White Fence at The Trunk Space, 8/3/2011
The Rhythm Room
Wednesday, August 3
Sometimes a band blows you away out of nowhere. White Fence is one of those bands.
The group fucking ruled.
But let's backtrack a bit.
The night kicked off with local veteran, Matthew Reveles' new outfit, Cowboy The Indian hitting the stage at about 8:48pm. A few moments of awkward stage banter, a Green Day impression, and six-songs later (including a very rad Yo La Tengo cover), their set was over and it was pretty solid, excluding the mic issues that plagued the first few minutes of the folky sounds.
For the sake of clarity, I walked into this show with the full intention of reviewing Woods' set and throwing in a rant or two about White Fence, but after the experience, I just couldn't help myself.
Cowboy The Indian
White Fence hit the stage right at 9:45, kicking off their set with a song dedicated to The Fresh & Onlys' Tim Cohen.
I remember uttering to my friend "This dude (singer, Tim Presley) totally looks British", with the highwaisted black slacks and a roughed up, tucked-in white t-shirt complete with bed-hair and a general unfazed facial expression. Two songs in, and that the crowd was already in a trance, little did they know the next 45- minutes would include moments of guitar frenzy, effortlessly executed, with guitar riffs reminiscent of '70s punk bands like Sex Pistols or The Ramones, all spiced up with a dash of '60s surf rock. Yeah, two decades of music infused into one rock 'n' roll set.
Lead singer, Tim Presley is one well-rounded dude, he spent his earlier years dipping his fingers in the punk and hardcore scene playing with the Nerve Agents, afterwards he began playing in several psychedelic rock bands including Darker My Love. His solo project White Fence finds him borrowing elements from his eclectic resume, creating hazzy, surf-punk inspired rock 'n' roll.
Records can be incredibly deceiving, an average listener would typically walk into a show expeciting to witness a live, acceptably-exact rendition of what's heard on an album, it's often up to the band to exceed these set expectations, and White Fence did just that.
Their set was a far cry from the fuzzy, bedroom-demo sounding vibe portrayed on their record.
Tim's musicianship is extraordinary to say the least, specifically the way he shreds on the guitar, and the way the band grooved to their songs implied a great deal of musical embodiment; their slow, hoppy movements was perfectly in-tune with their melodic, psychedelic grooves.
Their music easily combines mellow feelings of nostalgia, free-flowing rhythms and uncomplicated yet incredibly refined lyrics.
They sped through a solid set-list of 12 songs, sending the crowd into a frenzy and setting the stage for tour mates, Woods. It was a shame it had to end, but not before Tim cheekily chewed up a concert goer for texting while at the show.
How's that for rock 'n' roll?
Random Dump: If you're going to spend $10 for a show, you had better know who the bands are, or at least be willing to groove to their tunes... however, if you're one of the bros that snuck in through the side-door, well...whatever.
Personal Bias: Shred so hard my ears bleed and I'll instantly fall in love with your band, forever.
Seven: Amount of times I wanted to yell out "I Love You" during White Fence's set. I had to hold myself back.
Three: Songs that didn't require a bassist.
Four: People dancing in the crowd - including one very "in-tune with the music" gal.
The Crowd: Wednesday night hipsters.
Overheard: Speaking about Woods - "They need variations in band names, dude", 'cleverly' blurted out by aforementioned bro who was previously discussing San Francisco based, psychedelic rockers, Wooden Shjips.
"When There Is No Crowd"
"Who Feels Right?"
"I'll Follow You"
"Lillian (Won't You Play Drums?)"
"Get That Heart"
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