The second day of the Capitol Hill Block Party ended up being a
much different experience for me than what I experienced Friday.
Friday I more or less spent the day band hopping, catching 15 to 25
minutes of a band and then jumping to the next band. I did this for
two reasons: 1) There weren’t any bands that captured my attention
enough to make me want to watch a full 45-minute set when I knew
there was more music out there to see, and 2) I wanted to
experience as much music as possible. This allowed me to see 15
bands in about eight hours, which was rewarding since I came across
a couple of new favorites (The Pharmacy, Airborne Toxic Event), but
boy was it tiring.
Saturday I took a bit of a different approach and I watched
complete sets by three bands while managing to see 11 bands total.
Here are my thoughts on what I saw:
3:00 The beer-soaked blues-rock of The
Hands was the perfect way to kick off my Saturday. These
Olympia rockers opened their set with a 20-minute suite of songs
that included a stunning rendition of “The Knife,” arguably the
best track on their self-titled debut. The guitarmanship (is that a
word?) was definitely the most rocking of the weekend. The
band’s song-carrying soaring riffs and fist-pumping, sing along
hooks give Southern rock some dank and grungy Northwest
flavor.
3:40 The Cave Singers, featuring Derek
Fudesco, formerly of Pretty Girls Make Graves, were a great
appetizer for Fleet Foxes, which took the stage a couple of hours
after The Cave Singers’ set came to a close. Unfortunately,
their acoustic sound was swallowed by the vastness of the
outdoors. Don’t get me wrong, the band sounded good, but it’s
always a bad sign when you can hear the crowd talking over the band
while the band is playing. A recommendation to CHBP organizers for
next year: Either turn up the amplifiers for the quieter bands on
the main stage of have them play in a club and put a louder band on
the main stage instead.
4:00 My friend and I made our only stop into King
Cobra Saturday to see The Whore Moans and it was well worth
waiting in line for a few minutes to see this band’s dual guitar,
tri-vocal assault. The screaming, singing and shouting of songs was
a nice mishmash of styles that make The Whore Moans come across as
a ball of pure rock ‘n’ roll that blends hardcore, punk and
metal all into one deliciously tasty musical morsel.