CONCERT REVIEW: Thee Oh Sees @ PhilaMOCA 11/14

"It's usually not so crowded here!" was overheard inside the plain white art gallery walls of PhilaMOCA last night. Everyone wanted to spend a Monday night sweating with San Francisco's Thee Oh Sees.

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CONCERT REVIEW: Thee Oh Sees @ PhilaMOCA 11/14

POSTED: Wednesday, November 16, 2011, 10:00 AM

“It’s usually not so crowded here!” was overheard inside the plain white art gallery walls of PhilaMOCA last night. Everyone wanted to spend a Monday night sweating with San Francisco’s Thee Oh Sees.

The night before the release of their second full length of the year, Carrion Crawler/The Dream (In the Red), guitarist/vocalist John Dwyer and keyboardist/tambourinist Brigid Dawson, who made a witch getup look angelic before the show, shared double duties and couldn’t have been more amped. Petey Dammit! held down the rhythm guitar role while Mike Shoun made up half of the double-drumming with newest member Lars Finberg (also frontman of The Intelligence). Combined, they created dense, but never muddled sonics that moved the crowd from start to set finish. Dwyer, a frontman with an insurmountable aura and energy blasted through Oh Sees’ flagship “Block of Ice,” from 2008’s The Master’s Bedroom Is Worth Spending a Night In and “Meat Step Lively” stomped off of Help. Everyone already knew “Carrion Crawler” because of all the blog buzz. But it was Warm Slime’s “I Was Denied” that turned the crowd into a raucous scene of sweat-sharing. Even the floor received its fair portion of the fluid. Thee Oh Sees tight setup, especially for having two drummers — that didn’t disappear — lured everyone to the front of the already small space as if the band was playing amongst the punk rock congregation, not to them.

Tourmate, Total Control, brought lead guitar noise with dissonant post-punk synth buzz from dow under off their August release, Henge Beat. They, just like opening act Pinelands, had to ask to bring the audience closer, but then were awarded with plenty of nodding heads. Pinelands’ simple, one man band of bass drum pounding, guitar strumming and vocals that reverbed off the charts. “Hey everyone, my mom’s here,” he shared at mid set point. She just flashed a sheepish smile and waved.

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