NYS Music 2023

Author: kali kugler

  • The Paper Kites & The Roadhouse Band at Racket: A Halloween Special

    On October 31, The Paper Kites and touring guest The Roadhouse Band performed together at New York City’s Racket. On their North American Tour, The Paper Kites are celebrating their new record At The Roadhouse, an artistic project birthed between the four walls of a dive bar in Australia that fans all across the world are holding close to their hearts today.

    With the epitome of an autumnal sound combined with the holiday atmosphere, The Paper Kites pulled in the proper crowd: costume-enthusiast folk fanatics.

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    A crowd with creative costume ideas slowly filled the warehouse venue in the Meatpacking District. Spiderman, Peach and Mario, and plenty of Bob Dylan‘s mingled while awaiting the opening set. At 8:00 PM, The Cactus Blossoms casually strummed into their first song. With only an acoustic and an electric guitar paired with soothing vocals, the duo provided a warm opening performance. They expressed their gratitude to be on their first ever tour, and even more so they praised The Paper Kites for the opportunity and their musical influence. 

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    Shortly after the Cactus Blossoms made their way off the stage, the stage crew decorated the space with an arsenal of instruments. True to The Paper Kites’ rich production value, each instrument that can be intentionally heard on their newest album was prepped and ready to be used on stage. Multiple forms of percussion, a collection of strings, an organ, electric keys, and the iconic vintage-looking microphone sat waiting to be given life.

    Once their signature drapes were hung across the back of the stage, the lights dimmed and each band member made their way onto stage. Eight people on stage seemed like it would be tight, but the congealed bands stitched together comfortably, and so did their sound. 

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    The traditional lead of an acoustic guitar through their melody was threaded with the most intentional additions of twangy strings of banjos and mandolins, the romantic hum of the organ, the tune of the harmonica, and the heartbeat of various drums. If there’s one thing The Paper Kites are, it is consistent – consistently impressive. With a memorable setlist it can become difficult to entertain returning fans, but The Paper Kites routinely delivers a unique listening experience that bends the confines of genre labels through experimentation and passion.

    On stage stood eight music connoisseurs. Lead vocalist; Sam Bentley, on the guitar and the banjo; Dave Powys, on the pedal steel and guitar; Matt Dixon, on drums; Josh Bentley, on the bass; Sam Rasmussen, on the organ and percussion; Hannah Cameron, on strings and cowbell; Chris Panousakis, and the multi-instrumentalist and vocalist; Hadley Kennary. 

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    From their last performance in New York City at Williamsburg Music Hall, their audience has grown – not just in size, but in comfortability. Throughout the show, fans openly conversed with each other and the band members in a respectful manner. Cooing that the song being performed was the song that was playing when they met the love of their life, or politely begging for their favorite oldies to be played. The Paper Kites’s lead vocalist, Sam Bentley, joked and reminisced with the audience all evening. It was truly refreshing, especially for a typically quiet audience.

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    Midway through their performance, The Paper Kites quintuplet and The Roadhouse Band gathered around their signature microphone to sing a stripped version of the Kite’s hit “Bloom” from their oldest record “Woodland.” This is a treasured moment during a Paper Kites performance. Their sound becomes almost tangible in the room, with raw harmonies and only root instrumentals. A wash of peace laid over the audience, for their attention was devoted to the intimate production happening on stage.

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    An applause full of raised hands in praise and hollers from the chest lasted for over a minute. Smiles overtook The Paper Kites’ faces as they made room once more for The Roadhouse Band. Each of the string players made the swap for more bassy instruments as Sam Bentley edged, “Now this is the part of the set where we play some louder songs.” As soon as the first chord of Dave Powys’ electric guitar ripped, the strobe lights were released into motion across the faces in the crowd.

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    One of their new songs, “Black & Thunder,” was a crowd favorite. The soulful riffs and plunge of the bass emitted a similar sound to that of Fleetwood Mac’s “Rhiannon.” On stage the band members tapped their feet to the beat and visibly felt the command of their instruments, as they swayed and jolted their shoulders. 

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    After a few songs, they returned home to their usual earthy gentle tone to close out the show. They sang songs from their record “On The Train Ride Home” that references New York City, which spoke to the audience on personal levels. Tears streamed down the faces of some while smiles stretched across the faces of others. Underneath the lights, a world was formed – a small culmination of vast lives all affected by the same poetry.

    The Paper Kites finished out their Halloween performance with an encore, singing some oldies that were wished for to send off the audience with a memorable evening. Once the lights came on, The Paper Kites and The Roadhouse Band said their thanks and bid their farewells to their New York City crowd.

  • In Conversation With New York City Native “Freaky Pop” Band HOKO

    In August’s blurry end of sweltering heat and constant music in New York City, NYS Music and the band HOKO found a summer second to have a chat. The day following their Bowery Ballroom show, on their debut tour with almost monday and Weathers, band members Nathaniel Hoho and Jesse Kotansky gathered to discuss a vast expanse of topics with myself, Kali Kugler.

    From the band’s first tour experience, to the pandemic effect, to New York City recommendations and their upcoming residency, HOKO provided a rich dialogue on their transient spot in the music industry.

    HOKO was formed in New York City, but the band pulls in flair from many places and faces. Jesse Kotansky, the vital melody of HOKO, is from New York. As lead singer Nathaniel put it, “he’s the go to guy for strings in New York.” Nathaniel himself was born in Pennsylvania but claims New York City as his homebase. The two of them met through mutual friends, and the rest of their connection unfolded naturally through the development of their sound. 

    “Freaky-pop!”

    – Nathaniel Hoho

    When asked how to describe themselves through the niche language of genre, there were many categorical dialects tossed around: experimental, alternative, rock, pop. Jesse spewed a vast yet accurate platter of descriptors – “Experimental is the key word to describe us, because experimenting is our process.” Nathaniel chimed in and stamped the label, “freaky-pop!” Having attended their show at the ballroom just the night before, I can back the freaky nature they brought to the familiar pop sound.

