"AFK!"
"The Messenger"
"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.
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.
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