Concert Review: Catfish And The Bottlemen Storm The Hammerstein
I was extremely excited and curious to see Catfish And The Bottlemen because people ARE FANS of theirs. I am talking “Catfish-heads” and proud “Bottlemen.” Seeing them at Hammerstein, I understood why. They sound like the ending to an uproarious, rough chapter in your life.
I would play “Longshot,” “Tyrants,” and “Fallout” if I found the person who owes me money and was speed driving to their house (lol!). From “Soundcheck” to “7” they made thousands people feel like they could handle the end of something, for better or worse. Whether it was the final confrontation with your jerk boss or the last time you were seeing your torrid ex, their music felt finite but not fragile. It was if you welcomed all tossed rocks upon your glass house: LET IT SHATTER! Their ability to make loss feel acceptable and even invigorating, like a much needed, new beginning, was awesome. Moreover, it was cooly healing.
Catfish and the Bottlemen – Longshot
I have said on countless occasions that I am a hippie. Between my love for Jhene Aiko and Tame Impala, I might, as well, be a walking acid trip. Yet, I am always fascinated by bands and musics that don’t heal me but still heal others. It is like taking two angry people, but one needs water to cool it down and another needs fire to burn it away. We may not, necessarily, understand each other tools but we understand the process. In Van McCann’s voice, people started their process. They came to life like a pack of skeletons rising up for the Day of The Dead.
Catfish and the Bottlemen – 2all
I love when people love people; when their eyes twinkle at the voice of an artist. Van McCann has that effect. His voice feels like a wildfire happily burning all it sees while not realizing that even burned. Picture that! Fire only acts; having no awareness of its cause or effect. He is the same; blazing on the stage, like his fellow bandmates, as if to realize how powerful they are over others would deplete the power. All they had to do was pump the fire of their songs, and the crowd was happy to let it singe the out side world so as to warm the present. For More Information On Catfish And the Bottlemen Click Here.
