Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Old news: Day 2 of the Mess-Around

The second day of the Mess-Around may have topped the first overall, even if no individual set was quite as awesome as the show Davila 666 put on Friday.

When I arrived at 529, Games had already played. The band apparently features Jeremy Thompson of Carbonas/Busy Signals/Sing Sing Records fame and a personal favorite of mine in The Weight's Joseph Plunkett.

I did see Georgiana Starlington and loved their set. They've got a star-studded lineup now, as Rob's House co-owner Trey Lindsey and Deerhunter drummer Moses Archuleta are permanently in the fold along with former Black Lips guitarist Jack Hines and his wife Julie. The Hines family splits singing duties as they play mellow, country and western-inspired rock and roll.

I somehow missed The Carnivores, but fortunately had a spot up front for Frantic. Brannon and Mike work great together, as we all know, and for this set they were joined by Ryan Bell from The Bukkake Boys on bass, Dave Rahn playing guitar until his knuckles bled, and Greg King back at home behind a drum kit. The crowd went ape shit, the band sounded good, and "WhiteTown" is still one of the most kickass punk songs to ever come out of our city.

Wizzard Sleeve is a bunch of multi-tasking, garage rocking Alabamians who I had to listen to from the doorway because 529 was packed by this stage and I foolishly stepped outside for fresh air after Frantic was finished pile driving me. Wizzard Sleeve was a favorite of several friends, and hopefully the next time they pass through I will both hear and see them live.

The place was packed for Gentleman Jesse and His Men, so I watched them from the bar and enjoyed old favorites and some good new songs that hopefully will be on the LP they apparently have almost wrapped up.

Once festivities at The Earl began, it was time for Predator to blow quite a few of our out of town visitors off stage. They get better and better, which is amazing when you consider that they were awesome to begin with.

Woven Bones was one of the bands I wanted to see the most, and they did not disappoint. Dum Dum Girls might be more cheerful sounding here lately, but this trio is still willing to give you your fix of lo-fi, drown-out dreariness. They have added a new drummer since I saw them last (she told me she joined the fold around SXSW time), and she's the perfect fit for this group. Here's to a good show when they come back to Atlanta this summer and a great debut LP when it drops later this month.

The White Wires then played hyperactive garage-pop that was a well-measured mix of sweet and silly. They were a blast to watch, and they looked like they had a blast playing.

King Louie has gotten all poppy on us with his Missing Monuments, and while he's spinning an unbroken wheel, he still comes across as one of the most creative minds in the game.

By the time Paul Collins' Beat, featuring members of Gentleman Jesse as the backup band, hit the stage, I was wasted and doing interpretive dances to "Rock and Roll Girl." True story. No need to be ashamed, though, as I was not the only one dancing the night away. Paul and friends were great, as always, playing all of the hits and some of the songs that kind of sound like the hits.

Closing out the night was Reigning Sound, featuring the legendary Greg Cartwright. They staged yet another singalong, as all of the people with tired feet and worn-out livers and bladders were willing to enjoy one last set before heading home after one hell of a weekend.

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