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Mystery of Two Live @ Beachland Tavern Cleveland 07.31.09
The
record release show is a time honored tradition. After all the hard
work writing and recording an album, and all that time waiting for the
final mix, the album art, and test pressings, it's an opportunity for a
little relaxation with friends, family, and label mates as you kick out
some jams from your latest release. It's a pat on the back, "Hey man,
how's it going?" and a handshake from that friend you haven't seen
since forever. And if it isn't your finest performance, well, f*ck it.
You'll shred your next show. There's a new album sitting on the merch
table, and you're gonna celebrate tonight with shots of middle shelf
liquor and beers not named Pabst, maybe Budweiser, or Lowenbrau, a
micro-brew, or something with an English name, 'cause you're not
buying. That friend you haven't seen in forever, he's buying.
Mystery of Two
didn't get the, "It's ok to go half-a**ed during your record release
show, because you earned it" memo. Instead, the Cleveland, post-punk
trio took the Beachland Tavern stage Friday night as if they had
something to prove. Oh, they said their thank yous, and acknowledged
the newly released, self-titled album back at the merch table, but when
it was time to rock, they looked out at that crowd, packed tighter than
your typical Cleveland record release show, and rocked more like an out
of town headliner than a local band taking a victory lap.
From
the onset, guitarist/vocalist Ryan Weitzel was intent on shredding.
Through "Gravity," "Repeat It," and "French Rocking Horse" Weitzel
would move nimbly, like Tom Verlaine and Richard Lloyd of Television,
then turn on the fuzz, coming off like a Dick Dale/Kurt Cobain,
surf/grunge hybrid. The rhythm section of Jeff Deasy on bass and Nick
Reilly on drums, didn't get the memo, either. Deasy, with his bass
slung low, and Reilly, all arms and all action, were both fierce and
channeled, proficient, agile, and energetic. By the time, Mystery of
Two got to "Swimming," another cut from their self-titled album, the
boys had worked up quite a sweat. It wasn't a particularly hot night,
and I don't think it was the middle shelf booze coming through the
pores. They weren't getting rowdy and wearing their moderately priced
beers, either. It was from effort, an effort to prove those songs on
that album were no fluke, and an effort appreciated by all those in
attendance.Labels: cleveland rockers, live, mystery of two, review |
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