Somewhere in the annals of history it will be stated that rock 'n' roll was not just a linear entity, but one that thrived in a cyclical fashion. Yes, trends ebb and flow, yet those that work best continue to be revisited again and again. Last night's jam-packed show in the Entry, featuring power-pop rockers Surfer Blood and rockabilly punk rockers Turbo Fruits, would certify this notion, bringing with them a veritable plethora of sounds, mimicry, and pomp that thoroughly doused the crowd in nostalgia.
The openers for the evening, local psychedelic band Velvet Davenport, started things off with an alternating mix of mellow grooves and short pop tunes. The six-piece played the tightest set of songs I've seen from them yet, and while they were of a slightly different ilk than the following acts, they provided a fun and even-keeled start to an otherwise unpredictable evening.
One's first impression of the five-piece is that they all appear to be 16 and could have lived down the block from your childhood home. Upon listening to them settle into their gear and opening up their noisemakers, it becomes clear that Surfer Blood isn't quite a surf band, and while they do have a tinge of that '60s sound, they are more reminiscent of Weezer or Vampire Weekend's upbeat rock ballads, West-African percussion breaks, and quixotic lyrics. What was different about them live (other than a lessening of reverb), more than anything else, were the rougher vocals of lead singer J.P. Pitts that seemed exude from him more as shouts and hollers. They, too, had been stuck in a van like Turbo Fruits, but they seemed more worn from it as a result. One of the guitars broke and was twice replaced over the course of two songs, then keyboardist/percussionist Marcos Marchesani had to leave the stage prior to the last song, feeling a bit under the weather. This prompted a caveat from one of the band members, "everything is broken but our spirits."
After seven rousing tunes of gleaming guitar pop, featuring their hit song "Swim" and a satisfying performance of Ray Cummings' favorite tune "Twin Peaks" this Surfer Blood which had hit the crowd like a tidal wave, quickly ebbed, long enough for the spectators to move wade again toward calmer waters.