    When posed the question about the evolution of HOKO since their first release “OK OK” back in 2020, every performing artist’s black cloud entered the conversation – the pandemic. Jesse spoke on their blooming process as a band and the halting choke COVID had on their initial exposure. Prior to the pandemic, HOKO had worked with EQT Studios and produced over forty songs they were ready to release. They put out an EP and their single “OK OK” that reached top 20 on the radio only a week before the universal shut down. Like everyone else HOKO remained indoors, but their time proved fruitful, for they spent two years writing and merging and learning about themselves and their tastefully ephemeral style.

    “We find the more often we dive in, the deeper we go… as we grow as humans our sound is also growing. While things around us change we are influenced by it all.”

    – Jesse Kotansky

    HOKO’s creative process is an observant one. They are in a constant state of listening, sensing, reading, talking – living, really. Being human –  the great collaboration. A lot of their inspiration comes from  sharing a sound, having a conversation and “diving deep.” Jesse couldn’t pinpoint their inspiration on one person or place: “…what makes us wanna dance; everything we’ve ever listened to; every book we’ve ever read; every color we’ve ever seen all go into it.”

    “I depend on the energy the crowd gives back – it’s a conversation.”

    – Nathaniel Hoho

    Coming back to the music community and getting to tour for the very first time, HOKO found the crowd’s energy to be an additional member in their band. Touring with almost monday and Weathers informed their style, for they were finally able to experiment and explore their sound with an audience. Jesse spoke on Nathaniel’s stage presence in relation to their fans: “I feed off of his energy.” He went on to state his pride in being an opening band and holding the responsibility to win a crowd.

    “It has been lovely seeing our music interact with people.”

    – Nathaniel Hoho

    New York City is a lucky spot, because HOKO established their return date. On Thursday, September 21st, HOKO will be performing at Berlin Under A in East Village (tickets are still available, and are worth the purchase)! New York City is crawling with esteemed musicians, which is a positive factor according to Jesse as he reflected on their Bowery Ballroom performance: “There was a physical energy in New York, and there were a lot of musicians at the show that we look up to. That definitely added some nerves.”

    Both Jesse and Nathaniel expressed gratitude for the hometown show crowd. It’s always sweet to see familiar faces and display growth in the place that raised you. Even though Jesse and Nathaniel still live in the city, they hold a heightened degree of excitement for their shows here. Both agreed the Bowery Ballroom show was their favorite of all their stops on tour. At the end of our conversation, HOKO even graced me with their sacred New York City recommendations: Bar Victoria, The York, Treasure Club, Cozy Royale for a burger, C&B Coffee, and Taco Ramirez.

    HOKO was as kind as they were impressive, eager to speak on their artistry and to compliment their audience. Having witnessed their eclectic, colorful, and boundary breaking performance, I can confidently encourage anyone to get the chance to see them live. They are a group to keep your eye on – they are a blow up no one will want to miss.

  • Starcatcher World Tour: Greta Van Fleet Masters Madison Square Garden

    A sound must have life, be huge, take up space and matter in order to play at Madison Square Garden. On the New York City night of September 12th, Greta Van Fleet’s “Starcatcher World Tour” watered The (sold out) Garden for the very first time. “The world’s most famous arena” is a sort of heaven’s gate for any name in the music industry. The name Greta Van Fleet rolls right off the tongue and has proven their ability to collect a loyal fandom and climb the charts, and the key was handed over indubitably.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    The opener, Surf Curse, a surf-rock band born in Nevada warmed up the ever-filling crowd. After their performance, the Greta Van Fleet curtain was pulled towards the iconic barrelled ceiling of Madison Square Garden. The stage sat idle, out of sight, as the pre-show setlist began to play. An intense elongated intro score played between the sets. Violins and percussion sewed together to form a melody of a sort of Nordic folk music – it was a fail-safe adrenaline amplifier.

    Greta Van Fleet is a transcending rock band from Frankenmuth, Michigan. The group was fortified by three brothers, twins Josh Kiszka (lead vocalist) and Jake Kiszka (guitarist), Sam Kiszka (bassist, multi-instrumentalist), and companion Daniel Wagner (drums and percussion). Their love for each other on stage is tangible in their embraces and sweet brotherly admiration. Their journey into stardom intensified their connection and heavily dosed confidence into their production. 

    Lights overhead shown onto the blue and white silk of the curtain, holding steady focus on Greta’s symbol. All at once the surrounding lights shut off and strobes danced across the curtain. After the hard climax of the introduction song, the curtain dramatically fell to the foot of the stage. On an elevated platform, the four-man band was revealed, posing in formation around Wagner who sat charged behind the drums. 

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    “The Falling Sky” was their first song of the evening, which proved an excellent introduction to Josh’s prodigious vocal range and the unmatchable aptitude of Jake and Sam on the strings. The song, as does most of their discography, allows for a melodic conversation to happen between the instruments. If one speaks, the other listens and responds. 

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    As fire shot above the band and sparks spewed to the beat of the percussion, a thick heat could be felt across Madison Square Garden’s vast rows of seating. The atmosphere of the night was spawned tonally and visually, for the stage was alive with hot fashion and literal flames. Josh wore his iconic white jumpsuit with a deep chest plunge – the eccentricity of outfits is something fans look forward to and emulate themselves. The rest of the band wore tight pearly white or black trousers, beaded blazers, glorious capes and a sparkly chainmail crop-top. Josh and Daniel’s faces were painted with elegant make-up that reflected with each stroke of spotlight. 

