Welcome to our new column, Things That Rock. Sometimes there's just so much damn rock going on that we can't get to everything we want to in a timely fashion. That sucks because it means there's some really good music that we just don't get the chance to talk about. WELL NO MORE.
Things That Rock is our new official blow off valve. Sometimes it will be a review of a show that deserved more mention than we gave it, sometimes it will be simply a band that we love and are just now finding the time to tell the world about it. Whatever it is, it has to meet one criteria and one criteria only: THAT IT ROCKS. So keep your eyes peeled for the column, and without further ado, here.we.go.
Touring in support of their latest album, Celebration, Florida, New York based band The Felice Brothers made a stop at The Black Cat a few weeks ago. Historically, the bands music has been at sort of dark glance at a Gothic America that is just outside of what most people know as everyday life. Their songs owe as much to Dylan as they do to the carnival barker personality of Tom Waits, and until now they’ve respectfully, if not purposefully, stayed well within the musical boundaries that those two artists would suggest.
The Felice Brothers have always had an edge to them. A bravado. But they've never given any indication that they would become the indomitably fearless band that they seem to have become. The Felice Brothers these days seem have become unhinged in the very best of ways. It was clear from the start that while they may be operating inside some weird genre of folk rock, the old rules no longer apply.
At times lead singer Ian Felice seemed to be less singing than howling like some feral animal. It’s an energy that flows through the band as a whole, and makes for some damn exciting rock and roll. On record, the material from Celebration, Florida tends to sound more like a band that isn’t quite sure of their direction, but live it quickly became clear that these were the songs of a band who just didn’t give a f@#@ anymore.