I got to the Comet a little too early and got bored of waiting around, so I left and went to the North Side Tavern. Protocol were there, good band. Sort of a mix of The Kinks, early Stones, a touch of the Violent Femmes and a dash of blues. I dug what they had going on, I'll go see them again.
Went back to the Comet around 12. The Carlsonics f*cking RAWKED. Great energy, especially from the lead singer. They did a cover of Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit" to allow us to really get a feel for their bass player's voice. She was great. A highlilght was the "George Bush, Liar Liar Pants on Fire" mobile pulling up out front briefly. It got a standing ovation from the crowd. That was cool. I boutht their CD and I'm calling my friends up in Columbus, demanding they go see this band tonight. I felt like shit, but I'm glad I went now.
Had been waiting to see the Heartless Bastards for a long time....but they didn't do much for me.
Here's what Citybeat said about them:
The Carlsonics play a fuzzy, dank-basement brand of neo-psychedelia rife with dizzyingly powerful guitar outbursts that straddle the line between Mudhoney-like, out-of-control rapture and Sonic Youth's bold adventurousness. On the raw, rugged quintet's self-titled debut, released on the esteemed Arena Rock Recording Company imprint, the band takes the rambunctious energy and freedom of Garage Rock, splices it with a slanted, tripped-out boogie and adds its own unique melodic personality to keep it distinct. Spontaneous feedback and guitar noise add a level of immediacy to the recording, with the two-guitar interaction providing much of the album's backbone, braiding dirty riffs together to create a tapestry of layered Squawk & Roll. There's a creeping quality to the band's melodic approach; songs like "I Dig the Bushwhack" and "Ice People" don't hit you over the head, but they do manage to work their way up there pretty deep after repeated listens. The Carlsonics have a far-reaching grasp on vintage Rock forms, but they are never too overt and rarely do they treat the blueprint as an archetype. "Tonight We Dine on Fumes" is built on a '60s guitar chime and radiant background vocals before exploding into a bridge of willful cacophony that Keith Moon would have been proud to be a part of, while the jaunty, slashing "Senator Trudge and the Clap Division" and pre-punkish "Done In" also provide album highlights. The Carlsonics have drawn as much praise for their vigorous live performances as they have for their recording output, so checking out this free show at The Comet on Thursday should be a welcome surprise from one of D.C.'s most promising new bands.