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    Observing Greta Van Fleet fans felt like looking into a time capsule; fashion from the sixties and seventies re-surged that evening, as people floated around in shimmering shawls and exaggerated bell-bottoms. They thrusted upon the barricade, extending their hands towards the glimmering band members as if they were reaching for grace. It’s fascinating at concerts, how the crowd reacts physically. It’s as if the sound alone isn’t enough. Their physical bodies need something to touch to hold, because the viscerality of digesting music feels too far out of body at times. 

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    The stage set-up served as a playground for Greta Van Fleet. The band members ran around shoeless, bounded into the air mid guitar riff, rattled their bodies to the beat of their music. Two catwalks extended into the general admission pit. There Jake and Sam took turns running out towards the edge with their instruments slung precariously over their shoulders. Multiple impressive guitar solos took place all across the stage, for their motion was fluid.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    After their first couple of songs, Josh left the stage for an outfit change. He came back adorned in a navy velvet jumpsuit to match the next few songs of the setlist. The fashionable theatrics complimented their artistry greatly. They performed “Meeting The Master,” “Heat Above,” and Josh’s favorite song on their discography, “Highway Tune.” Madison Square Garden has never been louder than it was during the final chorus of “Highway Tune.” Singing along required guttural yelling of high energy.

    Josh Kiszka is a special voice in the current of music. He is the birth of something new while being a timeless looking-glass through the past of rock n’ roll. He has the confidence of Freddie Mercury. He has the celestial coolness of David Bowie. He has the hypnotic stage presence of Stevie Nicks. Most impressively, he has the raw range of Robert Plant. Though, comparing him to anyone feels sinful, for he and his band are carving their own realm of rock. He is the starcatcher, an earth-rocker.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    The transition out of “Highway Tune” turned into a drum solo by Daniel Wagner. He played with speed, edging a climax for five minutes but never finishing out the song. His intensity cooked a sweet tension in the arena, and the audience ate it up. The stamina he displayed informed the genius of their production; none of their songs ever want to end.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    Towards the finish of Wagner’s solo, the rest of the band made their way to the polar side of The Garden and crowded on a small platform with their instruments. Everyone in the standing audience shifted their attention and migrated to huddle at the base of their bare feet. The next two songs, “Waited All Your Life,” and “Black Smoke Rising” were played with the keys, an acoustic guitar, and a ginormous mandolin.

    After entertaining the petite B-stage for a short while, the band was escorted by security back to the main stage. A security guard carried Josh on his shoulders while Josh tossed white roses into the understandably feral crowd, while Jake, Sam, and Daniel tossed flowers on the opposite side of the arena. 

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    Josh reappeared in a new jumpsuit patched with the sun and the moon. As the end of the show neared, the stakes rose. Flames reclaimed the stage, and the lights seared red. Jake took to his guitar with an impressive attack, riffing over his head and behind his back. The songs “Sacred The Thread” and “The Archer” played with the elements on stage, a thick smoke bellowed into the audience. As special as witnessing Greta Van Fleet at Madison Square Garden was, it felt like one should see them in the red dust swells of Utah, or in a spanning field with no end – some place where Earth becomes indistinguishable from the rest of the universe and all that matters is a sound. 

    Once “The Archer” came to a close, the band briefly waved goodbye and trotted backstage. No encore plea has ever been louder. The audience roared as one collective voice, pleading from their hearts for a return. It wasn’t long before the lights danced back to life, and the band returned in one final outfit change. Josh wore a sun pantsuit with a lavish cloak while the rest of the band seemed to lose articles of clothing, their hair a mess and eyes wild. 

    The key-in note of “Light My Love,” one of the band’s most successful releases, elicited a collective emote from the audience. When the second chorus blasted through the arena, sparks shot up from the stage once again. The lights stemming from the center-roof projected the colors of the rainbow, and a sea of pride flags popped up above heads in the crowd. It was a glorious moment of peace and celebration.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    Their final song, “Farewell For Now,” was the perfect send-off. It was an ode to The Garden, a praise for the fans. The lyric: “Tonight, it’s all for you,” felt personal and honest, as the members of Greta Van Fleet looked out into the cellular starlights with awe painted blush across their faces. Once the song concluded, they gathered where they started, around Daniel and his drums to take a bow. Unable to contain their thrill, they bounced off each other as they left the stage.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    It was jarring, while fans began to file out of the venue with stunned looks, to remember that Madison Square Garden is in the heart of Midtown Manhattan. While Greta’s performance unfolded and wrapped itself up again, the clamoring chaos of New York City persisted all around. I’m sure the magic could be felt radiating down the avenues.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd
    Photograph by Emma Dowd
    Photograph by Emma Dowd
    Photograph by Emma Dowd
    Photograph by Emma Dowd

  • Quinn XCII Brings The Party To Brooklyn Mirage

    On the picturesque summer night of August 31st, Quinn XCII (pronounced Quinn ninety-two) shifted the EDM narrative of Brooklyn Mirage to experimental hip-hop pop. While the Mirage wouldn’t be the typical host for Quinn’s self-established genre of music, the wrap-around screens and pristine sound system served his performance well. Michael Temrowski, stage name Quinn XCII,  has been making music since 2011 when he was a student at Michigan State. From college house parties to venues like Red Rocks and the Brooklyn Mirage, Quinn XCII has established a loyal fanbase. 

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    As the sun rolled overhead the outdoor amphitheater, Quinn fans filled the venue. Quinn XCII’s crowd was made up of out of office sorority presidents and Manhattan finance bros who just can’t seem to let go of the glory days. Even Temrowski himself tweeted, “I make music for guys that make awful parlay bets,” “I make music for east coast lacrosse teams,”  “I make music for girls who make emotional montages of their last high school field hockey season.” Needless to say the audience was friendly as can be, and they weren’t scared to party. It was like hanging out with that college friend group you can’t part ways with, in the best way.

