This Little Underground
Published: August 15, 2012
Although I've got to admit ignorance on much of Buckingham's solo stuff, I do know how definitive he was in the prime years of Fleetwood Mac. And besides his remarkably intact guitar heroics, most impressive and moving is the fact that he still has the fire in his belly and in his heart. That's a beautiful thing to see from such an accomplished artist at this phase of his career. Yes, he's a master performer at this point, but he still feels the full rapture up there. The Plaza brings another impressive master to the stage.
Chicago's Russian Circles always kill live (Aug. 11, Will's Pub). But apparently I wasn't the only one eager for a first live glimpse of L.A. opener Marriages. Using a similarly heavy rock reference point as their parent band Red Sparowes, the trio's drama-rock is a dance of elegant despair that rolls in black as midnight and with the weight of a hundred atmospheres. Emma Ruth Rundle's mournful, unsettled vocals are melodic in a way that often seems less intent to charm your ears than to claw your soul. Motoring it all were Greg Burns' deep bass lines, which throb with a patient insistence that seems without beginning or end. And they completely wowed the packed room.
And speaking of Los Angeles, good luck there, Dwight. Don't worry about getting lost, big boy. Shaq's already paved that road for you.
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