Quick Concert Review: Smith Westerns

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Thet band Smith Westerns and the all-too-rare Hopslam were both on tap last night at DC’s Black Cat.  If the band had been one eighth as good as the beer, it would have been worth seeing them perform live.  They’re not. Truly, the beer was memorable while the band was, unfortunately, too weak to be forgettable.

Unless this Chicago band figures out a way to amp up their performances and be more than a produced nicety, they will disappear from the scene more quickly than Hopslam does after its limited annualized release. So, in short….run to whichever establishment stocks / serves Hopslam, and run from any establishment that serves up the Smith Westerns.  The only allowable exception is when both are concurrently served.

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Behrnsie has a love for music that dare not speak its name. He attends many shows and can often be found counting out the beats for no discernible reason. He played alto saxophone in his middle school jazz band, where he was best known for infuriating his instructor when it was revealed that he played everything by ear, and could not in fact read music. He takes great pride that this is the same talent/affliction that got Tori Amos kicked out of the Peabody Academy. He does not live in his parents’ basement….except during the holidays.