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    Openers Stay Over and Skizzy Mars, a New York City native, revved up the crowd. It seemed that Quinn wanted to uphold the experimental artists, to pay tribute to their creativity and brave approach to navigating the music industry. Stay Over put on a show blended with rock and hip-hop, two very loud and vocal genres. Skizzy Mars also dabbled in hip-hop with a more indie flair. Both of their sounds were celebrated by the audience.

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    When 10:30 PM rolled around, the lights dimmed and the bass amplified. As soon as Quinn XCII stepped foot on stage, confetti cannons showered the fans in an endless spill of rainbows. People cheered and through their hands up, letting the paper wash over their faces. His most recent hit single, “Georgia Peach,” got the crowd grooving.

    The setlist was a culmination of old and new music, sort of a “best of Quinn XCII” kind of performance. The audience welcomed each phase on stage with nostalgia induced excitement. Songs dating back to 2015 got the audience just as loud as his latest releases. As notes from the past wove through his set, Quinn’s personal sound was never lost. From “Kings Of Summer” by aokay featuring Quinn XCII to “The Lows,” featuring Big Sean, his reggae influenced and rap driven style remained.

    Before his song, “My Wife & 2 Dogs,” Quinn stopped the show to give respect to his beloved french bulldog, Nelson, who had to be put to rest that day. Emotions were heavy on stage and respected in the audience. Each word to the song was sung from Quinn’s heart and from the chest of everyone in the audience. Behind him on stage, was a video montage of Nelson and his other pup.

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    For one of Quinn’s newer releases, “The Lows,” New York City artist Blu DeTiger joined him on stage to play bass. With her blue sparkly bass guitar, mini-skirt, and stomper boots, Blu added a whole other energy to the song. She tossed her lengthy blonde hair back as she headbanged to Quinn’s catchy beat. The crowd received her rock addition with vim.

    Quinn XCII has been around for a lot of listeners since their grade school days. To grow up with an artist is a very intimate experience. To listen to Quinn as an adult is like getting a second chance at growing up again in your twenties. His music normalizes the wide spectrum of human emotions felt while in serious relationships, during inevitable change and stagnancy, and even while getting high in the back of your high school girlfriend’s car. The show at Brooklyn Mirage was a celebration of being alive and figuring it out.

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    As the show came to a close, the audience chanted for an encore before Quinn was able to leave the stage. He exited the stage, but the lights darkened to a deep blue. Before everyone knew it, Quinn was back singing his first encore song, “Always Been You.” The next song, “Another Day In Paradise,” was another crowd favorite from one of Quinn’s most esteemed records, “Change Of Scenery.” Before he started to sing, he spoke sentimentally to the crowd about being present: “The good shit, the bad shit – nothing is permanent, let it pass…”

    Photograph by Shauna Hilferty

    Quinn XCII wrapped his show with one of his youngest songs, “Candle.” His original fans bounced on their feet and swayed their arms the entire song, almost as a wave goodbye. The confetti went off once more before the show wrapped. Quinn XCII at the mirage was the perfect summer send off. As the confetti settled and Quinn and his band took a bow, the night ended on a good note.

  • BRIC Celebrate Brooklyn! Host The Head And The Heart

    The annual BRIC Celebrate Brooklyn! Festival in Prospect Park brought their ceremonies to a close with a performance from The Head And The Heart on the evening of Aug. 24.

    Brooklyn Celebrates! is one of New York City’s most beloved musical experiences. At the outdoor setting of the Bandshell stage, free admission and delicious locally sourced foods made city goers flock to the park for one last summer hoorah. The Head And The Heart’s long-standing luminary folk sound pulled in one of the largest crowds to ever attend the festival.

    Photograph by Erin Reid Coker

    One of August’s faltering days where rain overtakes the forecast to hint at autumn’s approach took place. The grass turned to mud, people huddled under trees dense with leaves for shelter, and umbrellas sprouted and flowered above heads in the crowd like colorful flower buds. Despite the wet chill in the air, people spent their entire days in the park in a slow burn of anticipation. A Brooklyn crowd cannot be beaten, for the kindest people mingled and introduced themselves over the common ground of an affinity for music.

    Photograph by Erin Reid Coker

    Between the spouts of drizzling rain the opener, Izzy Heltai, took the stage. The alternative folk singer provided a great introduction, for his sound was unique and the crowd received him warmly. Izzy’s lyrics were humanly raw with an unwavering braveness to them, braveness through vulnerability. The queer singer sang passionately about the cruciality of mental health and its interconnection with the queer community. He sang of relationships, places, and seasons from a very personal perspective. Though, it’s wondrous how the most personal ideas can be so universal, for each song was lifted up and represented by the audience. Heltai expressed his gratitude for the platform he commanded that evening, and for the opportunity to share the same stage as The Head And The Heart.

    Photograph by Erin Reid Coker

    After a brief intermission between sets and another rain shower, The Head And The Heart finally made their way onto the Bandshell stage. The murmurs of conversations abruptly shifted into eager cheers, and the tungsten lights turned blue in solidarity with The Head And The Heart’s most recent record Every Shade Of Blue. The sextet took their places behind their instruments and mics to begin the show.

    Photograph by Erin Reid Coker

    The Head And The Heart is an esteemed band in the music industry, having released their first record in 2011. They moved into a particular corner of folk music and consistently paid rent, delivering five total records of great esteem. Lead singer, Josiah Johnson, reminisced on the last time the band was at Celebrate Brooklyn! back in 2012. He spoke lightly about the band’s origin and journey since then and thanked everyone in the audience for supporting them all these years. Johnson introduced the rest of his band members; the impressive multi-instrumentalist and vocalist Charity Rose Thielen, guitarist Johnathan Russel, bassist Chris Zasche, drummer Tyler Williams, and pianist Kenny Hensely.

