Concert Review: Animal Years Release Their Inner Child At MHOW
“Thanks for the nice tambourine tap in the ass,” joked Mike McFadden to bassist Anthony Saldino. Animal Years’ brotherly banter and vibes were infectious throughout the night and the crowd. In a rare moment for concerts, people turned to each other, at MHOW, to dance face to face and make friends with a neighbor.
An Animal Years’ concert feels like a night to live your “best life”. Named one of the Top 10 Country Bands, Animal Years certainly gave a feel of southern welcome. All we needed was some Christmas light streamers, a BBQ pit, and some iced tea, and Music Hall of Williamsburg would have been the equivalent of a summer house party in New Orleans. Yet, it was easy for the trio to inspire a childlike bravado from their audience because they carry it, as well. They want everyone to feel like they know them as much as they know each other, and only our inner child is so courageous for such introductions.
Animal Years sing to the inner child in all of us. The one that thinks he could end up with “Caroline”, keeps repeating “Forget What They’re Telling You” as a mantra against nay-sayers, and maintains hope that the “Sun Will Rise”. All their songs discuss the magic of believing you can, while frolicking in melodies that patter and stomp like children running through a field of dreams. Their penchant for big drum-rolls and raucous guitars draws forward their rocker sensibilities, but also their promotion of enjoying your day like a fresh start. Sure things can go wrong, “Give It Up” and “Let Go of Your Head”, but they can go right. Such a perspective made the ambiance feel joyous, and played well for the young, NYC crowd.
I am convinced that people are tired. From the world news to your work room, people need an “emotional breather”, and Animal Years’ music that gives them permission to have one. Animal Years provided a music atmosphere that was so noticeably relaed. Friends and couples were chugging beers, singing along to “Friends” and “Home” like it was mass karaoke, and living for McFadden’s weal and textured vocals that shot like cotton-made t-shirts from a cannon. This may seem like a humorous image, but one that matches their ability to create songs that sing to the fabrics of a happy life, and offer them like captions at a sports games. People were exhilarated and walked away like their favorite team had won, but the only ones playing were the Animal Years. For More Information On Animal Years Click Here.
