Drive-By Truckers Frontman Patterson Hood Cruises Into Suburban Philly For A Seasonal Solo Show

Drive-By Trucker Patterson Hood wheeled into Ardmore Music Hall for a stripped-down performance this holiday season. Local singer/songwriter Chris Kasper started the acoustic rockin’ of the Philly suburbs with his last show of 2018 before Hood cruised through a set of solo and DBT material. MAGNET photographer Chris Sikich was parked in front of the stage for these looks under, over and at the Hood.

Grace Vonderkuhn Kicks Out The Garage-Rock Reveries In The City Of Sisterly Love

Grace Vonderkuhn may not technically be from MAGNET’s hometown of Philly, but since Wilmington, Del., is right down I-95 from us, we can still claim her as one of our own. Vonderkuhn and band recently brought their powerful, pop-infused psych/garage rock up north to the Barbary for a killer show with Full Bush. MAGNET photographer Chris Sikich came away with these nuggets.

Full Bush
Grace Vonderkuhn and band

Priests Made Everything Feel Natural In Philly, Preaching To The Choir And Converting Newcomers

D.C. quartet Priests presided over a congregation of true believers at our hometown’s PhilaMOCA earlier this month. The Katie Alice Greer-fronted outfit’s debut, Nothing Feels Natural, was our number 14 album of last year, and live they showed they will be a force to be reckoned with for years to come. Local openers Empath and Carnivorous Bells rounded out the lineup. MAGNET photographer Chris Sikich was there to smash his head on the post-punk rock.

Empath
Carnivorous Bells
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Empath

Live Review: Strand Of Oaks, Carl Broemel, Joe Pug, Philadelphia, Dec. 6, 2018

Strand Of Oaks’ annual Winter Classic turned four this year, and MAGNET’s M.J. Fine (words) and Chris Sikich (photos) braved the Philly cold to join in the celebration

As December traditions go, Strand Of Oaks’ Winter Classic is a balm, a refuge, a relief and a respite. No matter what it sounds like outside Philly’s Boot & Saddle—whether it’s the savagely sappy and overly produced Christmas tunes that permeate nearly every public space or the self-induced stress of cramming for inevitably incomplete end-of-the-year critics lists—onstage, it’s Tim Showalter and whichever confederates he’s assembled, playing whatever they want. Untethered to promotional cycles, the annual three-day event traffics in cherished tunes and unexpected treats, both a celebration of surviving another year and a booster shot for the dark days ahead.

On the first night of Winter Classic IV, which ran December 6-8, those treats included “Passing Out” (from the Hard Love offshoot Harder Love), a tender new song about Showalter’s wife, a lovely version of “Last To Swim” (off Pope Killdragon) and a pair of melancholy covers: Beck’s “The Golden Age” and Songs: Ohia’s “The Gray Tower,” with the late Jason Molina’s guitar doing the heavy lifting on the latter as both totem and tool. (It’s one of two songs Goshen Electric Co.—Showalter fronting Molina’s Magnolia Electric Co.—released last month on a Secretly Canadian seven-inch.)

Showalter’s companions for all three shows were singer/songwriters Carl Broemel (My Morning Jacket) and Joe Pug, who contributed affable solo sets and solid support. Each brought a cheering section of sorts, but it was the charismatic Showalter who commanded the small stage. Joined for the first five songs by Broemel and flanked for the last five by both Broemel and Pug, with four solo numbers in the middle, Showalter was clearly the star, even as he sought to cede the spotlight by playing backup on a couple of his temporary bandmates’ own tunes in the main set: Pug took the lead on “Hymn #101” and Broemel on “Carried Away.” Either might’ve been a highlight in another context, and “Carried Away” may well be beloved by My Morning Jacket fans who’ve heard it from their lawn seats. But it was Strand Of Oaks’ own intimate epics that once again proved to be the reason for the Winter Classic season.

There was “JM,” the brutal but ultimately transcendent reminder of how Molina’s songs helped Showalter make it through his formative years, yet weren’t sufficient to save Molina himself. There was “Radio Kids,” a slightly lighter but no less incandescent ode to the permanent marks left by fleeting sounds. And there was “Goshen ’97,” in its rightful place as closer, winding us up with the sing-along refrain of “I don’t want to start all over again.” A gleeful Showalter had us sing it until we were hoarse, and it kept ringing in our ears as we walked back through the sweaty bar into the chilly night, ready to do it all again the next night. Or, at least, next year.

Like a song that’s stayed with you from relationship to relationship, job to job, apartment to apartment, Winter Classic V will be totally different, yet no doubt perfect in its own way.

Puddles Pity Party Sends Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J.

Puddles Pity Party, the nearly seven-foot sad clown who sings, dances and does other things clowns do (only better and, well, sadder), brought his act to Asbury Park, N.J., last week for two shows at Asbury Lanes. MAGNET photographer Wes Orshoski was at night one and came away with these portraits of the artist as a sad clown. Says Wes of the Notorious PPP, “If you haven’t had a chance to see him, go! It’s a riot!!!!”