    Photograph by Erin Reid Coker

    Each of the members’ contributions to The Head And The Heart’s sound proved vital and intentional. They have a raw sound cultivated in production that isn’t lost but tastefully added to during their live sets. Dominant, messy, tuneful piano notes mixed with crisp and punctual percussion, all led by the melody of Rose’s violin strings, made for a distinct foundation for their collective musicality. If the emotional sensation of longing could be a sound, it would be The Head And The Heart song.

    Photograph by Erin Reid Coker

    Their song “Lost In My Mind” from their first self-titled album made a lasting impression on the show. Each band member’s stage presence was electrified, and the high-energy crowd fed off of it. Pockets of fans linked arms to spin and skip. Arms flung up towards the sky in praise. One audience member even lifted their head-phoned baby above the crowd, gently bouncing him to the beat of the music. Johnson shouted out the young fan between choruses to acknowledge, “baby’s first concert!” Even the trees that swallowed the stage seemed to dance.

    As the sun set behind the gray sheet of rain, nature’s lights dimmed. The stage glowed through the light fog settling over the audience. Russel smiled up at the darkening clouds, “I swear it always rains when we come to New York.” The audience laughed at their state, soaked and content. For their last song on stage, Josiah made his way into the pit and through the audience. The Head And The Heart’s fans are very gracious. They made way for him and respected his space while he roamed.

    Photograph by Erin Reid Coker

    The band abruptly left the stage, but the audience would not accept a goodbye. There were too many songs people desperately needed to hear. Voices called out pleading for an encore. Shortly after their departure, the band returned.

    They put on a three-song encore, the first of three being “The Orchid.” Lyrically, the song was a meditation on isolation and glimmers of hope that can only be spotted during dark stillness. It was so quiet in the audience that for the first time all evening, one could hear the wind brushing the trees. The last two songs were “Living Mirage,” and their most iconic song, “Rivers And Roads.” In a collective voice, the audience sang the song back to The Head And The Heart. The slow and drawn-out pounds of the drum counted out the remainder of the night. True to their sound, The Head And The Heart left Brooklyn longing for more.

  • HOKO Live On Tour At The Bowery Ballroom

    The Bowery Ballroom hosted the Brooklyn-born band, HOKO, on the evening of Wednesday, August 23rd. On tour in support of almost monday and the WEATHERS, HOKO branded their name into the minds of their modest but curious New York City audience. This fifteen stop USA tour is HOKO’s first tour debut, and they are making sure to impress along the way. Through the vehicle of their experimental style, they are refreshing the palettes of listeners with a sound unlike anything they’ve ever heard.

    Photograph by Sophie Gurwitz

    Bodies trickled into the ballroom as time climbed towards HOKO’s set. Conversation vibrated across the floor, people expressing their excitement about the headliners and a few eager to watch HOKO’s set, while others volleyed HOKO’s name around with intrigue. 

    When the lights dimmed, everyone’s attention was pulled towards the darkness resting on stage. Blue light hues swirled across faces of the crowd while the band presented themselves on stage. Bass came through the floor, tugging at peoples’ bones, demanding their presence. After a minute long introduction of pure sensation, the first guitar riff electrified the atmosphere to kick-off a night of music.

    Photograph by Sophie Gurwitz

    HOKO opened with their song “Pretender.” Dense guitar riffs and confident vocality drew the audience into captivation. Their sound projected something heavier than the typical pop-rock song. The tones and intensity of the instrumentals almost felt dark – not in a dangerous way but in an enticing manner.

    It was impossible to name a comparable sound to them, they felt fresh. Listeners bounced around artist names, “COIN,” “Bleachers,” “B-52’s,” “Zeppelin.” That vast of a name pool proved testament to their individuality.

    Photograph by Sophie Gurwitz

    It’s difficult to be truly unique in the music industry, to not fall into the coddle of a niche, to not be a genre artist. HOKO has taken the liberty of demolishing musical barriers, and redefining flexibility in relation to their production. Their sound cannot be labeled, for they are rock, they are electric, they are pop, they are psychedelic. They are ever-evolving. As the night progressed, it became evident that something of impressive massivity is to come from HOKO.

    Photograph by Sophie Gurwtiz

    Lead singer, Nathaniel Hoho, absorbed the ballroom’s energy and gave a rockstar level performance. He got in the crowd to mosh with the audience. He climbed atop speakers, and entertained the cameras. He engaged with fans in between songs. Half way into their set, it became hard to believe HOKO had never toured prior to this, for their presence suggested years of being fluid and daring on the stage. Their performance felt too big for a stage the size of Bowery’s.

    Photograph by Sophie Gurwitz

    One of HOKO’s most popular songs, “Candy Eyes,” gripped the evening when it made its way through the setlist. Guitarist and esteemed string player, Jesse Kotansky, brought out his violin for the song. To hear the harmony of the violin with Hoho’s powerful voice was a beautiful display of musical juxtaposition. Versatility receives respect from concert goers. Though a handful of the audience didn’t know of HOKO before the show, they were sure to remember them after the night the band gave them.

    Photograph by Sophie Gurwitz

    Their production value implied experimentation and play as a priority. The boldness, the confidence, the yearn to perform created a high that everyone suspended in. People finally began to move their bodies and sing along with the band, as if they developed a sort of trust with HOKO’s sound. A sureness between the classicality of rock and the future of pop.

    Photograph by Sophie Gurwitz

    Unfortunately, HOKO’s set was merely a half hour long. The show could have carried into the next set and closed out the night, alas Weathers and almost monday had shows of their own to put on. Hoho brought the evening to a clean close when he jumped down into the crowd, parted the mass of bodies in half, and disappeared through the back of the crowd. 

  • Shakey Graves “Movie Of The Week Tour” Shakes Pier 17

    On the summer evening of Tuesday, Aug. 15, Shakey Graves pulled a crowd of friends, strangers, and lovers to the rooftop of New York City’s Pier 17. On their “Movie Of The Week Tour,” Shakey Graves is celebrating the release of their newest EP, Big In The World. New York City was lucky enough to be a stop on Shakey Graves’s map, for the performance was unlike anything else the rooftop has seen before. As the unique sunset of pearly pink tufts and layers of soft yellow fortified, the perfect evening settled and waited for the show to begin.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd.

