I don't have to gush much about Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros: see a few posts down. J'Adore. Our interview with super nice Christian Letts, a bandmember, just fanned the fire. Although with the tardiness of this review, you'd think I thought they/the show stunk. But it didn't, hooray.
Their show at the 9:30 Club at the end of July was lovely: rambled and rolled it's way, much like the stage's beautiful backdrop, to Oz, a wonderland that you don't understand but can't help but love.
Other local reviewers disagreed. They thought it looked sloppy and apathetic, and that the crowd wasn't into it. We were at different shows it seems. The crowd I witnessed sang along to every song. Danced more than white people normally like. Sat down on a gross club floor, as instructed, during the encore, in a peaceful, uneventful way.
And the band sounded great. What wasn't there to love? If you don't like their style, you can't like the music, because they create the music much in the way that they perform live. Wholly organic, sporadic and all over the place. But the product in my opinion is pretty damn good. Peep the scorecard for mo info.
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