Dressed in drab green Army jackets and thrift-store chic, the Sadies tower over me as they walk by, each over six feet tall. While large in stature, they aren’t the least bit intimidating, carrying a certain kindness about them. That thought was dispelled when the first chord struck and the bellowing Good brothers, Dallas and Travis, stood tall on opposite ends of the stage, vocal chords stretched and belting primeval howls. The freak-out had begun.
Proficient musicians in psychedelic rock, rockabilly, alternative country, and straight-up rock and roll, the Sadies’ set took on the form of a runaway locomotive blasting through the walls of the Casbah. From waltzy rock (“Tell Her What I Said”), to rockabilly (“Cheat”), to good old-fashioned toe-tapping country (“Higher Power”), you never knew what was coming next.
With Travis wielding a quiver of stringed instruments and creating a searing fury of sound, Dallas carefully filled in the holes with his precise plucking. And just before the gathering storm lost shape, the rhythm section of Sean Dean and Mike Belitsky grounded the quartet.
While the entire set didn't flow as smoothly as their latest studio release, Dark Circles, you'd be hard-pressed to find a disappointed fan in attendance. The combination of psych-rock and the liquid-light show was enough to make me question what exactly I imbibed that night, but Dallas Good put up best: “I usually have to spend a bunch of money to see visuals like this.”
Dressed in drab green Army jackets and thrift-store chic, the Sadies tower over me as they walk by, each over six feet tall. While large in stature, they aren’t the least bit intimidating, carrying a certain kindness about them. That thought was dispelled when the first chord struck and the bellowing Good brothers, Dallas and Travis, stood tall on opposite ends of the stage, vocal chords stretched and belting primeval howls. The freak-out had begun.
Proficient musicians in psychedelic rock, rockabilly, alternative country, and straight-up rock and roll, the Sadies’ set took on the form of a runaway locomotive blasting through the walls of the Casbah. From waltzy rock (“Tell Her What I Said”), to rockabilly (“Cheat”), to good old-fashioned toe-tapping country (“Higher Power”), you never knew what was coming next.
With Travis wielding a quiver of stringed instruments and creating a searing fury of sound, Dallas carefully filled in the holes with his precise plucking. And just before the gathering storm lost shape, the rhythm section of Sean Dean and Mike Belitsky grounded the quartet.
While the entire set didn't flow as smoothly as their latest studio release, Dark Circles, you'd be hard-pressed to find a disappointed fan in attendance. The combination of psych-rock and the liquid-light show was enough to make me question what exactly I imbibed that night, but Dallas Good put up best: “I usually have to spend a bunch of money to see visuals like this.”