    Lucius, the opener, put on a riveting show of their own. The Brooklyn-born indie-pop band successfully combined the subgenre of alt-pop with disco tech, which called for a dancey audience. The crowd sang along with the instruction of lead singers, Jess Wolfe and Holly Laessig. Their matching hot pink blazers couldn’t be missed, neither could their impressive lyricism and captivating stage presence.

    The duo left the stage, while the band held the set with an instrumental serenade. After a brief interlude, Wolfe and Laessig returned in disco-tile mini dresses. They made their way to the center of the audience, and the entire venue took a seat to listen and admire. At the center of gracious applause, Lucius closed out their performance.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd.

    In between Lucius’s and Shakey Graves’s set, the rooftop filled up with fans. A vital cooling August breeze rolled off the East River and sewed its way between the bodies of the crowd. With the wind came a threatening sheet of gray clouds holding in their bellies of rain, but the crowd stood unwavering, true to Pier 17’s rain-or-shine nature. Thankfully the weather prevailed, and the night remained nothing short of perfect.

    As the sun finally set vocalist of Shakey Graves, Alejandro Rose-Garcia, made his way onto stage dressed in all black, from his cowboy hat down to his boots. It was just him on the stage for the first two songs. During that time he introduced himself with his guitar and established his tuneful and guttural vocals. He spoke about the theme of his show before singing his song “Late July,” saying “The running theme of tonight’s music is that time flies by.” In New York City fashion, time whirred around and above the audience, across the Brooklyn Bridge, and in the flickering seconds of the downtown skyline. Though, time moved slowly on the rooftop, for the audience swallowed every guitar strum and studied the lyrics like a hymn.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd.

    The rest of his six man-band joined him for the third song of the set. Cameron Neal, Patrick O’Connor, and Taylor Craft owned the strings. Matt Pence conducted the versatile percussion, and Dancey Jenkins commanded the keys. The sound was immediately elevated, and the smokey influences of blues, folk, country, and psychedelic rock could be heard clearly and with intent. 

    Photograph by Emma Dowd.

    The music became something tangible through the physical effect it had on the audience. It became elusive as it settled as personal emotion in everyone’s gut. Pockets of people danced barefoot on the concrete, piling up their shoes, tossing their bags, and stomping on the rooftop. There was something about Shakey Graves’ music that was so raw, so human, that it elicited movement. Music can do that, it makes the body want to feel the ground connect with its soles, meet skin with every beat, and allow the passage of the body to really feel the relationship between sound and soul. 

    Photograph by Emma Dowd.
    Photograph by Emma Dowd.

    The band paused their performance for Rose-Garcia to make a toast. “I want to congratulate all of you on making it through some crazy shit… I have a lot of things I love that I need to be more grateful for, family and friends… to you and yours, may you live forever. Cheers.” A roar of gratitude washed from the crowd onto Shakey Graves. Audience members embraced each other and smiled endearingly at their best friends and lovers, daughters and sons, mothers and fathers. Bodies held each other a bit tighter, and stood a bit closer, as the rest of the show unfolded. 

    Photograph by Emma Dowd.

    Shakey Graves’s music spotlights the romance, the pain, the peace, that comes with falling in and out of love with people, places, and moments in time. It’s the moments of transition, realization, and reckoning that live in their lyrics. People sang their songs like they would solidify a promise, so faithful and sure. The rest of the evening consisted of songs of old and new. Rose-Garcia spoke on his relationship with New York City, one he created when he was young and “flat broke,” which landed relatable to the crowd of New Yorkers. He told the birth story of his hit single, “Tomorrow” (released in 2016), and how he wrote it during his time in the city.

    The band left the stage, but the crowd remained in hungry anticipation of an encore. Sure enough, the band met the audience’s needs and returned to the stage for a branding final performance. People towards the spacious back end of the crowd let loose, dancing with their entire bodies and singing with their hands clasped to their chests. The band expressed their gratitude once more, and Rose-Garcia introduced his band members. When it came time for Shakey Graves to leave and the lights to turn on, everyone remembered it was a Tuesday night. Time sure had flown by, just as the band promised it would.

  • The Academic “Sitting Pretty Tour” Stops at The Bowery Ballroom

    On Sunday, May 14th, The Academic stopped at the Bowery Ballroom. On their “Sitting Pretty Tour,” the young four-man band from Ireland brought their alternative Irish flair to New York City. An intimate crowd dotted the Bowery floor to swallow up any standing space. The venue selection ensured the audience was in for a treat, for the ballroom sound system holds the power of electric guitars and bass incredibly. This deemed important, because The Academic are proven rock revivalists.

    Photograph by Tharynn Olson

    Alternative/indie band, Summerdrive, opened for The Academic. Their set was short but effective, for their performance livened up the waiting crowd. With intriguing synths and intentional drumming, Summerdrive gave a tasteful while all the same riveting show. They heavily created a similar listening experience that the Bleachers or COIN would.

    Not long after Summerdrive left the stage and the instruments were swapped, The Academic made their way onto the stage. Hoots and hollers elevated the band’s excitement as they gazed upon the crowd. Bassist, Matthew Murtagh, and guitarist, Stephen Murtagh sauntered onto stage followed by drummer, Dean Gavin. Lead vocalist, Craig Fitzgerald amped the energy when he approached the mic with an electric guitar slung over his shoulders. “How are you doing New York? It’s been a while!”

    Photograph by Tharynn Olson

    The setlist rolled by too easily, sewn together by impressive guitar solos and conversation with the audience. They emanated a wildly unique sound that seemed to be in conversation with different decades of alternative music. Accents from melodies of The Talking Heads, guitar riffs from Led Zeppelin, and more modern personal lyricism like that of Cage The Elephant or The Neighbourhood were present in their performance. 

