Concert Reviews: Bassh Opens His Heart At Rockwood

Watching Baash was like watching a conglomerate of The Lumineers, Bob Dylan, and Hank Williams. He approached the stage with their folksy, storyteller demeanor, but also a seriousness towards the stories. These men sing to society or good times, which so does Bassh. Yet, the difference, might lie in how he sings to his demons.

In a world of influence, where everybody’s sound can seemingly be traced and aligned back to 15 others, perhaps, the only way to shine is in a verse. Lyrically, Bassh gets right into the nitty, gritty of battling your inner demons while reaching for false angels. He paints the tales of never given up on finding some form of light amidst the darkness you know you created. That is a MASSIVE guilt a person can carry, but he seemingly holds it in his guitar. 

If his lyrics carry his pain, his guitar acknowledges his role of self-infliction. Sure, people break our hearts, but it is the times when we break our own or someone else’s that can be truly painful, which is Baash’s purpose. In a world that loves to say everyone suffers, he lyrically bridges the other part of that quote, which is that we all make someone suffer too. Hence, show was a little quiet. People simply taking in his 4-5 chord melodies to hear the stories of man that can feel like he has too many but not enough happy ones. Obviously, a relatable sentiment, which ricocheted in a room filled with people watching a sole troubadour singing to the light of his blues.