I Have No Face because it has been rocked off. Entirely. In 3 out of 4 Modest Mouse shows I’ve been to I’ve been pummelled with the most amazing sound and vitriolic presentation ever. And I mean that in an AWESOME way. (At the fourth I was too far away to absorb the full impact of the music.)
Isaac Brock and crew (Eric Judy, Jeremiah Green, at al.) simply put on the tightest, most powerful music show of any band I’ve seen, time and time again. The music is beautiful and the lyrics insightful but the primal aggression the band exudes takes it to another level. This is not a rock show for the faint of heart. The kiddies who caught the singles on the radio were wholly unprepared for the relentless wave of rock that surged outward from the stage at the Cain’s Ballroom, unprepared for the intensity of Brock‘s vocals, unprepared for what they will come to know as the greatest rock experience of their lives: The Mouse in a what most consider the greatest rock music venue in Oklahoma playing to a packed, sold-out house. It was phenomenal.
There were two opening acts, the first a crappy garage Cure knock-off (music stylings, not hair stylings) called Cass McCombs, the second a dude named Mason Jennings and his bassist and drummer. Jennings had a good solid rock show, great vocals and awesome rock when the band cut loose. I get the feeling he’s more of a singer-songwriter than a straight rocker, but he’s definitely worth
a look-see and listen. I’d like to see what he’d do with a full two hour set.
