Music Reviews

The Czars

The music is better suited for small clubs than auditoriums, and the intimacy needed for it to seep into the listener’s soul was lacking in the grand Victorian theatre.

The National

The Brooklyn-based five-piece delivered a heartrending set that managed to combine raw rock with mellodious soul thanks to lead singer Matt Berninger’s deep dark voice leavened by Bryce Dessner’s melodic pop guitar and the blood-pumping basses of Aaron Dessner and Scott Devendorf.

My Chemical Romance

Well, what other explanation can there be for this preacher man to instruct us ladies to “spit in the fucking faces” of any bouncer who asks us to flash our tits for a backstage pass? MCR: the new Germaine Greer? I think not. Whatever. The audible increase in the pitch of the screaming at the Astoria implied he had hit the spot with the girls anyway.

Damien Dempsey

His songs speak of suffering and struggle, the stock in trade for Irish singers and authors from Christy Moore to Frank McCourt, and that is where it got a bit much for this reviewer.

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