When I was first heard about Jeff the Brotherhood, it really made sense that I would like the band. My thought process was, well my name is Jeff, so the name gives me a nice feeling of comradery, they are from Nashville, I would like to live in Nashville, and they're a two-piece, the White Stripes were a two-piece. I bought the album "We are the Champions" and thought, while it wasn't the most memorable, it was still pretty cool, a bit of the Ramones, a bit of Weezer, some grungy guitar tones...
But still, let's not kid ourselves, "Queen" are the champions, not these guys...
A lot of times you have to see a band live to really enjoy them, and I figured, what better way to do that than to attend this free show at Santo's Party House in SoHo. However, Santo wasn't having a party this night. Instead, Jeff the Brotherhood played and I felt like I heard the same song twenty times. It was forty-five minutes or so of fuzz set to a medium tempo with zero dynamics. On the record I own they are a little dynamic, so maybe they just left those songs out? Also the sound at the club was perhaps not the greatest so maybe that's what did it. Either way, I respect JTB for getting out there and doing it, and they are not bad at what they do, and I do plan on picking up their new record "Hypnotic Knights". Honestly...I may have just been in a bad mood.
Some things earlier in the night I think set me off. To begin, the first band was too loud and obnoxious for a guy suffering from tinnitus to deal with. Indiscernible noise for 30 minutes is brutal. I wasn't alone in thinking that either; the couch section in the place filled up faster than the morning line at Starbucks.
Second thing of annoyance: these girls and their FUCKING bags! I don't know what possesses these women to have these gargantuan things attached to their hip wherever they go. I couldn't count the number of times one of these bags smacked me in my elbow tonight. Anytime any girl would walk by it was happening. I couldn't even put my arm down. The thing is too, these girls will spend 4- $500 on these things!!! I wouldn't spend that kind of money on, well, anything really, because I do not have it.
The last thing that pissed me off was the bathroom attendant. Not sure why I need a guy to squirt some soap on my hand and give me a paper towel when I'm a fully functioning human being. I'm not even sure this guy was working for the club?? I'm the kind of guy that won't use a urinal unless it has a divider on either side, and I can't piss if there is a line waiting behind me. Now there's a guy hanging around in there waiting for me to finish so he can rob me of my last dollar. Nope, like any creative person would, I reached in my back pocket, pretended to not feel my wallet, then put on a panicked look and raced out as if my wallet was stolen and the culprit could still be caught.
Blah so that's my rant. I'm off to tend to my cramps now while Jeff the Brotherhood are probably off getting laid by a million chicks.
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