    Classic-rock married to indie, The Academic has mastered the art of the guitar. Their Irish origin gifted them with the ever presence of rock and roll, and since the U.K. never parted ways with the music genre like America did for a while, they had continuous exposure to the evolution of rock. I look like a million when I play my rock n’ roll.

    Photograph by Tharynn Olson

    At the end of a drum-heavy song, the guitarists and singer circled around the drumset. They surrendered their instruments’ sound to Gavin while he masterfully annihilated his drum solo and bowed down to him on his throne. The Bowery lights synced up with his percussion, creating a strobed visual. Gavin’s solo was absorbed by the audience as were the multiple guitar solos throughout the evening.

    After playing some songs from their new album, “Sitting Pretty,” released February 10th, Fitzgerald took a moment to give thanks to the crowd. He asked if anyone in the audience attended their show last year at Mercury Lounge in the city, and pockets of shouts volleyed amongst the crowd. In this interlude of crowd engagement, he complimented the high energy and inquired, “Any Irish in the crowd tonight?” A strong majority of the hands shot up. He grinned.

    Photograph by Tharynn Olson

    The Academic hosted a very engaging show. With dramatic dancing and conversational interactions with fans, the atmosphere was endearing. Towards the end of their set, lead vocalist Fitzgerald got onto the floor to be level with the crowd. While he sang, the crowd enveloped him. Phones shot up above heads to capture the moment, and fans sang excitedly around him.

    He returned to the stage to finish out the rest of their set. The vivacity was contagious. Small groups of friends merged with strangers. By the end of the show, there were no strangers in the room, only people with a mutual affinity for rock and four Irish musicians. Fitzgerald and his bandmates showered thanks to everyone for attending, and even more gratitude to the staff at Bowery Ballroom. “Give it up for everyone working in this beautiful venue tonight!”

    Photograph by Tharynn Olson

    The Academic put on a grand show in a small but iconic venue. Their musical future brightened on Sunday, for they collected many new fans. The “Sitting Pretty Tour” is only the beginning for this refreshingly genuine rock-band. 

  • Lizzy McAlpine’s “The End of The Movie Tour” Sells Out Terminal 5

    On Tuesday, May 2nd Lizzy McAlpine returned to New York City and sold out the west side’s beloved Terminal 5. Only a week prior, Lizzy sold out Brooklyn Steel. One night in the big city just wasn’t enough for McAlpine on her “The End of The Movie Tour.” Her debut in the past couple of years has been one to witness. She has accumulated superfans who worship her relatable lyrics and sweet sound-blend of it-girl pop with classic grunge. The success of this tour has been a testament to her talent.

    Lizzy McAlpine "The End of The Movie Tour" Sells Out New York City Terminal 5
    Photograph by Caroline Zeeman

    Opener, Olivia Barton, kicked off the night and made the warehouse stage her own. Emanating a similar sound to artists like Lizzy McAlpine, HAIM, Lucy Dacus, and so on – Barton culminated her own stage presence with her innocently raw lyrics. Her own sound. The crowd volleyed Olivia’s lyrics back to her from the pit and the balconies, and her excitement became a tangible energy. The set flew by, and when it came time for Barton to say her goodbyes, it was bittersweet.

    In between Olivia Barton’s opening set and Lizzy’s second show-face in New York City, the crowd hummed in a unified frenzy. The speakers were blasting popular Y2K pop-hits and nostalgic Disney songs by artists like Hannah Montana and Demi Lovato. Friends, couples, fathers and daughters, and solo-fans were conviving to belt the universally appreciated lyrics. Later in Lizzy’s set, she praised Olivia: “She really gets it. Her writing is so human. She’s so special, and I’m so grateful to have her on tour. I listen to her backstage, and I’m in tears!”

    Photograph by Caroline Zeeman

    Fifteen past nine o’clock, the lights cut and the bass rose to a body-shaking intensity. The infrastructure of Terminal 5 holds sound so impressively, but the deafening screams echoed riotously. Blue and purple lights slowly expanded their coverage across the stage to reveal a bedroom set-up. Framed posters and window panes clung to the back of the stage. The setting felt familiar, like the space that held so much of one’s life. The love, the heartbreak, the friendships, the sleepovers, the daydreams.

    After a lengthy instrumental introduction, followed behind her band, Lizzy skipped out onto the stage. Her outfits on tour have been widely complimented, and on Tuesday she did not disappoint. Adorned in a denim corset and casual blue jeans, she stood in pure happiness as she grinned out towards the crowd. “I’m gonna play some songs for you, and it’s going to be great! We’re gonna have a great time!”

    As Lizzy progressed through her setlist, she took intentional time to explain the story behind each song. The crowd bent their ears to listen to every detail she shared. “This song is about slurpees!” A roaring applause. “This song is about ignoring red-flags.” Friends grabbed onto their neighbor’s shoulder to shake in emotional duress. The entire show was a story-telling narrative, full of personal details of precious moments of muse.

    Photograph by Caroline Zeeman

    Her lyrics were something to hold onto and sit with. Such a fast-paced show left the crowd wanting more time with her music. All of Lizzy’s songs held a cruel casualness to them. I have no choice in the matter // Why would I, it’s only the death of me. It was jarring, quite surreal, to hear such a youthful and kind crowd shouting such intense lyrics. And the funny thing is I would have married you if you had stuck around. Nearby in the crowd, a father watched as his thirteen year old daughter belted the lyrics, clutching her chest as if she’d been wounded.

    There is an archetype on the rise in the realm of female artists. Singer/song-writers fanning out under the music industry umbrella of artists like Taylor Swift are leaning into the superpower that is vulnerability. Honesty is celebratory, and young women are writing about having their hearts ripped out, leaving their hometown, stepping into their strength, growing up, and existing as more than empathetic vessels but as a beacon of feminine independence. Barton and McAlpine have branded their names into this visionary artist-type. The influence the music produced by these experimental and brave artists has is unignorable and unifying.

