This Little Underground
Published: September 12, 2012
RIA artist Marble also performed solo. But besides your basic knob-twisting and button-mashing, he actually sang, which certainly goes to his credit. And his more pop-oriented clarity produced some very lovely songs.
Then, amid all those solo jocks, Jacksonville's Personal Boy came with an actual full-band setup. Despite that surprise, however, they ended up being a basic-sounding synth-pop act.
The pinnacle of the anniversary week was a band that hasn't played Orlando since they played at the original Will's Pub location more than eight years ago. In concert, Colorado's Slim Cessna's Auto Club are an experience. There's a good reason Legendary Shack Shakers frontman Colonel J.D. Wilkes, himself a total wild man onstage, recommended these guys to me. First, they're strikingly fronted by the duo of Slim Cessna, who looks like a preternaturally stretched country preacher, and Jay Munly, who looks like a possessed, singing cadaver. Ever seen Christian Bale in The Machinist? Well, dress him up in Western wear and you've got Munly.
But their devotional live spectacle is rousing in a way that is unfamiliar to most rock fans. Like American roots music gone seriously sideways, their Appalachian punk had city people dancing like hillbillies and is probably the closest most of us heathen bar folk will come to a pure church experience. The only thing missing from Slim Cessna's show is rattlesnakes. The band whipped the room into such a rapture of in-the-moment bliss and belief that they could've convinced this crowd to march on City Hall. I can't think of any more manifest testament to their music and live show than that.
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