Concert Review: Atlas Sound and Broadcast at Rhythm Room
All was quiet at the venue as Atlas Sound was wrapping up their last couple of songs. While tuning his guitar, someone yelled out John Mayer. The exchange went as follows:
Anonymous fan: John Mayer!BC: Oh, John's still chilling backstage...drinking a Coors Light...he's still getting over the World Series. Has that happened yet?
The room laughed. Our frontman was charming us and had shown us that he wasn't the Ice King. He had the entire room on his side. Enter Karl.
Karl: Quit being such a character!
BC: Excuse me?Karl: Go eat a fucking hamburger!
This is where the scene gets messy. This Karl character had struck a very personal nerve, which caused a shocked Cox to ask his tour manager to pull this man up on stage. Karl, willingly abiding to the request, had nothing to say into the microphone as the entire venue turned on him. It was a fatal blowout, complete with Karl being escorted out of the venue. Was this justice? I would assume so. Later on, I discovered that this Karl character did not know about Cox's condition, which totally sucks because now he's been dubbed "that asshole."
Cox picked up the guitar once more, attempting to play his last song but was flustered and distracted. The nerve was still throbbing and he stopped mid-sentence and apologized to the crowd for not being able to continue. He thanked people like Karl because as he said: "If it wasn't for ignorance and disrespect, we'd have nothing to fight for in this world."
The crowd went wild.
Somehow, I am supposed to continue and tell you about Broadcast. However, we are back to square one. I could go on and on about how repetitive and boring their attempt at an improvisational noise jam was, because as a noise fan myself, I found it to be lazy considering what I know they are capable of, but instead I will sum up the core of their entire set. Keenan is the strongest element of this band. Sure, Broadcast has great records, however, over the years extra band members have fallen out of the picture and the duo did not have enough to stimulate me. Their projection screen was neat for a few minutes before I realized that its purpose seems to be to keep my attention because the music wasn't. When they finally finished their 20 minutes of noise (can you even call quiet tinkering and drone, noise still?), they began playing skeletons of what their songs used to be. Appalled by how they played hits like "Black Cat," I couldn't keep my eyes open and contemplated leaving. I gave them another couple of songs, but it became clear that the almost soul-less performance was not going to be getting much better at all. It's a shame, too. Keenan seriously has a great 60s voice. She is versatile and had great control. However, when you're starting to sound like Grace Slick mid-Airplane to Starship transition before they knocked her off of primary vocal duties, then it's safe to say that it was probably nothing short of boring. Sorry Broadcast, maybe next time.
Last night: Seminaries, Atlas Sound, and Broadcast at Rhythm Room.
Note: Next time you heckle someone who's on stage in front of dozens of adoring fans, you should probably make sure they don't have some sort of illness or anything. It's like unknowingly heckling a cancer patient for being bald...not cool.