Scratch that. They A Cameth, Saturday night at the Mercury Lounge in New York City (little known fact: NYC is home to the 2nd largest metropolitan pirate area in North America). On a night when I needed to forget about the pressures of real life, corrode my liver and remember what it’s like to have fun – the Nightmare River Band was there for me.
Fresh off their 1st national tour, their welcome home show displayed just what they had picked up on the road. A well oiled versatile machine, they opened with the one, two punch of “To The Sea” and “Jeffrey Dahmer” with enough bone crunching riffs to open up a morgue. Lead singer, Matt Krahula displayed a confidence and wardrobe rarely seen in today’s modern rock scene. Bearded 1st mate, Kris Hayes’ guitar teetered dangerously on the verge of controlled chaos and capsizing, but never reaching total meltdown.
Drummer, Seth Faulk and bassist Andy “Tall” Tekverk helped propel power houses, “Mary” and “Dreamin” to new peaks of excellence…and tallness. The audience was lucky enough to hear the title track of the album, “Call The Cops!!”, TCM’s favorite song about domestic abuse.
The band was augmented by friends, Dan Romer on accordion and Wil Farr on mandolin. You have never seen anyone rape a mandolin with such furry and aggression in your life. This I promise you.
The bottom line is I have never seen a band that made me feel like I was drunk just by listening to their music. It’s a hell of a feeling to be surrounded by hundreds of people with glasses raised, shouting along to choruses about drinking. Even the songs that aren’t about drinking make you want to drink. Mr. Jimmy Buffet you can sit the fuck down, because this is the real deal.
To The Sea:
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Temporarily sober up and buy the album here!
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