaded off the stage. The two opening bands had different reactions to this, but The War on Drugs didn’t have to worry about that. Turns out, their fans really mirror their own aesthetic of being a bit on the shy side, and very concentrated on what they do. There was little interaction, but when there was, it was meaningful.

Singer Adam Granduciel was pulling off this borderline Texas tuxedo look, with worn jeans and a worn denim-looking jacket with ripped elbows. Besides their brand of Americana, these Philly boys  can pull off that just dragged down a dusty road look with ease. They opened with “Buenos Aires Beach,” which was met with audible affirmation from the crowd. Bassist David Hartley really pulled off his bass lines with ease, adding a bit of funky texture to the easy rolling rock songs. Granduciel had a long and rolling guitar solo in almost every song, choosing his instrument from a whole rack of acoustics and electrics, and for an array of effects, he had an impressive spread of pedals at his feet. He stood on his tip toes to sing into the mic, like his own melodies lifted him forward.

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At one point a fan jumped up on stage, but chose the wrong moment in-between songs, and so had nothing to do but get politely instructed to get back off the way he came. His action, however, prompted Granduciel to invite whoever had the balls to get up on stage and play a song with them to do so, and a much more prepared girl jumped up and got donned with one of Adam’s electric acoustics so she could strum along, mouthing “oh my god!” to her friends between glancing over to Granduciel for timing. That was very cool of the band to do that – now one of their fans has a story she can tell for years.

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Overall, the crowd was super calm and peaceful. No wars, but from the smell wafting through the venue, a certain drug was adding to that peacefulness. Everyone was so subdued that I wondered if there would even be enough gusto for the band to come back out for an encore. Turns out that everyone must have gotten a second wind,  or they realized that they had to wake up and show some spirit, and put a pause on being intertwined with their romantic Americana other long enough to show the band their appreciation. Then we got three more songs.

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The War on Drugs have a couple more US tour dates, before breaking for May and then playing a handful of gigs in Europe. Stay in touch with them for updates on Facebook and Twitter, and if you haven’t checked out their album, find it here, as well as select tunes on Bandcamp.

Photos (c) Kelly Knapp

Last modified on Tuesday, 10 April 2012 10:45
Kelly Knapp

I grew up listening to the music my parents listened to. My mom gave me some of her “Golden Oldies” cassette tapes, and I could sit in my room for hours harmonizing with The Ronettes, and staring at Del Shannon, who I thought was a total stud in his tiny black and white photo on the glossy fold-out insert. I listened to Willie Nelson because my Dad admired him so much, and I wanted to understand what was so great about him too. My first concert wasn’t a huge life changer; I saw Inner Circle at a local Jambalaya festival in Central Florida. Their biggest hit was “Bad Boys,” the theme song to COPS. If anything, that concert should have traumatized me. But, at the time I had no comprehension of any crassness. I just remember the guitarist making eye contact with me and smiling, and feeling excitement over having a brief connection with someone who was making me dance.

It’s the same thing with listening to music with words in another language. It’s not necessary to understand words or literal meanings. It’s the way the melodies and rhythms evoke feeling. It’s like that saying about art, how you may not be able to explain it, but you know it when you see it. I can’t always describe music (although obviously, I sure as hell try to), but I know what I like when I feel it, and I think those who can evoke that feeling deserve to be acknowledged for it. That’s what I want to describe. That’s what I want to share.

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