Thrice, Kevin Devine & the Goddamn Band Warehouse Live July 6, 2010
Walking up to Warehouse Live for Thrice Tuesday night, Aftermath witnessed one of the most interesting spectacles we've ever seen outside of a venue. As we got there, we heard a gentleman - and we use that term loosely - refer to himself as "Big Dog" and then talk about himself in the third person.
"Big Dog is unpredictable," he said to a friend. "You never know what he'll do next. Like that time I stuck my crotch in Chelsea's face and started grinding." Laughter ensued, but Aftermath was not amused.
A young man walked outside, threw his drink into the air and yelled, "I'm done with this bitch! I don't have to take this!" His friends, who were on the inside of the gate opposite him, tried to get their friend to stay, but he seemed hell-bent on leaving. Soon though, his friends convinced him to come back inside, but not before he made a scene and vented to his heart's content.
"Thrice will change your mind, dude," his friends said. "Thrice will make it better."
This nearly became a drunken chant. It was like seeing a car wreck on the freeway: You slow down and stare, and although you feel bad for those involved, you just can't look away.
We walked back inside, but not before hearing another group of friends discuss Papa Roach and how they would pay to see the band live "if they promised to only play songs from their first album." Linkin Park, Avatar and Twilight came up in the same conversation. We wonder if anyone else who regularly attends shows is as entertained by fellow concertgoers as we are.
Aftermath also ran into The Last Place You Look's old drummer, Andy Moth. "I'm here for Thrice," Moth said. "These other bands... Well, I don't know."
We felt pretty much the same way. Kevin Devine and the Goddamn Band struck us as what Interpol would have sounded like had they gone pop. The vocals were monotonous, but purposefully so, a little like Coldplay's Chris Martin. A few fans told Aftermath Devine sounded like a whinier version of Band of Horses, but there was so much feedback from the mike, it was impossible to get swept up in the music.
We heard a few members of the crowd taunt the bands in between songs. Although a lot of the other music wasn't too similar to Thrice's, fans could at least respect the fact that they're onstage, right?
The lights dimmed at 10:10 p.m., and a sea of hands raised into the air as Thrice took the stage and opened with "All the World Is Mad" as the fans went crazy. Aftermath didn't realize just how devoted Thrice fans were before this show, but trust us, now we know.
By the band's third song, a most pit had begun, taken up about a third of the crowd. While we were thoroughly enjoying the music, we weren't feeling the smell inside Warehouse Live. The term "dirty hipster" really rolls off the tongue, but it's just a saying; you can be a hipster and still shower and wear deodorant.
In fact, we suggest it. Hipsterettes will dig you more, we promise.
"The Earth Will Shake" featured an a cappella interlude that fans chanted along to. Did we mention that the mosh pit continued to grow? It did. Until the band's tenth song or so, Thrice focused on its faster-paced, harder-hitting songs.
Thrice fans seem to transcend the barriers between skater-punks and hipsters. Never before have we seen so many people wearing Affliction T-shirts standing next to people wearing DC Shoes and cargo shorts next to people wearing skinny jeans and pearl snaps.
The band made a point to thank the bands that played before them, and even went so far as to call out the fans who booed and jeered. "We're all in the same house together," said lead vocalist Dustin Kensrue. "Let's not be insulting each other. That's not cool."
Sometimes, artists seem to forget who has been buying their music for so many years. Not Thrice. Instead, the band members thanked the crowd again and again, walking the tightrope between approachable nice guys and rock stars.
In the end, they pulled it off. More than anything else, Aftermath was impressed by how much fun the band members seemed to be having onstage. If we weren't fans before, we are now.
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