    Photograph by Caroline Zeeman

    Half way through the set, the Terminal 5 stage setting changed from day to night, and the New York City sun casting through the windows on stage, turning to raindrops streaking down the panes. The familiar chords of Lizzy’s hit “Ceilings” strummed across the venue, and something shifted. The collective crowd voice overpowered Lizzy’s as she sang the notorious lyrics. Fans jumped and wept and sang with their hearts. Tears streamed into wide smiles, as the live performance of “Ceilings” seemed to change lives.

    Terminal 5 was blessed with Lizzy’s generosity, for she played two unreleased songs for the Manhattan crowd. The first song was titled “Broken Glass,” which Lizzy explained was about only ever being able to see someone when they’re at the bar. The other song was “I Guess.” Lizzy informed the crowd, “this one is one of my favorites!” While the unreleased songs were showcased, it was the only moment the crowd was silent. The audience wanted to hear every lyric, every note-change, every melody.

    The rest of the show rolled out with the same energy. The crowd savored every moment they shared with Lizzy, and when it came time to part, fans had a difficult time leaving. Hands waved goodbye from the packed balconies, and cheers overpowered Lizzy’s own departure. Manhattan  seemed to have an impact on her as she left the stage. It was the end of the “The End of The Movie” show in New York City.

  • Goth Babe Sends New York City Into Summer as “The Lola Tour” Stops At Pier 17

    On Friday, May 5, Goth Babe’s performance at Pier 17 catapulted New York City into summer. On the East River below the FiDi skyline, the Brooklyn Bridge-facing venue hosted Goth Babe’s “The Lola Tour” with Yoke Lore. The outdoor venue could not defend against the on and off rain showers, but the risk of weather was made worth it when sunset rolled around.

    The sky turned into something of pink brilliance, and a rainbow casted over the river. The colorful streak of spring arched over the stage to turn the evening into the ultimate setting for Goth Babe’s sound – light, natural, and vibrant.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    The crowd spilled onto the Pier 17 rooftop hours before Goth Babe’s show to see the opener, Yoke Lore. A renowned artist in the alternative/indie realm, singer Adrian Galvin attracted fans of his own and collected some new ones as he gave a dynamic performance. He spun around on stage in between verses and communed with the audience kindly. Yoke Lore’s sound strikes a comforting chord in the musical soul. With only raw vocals, percussion, and a banjo to seal his sound, he successfully composes a unique warmth with his music.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd
    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    The sun continued to set over the enthusiastic crowd, and an unbelievable flower moon took its spot in the sky. Its massivity attracted a volley of OOOs and AAAhhhs as everyone waited eagerly for the party to start. Eventually the twin screens on either side of the stage darkened, and blues and whites flashed in lengthy strobes over the crowd. The indie-electronic vocalist, Griffin Washburn, and his two touring bandmates on percussion, keys, and strings made their way onto stage. Washburn seemed to talk to himself in happy disbelief as a response to seeing Pier 17 crowd, “This is f*cking nuts! So cool! This is insane, it’s going to be awesome.”

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    Griffin Washburn is a known nomad. He lives in and out of sailboats and tiny homes in the mountains of Washington, hence his new single “Alone in the Mountains.” His free-spirit is a light in the music industry, for he cares more about the connections and differences he can make with his music rather than his profits and status. The day of the show, he posted on his instagram story to invite fans to participate in a pre-show run club. Connecting with his fans who he sees as friends has been a tour priority. His kind and mellow persona shines through his music and could be felt throughout the show.

    After getting the crowd warmed up with some songs, he asked for a volunteer to crowd surf. Once a member of the audience was elected, the stage crew brought out a watermelon slice pool-floatie. The fan was released to surf the hands of her fellow Goth Babe listeners. Griffin sent her off with a wave, “Be kind to her, and be safe with her!” She totally rocked the role, fist-bumping and belting song lyrics in a spell of pure joy.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    Goth Babe established a friendly community from the start. He encouraged the crowd to participate in dance-offs and sing-alongs, insisting “you’re all not too old for sing-alongs!” His stage presence consisted of audible yipping, head-banging, and epiphanic gratitude. It was impossible not to dance. The music seemed to lift the crowd into movement.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    Electronic music gets wrapped with the stigma of being synthetic and repetitive. Goth Babe’s sound strongly defies this tired narrative. The blend of guitar strings, light chimes, and seemingly element-inspired melodies composes a natural almost healing sound. Combined with relatable and celebratory human lyrics, Goth Babe has created something unique and informative of a lifestyle – unbound and transient.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    Towards the end of the show, Griffin spun around to take in the glory of New York City. The skyline lights shimmered on the water, and the traffic on the bridge strung red ribbons of light across the storm clouded sky. He encouraged everyone to introduce themselves to a stranger and tell them why they live in New York City, and why they love it so much. A minute from the show was sacrificed to organic conversation. The crowd seemed more tightly knit for the remainder of the show.

    Photograph by Emma Dowd

    Griffin and his fellow performers put on silly hats for the remainder of the show. He adorned a shark hat, the percussionist wore a disco helmet, and the keys player wore a cow-print cowboy hat. The last few songs rolled by too easily. Griffin conducted the gold-star concert move of commanding the crowd to get really low and jump up on the beat. He sang a crowd favorite, and  what he deemed his favorite song, “Taking Over The Sun.” The crowd was electric.

    “We try to make this more than a normal concert you’d come to for an hour. We want to make you a part of something and leave feeling better than you came!” That they did. When the show came to a close, the party did not. Fans poured out from Pier 17 and continued to dance and sing in the Manhattan streets. Goth Babe set the summer tone for New York City.