Friday Night at the Blowout
The Ferndale contingent of Blowout marches on. Enough has been written about whether a more focused event held on one weekend in Hamtramck would have been better (it would have), but walking through Ferndale does allow ample opportunity to laugh at the club scene that seems to have sprung up there.
The Library seemed to be the epicenter of the evening. Phantom Cats opened up—fucking amazing as always. The mic couldn’t do Liz’s Fifth Element wails justice, but the magic was still there. For my money, the Phantom Cats are laying down the most dynamic, beautiful songs in town. Then—proving that at least some amount of thought was put into arranging the acts—Pewter Cub and the Pupils performed, respectively. Both bands have locked into what I believe Kenny Loggins fondly called “The Danger Zone”. I was really just glad to see that Dave had gotten out of that Ecuadoran prison in time to play with both groups.
However, the best two bands of the evening were found at opposing ends of the Woodward strip. The Fencemen, from Lansing, rocked out to a packed WAB. With no shortage of power, the band ripped it up. Want a string of adjectives to describe their performance, you say? How about this: their foreboding energy rattled the desperate air. My favorite part was their drummer. He has this great drummer face—it sort of switches between this look of intense concentration and a smirk that suggests he just considered the most diabolical act imaginable.
Then, over at Go Comedy, My Pal Val performed. It was one of those shows where you consider that perhaps a 3-day festival should be held where just My Pal Val plays. Where the Fencemen were intense, My Pal Val was fun—plaintive and cool. If Jimi Hendrix and the Pixies had a baby, it would listen to My Pal Val.
And what of this final night? Why—Odd Hours are playing. They hit the Library’s non-stage at 9:20. Anything after that is just a bonus.