Squeaky, clattery, unelectrified wooden guitar- strumming plus breathy, intense, earnest female vocals. Oh, God, will this torment agony never cease? But wait, the lady’s a dude. That’s the only really interesting thing going on here so, alas (it’s terribly unfair), Mr. Death Vessel (aka Joel Thibodeau) has to take the full weight of the sane world’s disdain for the vile plague that is the neo-folk-singer/songwriter (the musical equivelant of swine flu). Fuck off back to the 1960s, all 8 billion of you. If there’s anything worse than a poet, it’s a poet with a guitar. And an audience. It’s a scene comprised of thousands of the self-obessed bastards. A cull is long overdue. (Steven Wells)
Sun., May 31, 8pm. $10. First Unitarian Church Chapel, 2125 Chestnut St. 866.468.7619. r5productions.com
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