Post by rocky on Jun 7, 2003 6:59:57 GMT -5
On Sept.28, 2002 Danko Jones and Andrew WK performed at the Commodore in Toronto, here is the revue of that sensational as usual DJ show. Praise, praise, pour on the praise!!!!
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Anyhow, I was more eager to see Toronto’s Danko Jones. The last time I saw him, he was opening for the Murder City Devils at the Brickyard two years ago, and I was blown away. I’d never seen a guy with an ego so big that you could barely move — it filled every empty bit of space in the club — so I wanted to see how he did at the Commodore. As soon as he stepped onto the stage, you could tell he was born to perform. He just oozes confidence, he plays hard and it’s honest and sincere. Where Andrew W.K. had a stage full of musicians and fans and crap, Danko Jones had a minimalist setup: just the drums, him and his bassist on a square carpet in the middle of the stage… that’s it. He sniffed the air, growled “my mama raised a devil child” and proceeded to rock the foundation of the club with an incredibly tight rhythm section and just f**king intense, wicked songs. Some hard and fast twelve-bar blues, some start–and-stop swamp boogie, much like that of Zen Guerrilla, but with intelligible lyrics and 100% rawk. Speckled with anecdotes about success and rock n’ roll proclamations, Danko Jones’s performance was the part of the show that W.K. fans who took off early should hang their heads in shame for missing.
Cowboy TexAss
www.thenerveonline.com/livewire/livewire21-1.html
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Anyhow, I was more eager to see Toronto’s Danko Jones. The last time I saw him, he was opening for the Murder City Devils at the Brickyard two years ago, and I was blown away. I’d never seen a guy with an ego so big that you could barely move — it filled every empty bit of space in the club — so I wanted to see how he did at the Commodore. As soon as he stepped onto the stage, you could tell he was born to perform. He just oozes confidence, he plays hard and it’s honest and sincere. Where Andrew W.K. had a stage full of musicians and fans and crap, Danko Jones had a minimalist setup: just the drums, him and his bassist on a square carpet in the middle of the stage… that’s it. He sniffed the air, growled “my mama raised a devil child” and proceeded to rock the foundation of the club with an incredibly tight rhythm section and just f**king intense, wicked songs. Some hard and fast twelve-bar blues, some start–and-stop swamp boogie, much like that of Zen Guerrilla, but with intelligible lyrics and 100% rawk. Speckled with anecdotes about success and rock n’ roll proclamations, Danko Jones’s performance was the part of the show that W.K. fans who took off early should hang their heads in shame for missing.
Cowboy TexAss
www.thenerveonline.com/livewire/livewire21-1.html
Back it up..with attitude