The Fitz And Tantrums are a band you see with your best friend. Their mix of 1950’s pop with basic electricity makes them automatically fun. They invent dance moves on the spot for you to follow and become a fellow Tantrum, which left everyone charmed. That welcome and love is what keeps them going as a band and will entice you any fan to love them more.
There are certain acts you see to feel blissfully empowered: The Fitz And Tantrums are one. Their latest, self-titled album might as well be a giant, musical piece of bubblegum: each track is deliciously chewable. Honestly, they legitimately sound and perform like the essence of sweetness. Michael Fitzpatrick and Noelle Scaggs are the bakers of this treat of a show. They represent the glorious feeling of being an awesome outcast. They elaborate throughout out their show and lyrics that it it in owning your eccentrics that you truly become special. Thus, these unique co-vocalists come off like the host and hostess of the most epic house party ever.
For the first time in a concert, I felt like I was entering someone’s home. Scaggs and Fitzpatrick are so powerful in energy that they owned the club (Terminal 5). Thus, you literally think you have entered their home with the stage being their living, entertainment room. Scaggs is like a militant hostess. She is not asking you to dance; she is telling you! Her commands are your wishes because she is like walking dynamite. She might as well blaze up to the stage because she cannot contain her fiery personality and movements. You want to follow her as she exudes a strength and confidence you wish you had. She is that young woman in high school movies that walks through the hall with an invisible fan blowing upon her hair. She has a star-quality that impresses even the most unimpressed. Meanwhile, Fitzpatrick is cool and casual. He has a firm, steady presence with surges of energy that also demand an equal amount of inner liberation.
One of the most powerful things I noted in the Fitz And Tantrums concert, is the audience leaping and dancing in synchronization. They wanted to be moved, and, specifically by Scaggs and Fitzpatrick. Yet, I feel the Fitz and Tantrums have a secret weapon in sax-player James King. Though
Joseph Karnes (Bass), John Wicks (Drums), Jeremy Ruzumna (keyboards) are beyond excelled get their own riffs to shine, it is the sax that consistently elevated songs from great to glamourous. When King would riff into tracks you felt transported into a 1950’s soda shop where the cool gents and pink ladies surrounded the jukebox. That type of visual effect to music is what makes the Fitz and Tantrums such a great concert with friends.
From the spectacular neon lighting of the stage to the lightning of their presence, the Fitz and Tantrums feel like a musical, cinematic experience. You walk out thinking you were apart of a movie with how fun and vivid the night seems. Everyone walked out with their friends proudly proclaiming it was one of the best shows they had seen. I agree, but I also feel that such dancing and laughter is to be shared. So the next time they come to NYC make sure to buy, at least, two tickets.