Last night at the Record Bar was one of those times when you go to a show expecting nothing and totally get blown away. I speak for everyone -- all 15 or so of us -- who were there. Thanks, Black Hollies.
Far from being a blase, modded-out retro act, the Black Hollies come live with an arsenal of testosteronal psychedelic pop that attempts to reach back in time via a tube-amp-generated wormhole and fuse a couple of fratboy 50s bands to the Lovin' Spoonfull to early '70s Who. Last night, when bassist and lead singer Justin Morey isn't singing about sweet-sweet lovin', his fingers tore up the frets alongside his madcap sidemen's own righteous wallbanging -- Herb Wiley (lead gtr/backup vocals), Jon Gonnelli (12-string gtr) and Keith Moon-conjuring drummer Nichoals Ferrante -- making for a continous head-unzip with breaks only for the verses. The message I'm getting at: These prettyboys can actually play.
And they're playing tonight at the Replay. Be there.
The Black Hollies - "Baby, I'm Your Fool"
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