The Cosmeticators at The Trunk Space, 6-30-11
|Photos by E. Groves|
|The Cosmeticators at The Trunk Space on Thursday night|
Then later, raucous garage blues rockers The Vignettes played a couple songs about their cats, including one complete with yowling and meow-howls.
But I digress. What turned out to be a fun and fast night of blistering, sweaty rock 'n' roll started with locals Ray Reeves and the Masters of the Economy, a super tight trio consisting of Reeves on guitar and vocals, Andrew Jemsek (also of local "polka punk" band Haunted Cologne) on bass and backing vocals/shouting, and Matt Spastic (also of local punk rock band The Complainiacs) beating the shit out of the drums.
|Chela of The Cosmeticators|
Moreno: "If you're a robot."
Chela: "And have money"
Moreno (after turning around to take a drink of water): "We're not supposed to turn our backs on the audience. Sorry about that."
Chela: "I don't care. They like looking at backsides."
The trio played fast and hard, but tight. They've added some new vocal harmonies to older songs like "Apple," and despite the tendency to sound monotone, the "60s girl-group harmony" idea comes across, and works well against the band's backdrops of raging, Ramones-ish four chords. There's not a lot of showing off from the players, but Moreno did crank out a pretty cool solo during their cover of The Mighty Caesars' "You Make Me Die."
After rocking through original tunes like "Vanna" (an ode to Vanna White), "Jerry" (the aforementioned love song to Chela's dog), and "Brand New Man" (where Chela sings about finding a man who "likes the dog" and "has a job"), the band closed their set with a cover of The Pleasure Seekers' "What a Way to Die."
The Vignettes (from Memphis, Tennessee) played next and were the last band we saw, and we were damn glad we stayed. These two gals (Francis Vignette on vocals/guitar and Freddi Vignette on drums) cranked out a super short but wildly loud and rocking set. Their songs sounded like gritty, swampy blues punk, topped with Francis' hair-raising screams and soulful wails -- somewhere between Gossip and early 80s punks Anti-Scrunti Faction. Watching Francis stomp around in cut-off jean shorts, playing her guitar behind her head and screaming "Do you know how I rock and roll?" while Frankie banged away diligently on the drums, rarely looking away and steady on her one cymbal, was invigorating. And as previously mentioned, a couple of their songs were about cats.
The Cosmeticators set list:
Make Me Die
Brand New Man
What a Way to Die
Last night: The Cosmeticators at The Trunk Space
The crowd: Mostly friends of the bands or other downtown musicians, a mix of thirtysomething females in casual attire and a gamut of guys in T-shirts (and one in a long-sleeved plaid shirt).
Personal bias: One of my favorite downtown drinking holes, The Bikini Lounge, is next to The Trunk Space, so beers between sets are totally possible.
Overheard: "It's so dry here. How do you stand it?" (Francis Vignette to the crowd)
Random notebook dump: "Hot. Very hot."