Show Review: Elvis Perkins in Dearland and A.A. Bondy at the Gargoyle, Friday, November 20
REVIEW BY KELSEY WHIPPLE
From the looks of things last night at the Gargoyle, Dearland seems like a nice place to be. Transformed by the beards and spirits of upstate New York's Elvis Perkins in Dearland, the midsized crowd experienced what that place sounds like, at the very least -- like the O Brother, Where Art You? soundtrack met Rufus Wainwright and the two got along swimmingly. There might just be hope yet in Elvis's jokes that the band's "dear land" is real.
(AA Bondy, last night at the Gargoyle)
The quiet (and often quaint) night started with, floated around and quietly ended with. folk influences -- a comforting common denominator between Elvis and his easygoing opener, A.A. Bondy. Bondy, backed by two musicians, opened the evening with a bit of a lull -- albeit a soothing, sway-inducing one, with gentle melodies about life's ifs sung in a gusty, lilting singsong. A few choice curse word merited enough humor for Bondy to joke that the venue "is not a church," a sarcastic and rather foreboding warning of events to come. Near its end, Bondy's set devolved into somewhat of a musical wild rumpus, with both Elvis and the "in Dearland" part of his band flocking to the stage to add layer upon layer to a final instrument solo that sounded as fun as it looked.




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