Entrance Band, Slim’s SF, 04-15-2011
Horrible, almost. I hate Slim’s. I’ve seen some of my favorite bands there; X, The Melvins, and now Entrance. I love Entrance, truly, but it was a bad show. I fault the venue. I can’t figure it out. The sound is good, the space is ok, they got booze, but it’s always horrible.
Guy got a haircut
Rachel Fannan and band opened. She had a great band, a great voice, cool songs, Uncle Vic was kicking in and they lead guitarist’s surfy jangley thing was making me swoon but some dumb bitches in the audience couldn’t shut their big ugly mouths. It was deafening, you know how girls get when they’re drunk. Stupid. I really don’t care about your red handbag or whatever. It’s not that funny. You’re not that pretty. You have an annoying voice you learned to use in clubs and bars while trolling for coke. I came here to listen, you douchebags. Rachel noticed, maybe glared a couple times but she kept her cool. When she was done though she bolted backstage, thanking all those that actually came to listen. She looked pissed off and rightfully so. She was really giving it her all. I felt sorry for her. Dumb San Francisco music scene. Actually, dumb people that go to Slim’s.
But whatever, Uncle Vic and that Knob Creek on the rocks was working pretty good and I was with my girl and we went across the street for a Thanksgiving style crepe and I could hear the
Paz
opening song so we raced inside and pushed our way to the front. Mel had never seen Entrance though I’ve talked them up enough. The first song was cool, just warming up. Then they played something new. I was happy to hear something new after hearing Grim Reaper Blues and MLK about a million times or whatever. And then another new song, and another. Paz was feeeling it. She took off her blouse and all she had on was a rad little black skin tight thing and the songs were a bit more of a groove and she certainly owning it. Guy, on the other hand, was going through the motions. Maybe Paz had more invested in these new ditties. They seemed off, like Guy wasn’t really on the same page, but the effect was a bit mesmerizing and psychedelic. Still, the songs weren’t nearly as ambitious as the old stuff and it got boring. I can’t believe I’m saying this. Entrance Band boring? Fuck that. Another symptom of a bad venue with a horrible crowd? At this point I didn’t know.
Then they were off the stage and the audience gave a rather meager attempt to get them back. I said to Mel, “This is where they play the old stuff and now you’re gonna see something.”
Sure enough, they hit the stage and played just one song, Grim Reaper Blues, and they put in a few twists and it was brilliant. Mel leaned back and said, “You’re right. This stuff is so much better.”
I hate to be one of those, Their older stuff is better, kind of vibe guys, but it’s true. That shit sux in comparison. Get some balls back and go get really stoned and see what comes out, so to speak. Fuck all. Still, that last song almost, but not quite, made up for a rather mediocre evening. Thanks for nothing, Slim’s.