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Play ‘Sweet Home Fort Worth’!
What a warm welcome Titan Moon’s been receiving from good ol’ Cowtown so far. Here’s this really good, really progressive modern rock outfit. In the county seat now, from parts unknown (actually, Wisconsin). Looking to keep a great thing going. And now playing the Saffire regularly and, last week, to barely a handful of people, one of whom actually, in one breath, requested “Whipping Post” (Allman Brothers) then, in next, whined about the volume. (Jesus H. Christ. It’s one thing to be stupid; quite another to just revel in your stupidity like a pig in shit. Dumb people are fine. A lot of HearSay’s friends — and HearSay most of the time — are dumb people. But dumb people who feel the need to rub your nose in the fact that they’re fucking brain-dead — despicable.)
Somehow, last week at the Saffire, the rowdy Allman Brothers fan managed to recede from HearSay’s consciousness at about the time Titan Moon really began cooking. (Then, your trusty columnist — apparently not content with just watching the frickin’ band — became haunted by the horrible, egregious, abhorrent visual art hanging all over the Saffire’s otherwise groovy interior. But that’s another story.) A music-loving FOHS (Friend O’ HearSay’s) encapsulated Titan Moon’s sound thusly: “Like U2 and Coldplay.” (Obviously, he’s not a critic, ’cause the first thing we learn in Music Criticism 101 is to avoid referencing popular bands when describing other bands’ music. But what he said seemed to fit perfectly, so ...) The U2 comes from almost ethereal, techno-ish atmospherics in the band’s sonics, and the Coldplay from the plaintive lyrics riding on wispy melodies that are never too far from starting a riot — or rising above one: For all the radio-friendly pop in Titan Moon’s heart, there’s a mooky little metalhead lurking somewhere inside their brains. That ol’ standby of a trick of creating drama by shifting between soft/almost melancholy and hard/almost pissed off loses none of its luster in Titan Moon’s hands. Simply, if there’s a new band that’s more ready for making the big jump from the Saffire to one of the Big Three, HearSay can’t think of one.
Horror-ible
Fort Worth — all of Tarrant County, in fact — should feel shame. It’s the Halloween weekend, and not one production of The Rocky Horror Show is happening. There’s not even a venue playing The Rocky Horror Picture Show. What the fuck? So. Not one to let any backsliding among the movers and shakers in this (apparently) backward town go unnoticed, HearSay has a plan: Friday night will see Chez HearSay turn into a steamy boîte. Bring some beer, and we’ll watch the fucking movie. Cool? Cool.
(Now you can’t say HearSay never picked up anyone else’s slack ...)
Contact HearSay at hearsay@fwweekly.com.
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