5/22- The Thermals @ Mohawk
Friday night was a great evening for an outdoor show; the cool breeze of the impending rains allowed the crowd to remain cool during what would normally be considered a hot Texas night. Til We’re Blue or Destroy opened up the evening just before The Shaky Hands, which led us into the night’s main event, The Thermals. Follow the jump for full show review.
Til We’re Blue or Destroy reminded the locals just why they are one of the big movers in the local Austin scene. Their short set was just a small dose of what their upcoming album may hold. Said album is said to hit our streets this July.
Once the Shaky Hands took to the stage, the night clearly took off. Their energy-filled set reminded many in the audience of Kings of Leon, back when that band was worth mentioning. It was a cross of folk-punk-country with a stellar drumming performance. Not to mention that the bass player wore a Flipper t-shirt, so you can’t go wrong there can you? They left the stage drenched in swear, with the crowd practically salivating for more music.
Then out came The Thermals. Honestly, the great thing about the band, aside from the fact that they write great tunes, is that they have the uncanny ability to get a seemingly nonchalant Austin audience to actually uncross their arms and move about a little bit. When they played hits like “Here’s Your Future” or “How We Know” the crowd started bouncing up and down, with fists pumping highly in the air. It’s strange to think that a band with such lo-fi tendencies has this incredible ability to write songs with lyrics that lead towards anthemic sing-a-longs. Almost every person in attendance seemed to know the words to the more popular songs, which echoed throughout the audience as the set wore on.
One of the more important notes was the relationship between the band. As Kathy bobbed away on her bass, as only Kathy does, you could catch Hutch sneaking a glimpse over at her to make sure she was having as much fun as he was. They seemed free, only stepping onto the stage to bang out as many as their incredible songs as was possible. You also have to give it up for the new drummer, Westin Glass. His constant enthusiasm only made the show that much more enjoyable. Behind the kit, he hammered away with fervor, pausing only to encourage audience participation by waving his hand wildly in the air, just as the rest of us did. As the band closed the night with “No Culture Icons” I only had one thing on my mind: Dear Thermals, “I can’t fucking stop thinking about you.”