I'm not sure I can add anything to the many, many glowing reviews of The Vaselines on their most recent U.S. tour which wrapped up last night at Music Hall of Williamsburg, other than I agree: they were fantastic. I'm going to go out on a limb and say they are better now than they ever were during thier original incarnation. Eugene Kelley and Frances McKee are not only more skilled at their instruments now, but they've also surrounded themselves with some skilled musicians, including smiling 1990s' drummer Michael McGaughrin, and Belle & Sebastian's Stevie Jackson and Bobby Kildea. Jackson, who is looking kind of like Elliot Gould in The Long Goodbye these days, added some lovely country slide guitar to "Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam" and got to rock out more than he probably does with B&S. There was also a guest horn-honker for "Molly's Lips," rock critic Michael Azerrad, whose performance was enthusiastic if lacking in technique.* But it was McKee's potty-mouthed stage banter that stole the show, none of which is fit to repeat of a family-friendly indie rock blog such as this.
SETLIST: Son Of A Gun | Monsterpussy | The Day I Was A Horse | Molly's Lips | Picked a Cherry (new) | Oliver Twisted | Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam | Lovecraft | *New New Song* | Slushy | Teenage Superstars | Bitch | Let's Get Ugly | No Hope | Sex Sux (Amen) | Dying For It | ENCORE: Rory Rides Me Raw | You Think You're A Man | Dum-Dum
*an attempt at rock critic humor
Also not fit for the whole family: opener Adam Green who was already admittedly out-of-his mind on magic mushrooms when he hit the stage and then proceeded to eat another after every song. He did not stay still for a second the entire time he was on stage: dancing, bobbing, weaving and running serpentine as if he feared there might be a sniper in the balcony. Is this what Doors shows were like? Luckily no farm animals were brought out on stage. I don't really get Green's music, but he is genuinely funny guy and…you're never bored.