- Terrible photo of Zach Hill.
On Facebook yesterday, I saw a post that said Riot Room only had 20 tickets left for last night's Pinback show. Good for Pinback
, I thought. I figured most people had forgotten about the San Diego indie-rock act
. I stopped in last night, curious to see who all these local Pinback fans are.
- Terrible photo of Rob Crow
It had somehow never occurred to me that Pinback is kind of an emo band. Or maybe they're an indie-rock band with an emo following? Those genre labels are mostly meaningless when it comes to the actual music, but in terms of the fans, they can be helpful. Last night wasn't the same crowd that turns up when some band that Pitchfork just Best New Music'd
rolls into town, for example. These were true-blue fans who knew all the words. Many of them were chubby, sweaty, earnest dudes with beards - basically, guys like
frontman Rob Crow. Lots of guys yelling out for songs:
"Don't listen to him! Play AFK!"
It's too early to complain, because it's going to get so much worse, but damn, son, it was hot in there last night. It must have been 85 degrees in the part of the crowd where I was standing, and after two songs and an Along Came Polly moment with an especially excited fan, I just had to surrender to the perspiration.
- Terrible photo of entire band
The band performed as a three-piece: Crow on guitar, Zach Hill on bass, and Chris Prescott on drums (plus some occasional keyboard parts looped in). Crow is the star — his delivery is passionate, even hammy by indie-rock standards — and Hill, who also sings, is his quiet, restrained counterweight. Hill can really claw at that bass. At one point I caught him holding some chord that stretched his fingers across five frets.
I didn't write down all the songs, but they played "Syracuse," "Concrete Seconds," "Sherman," "Soaked," "Boo," and "Sender." Highlight of the set was "Fortress," on which Crow — who must have guzzled six Newcastles in the hour-and-a-half Pinback played — bulldozed out into the crowd and absorbed the love of his people. "This is, like, a real rock show," my companion noted, and it was. And we could use more of those.