-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Flogging Molly played Electric Factory last night, and it was, as the kids say, totally bumpin'. Hands down, FM puts on the best show going. Tim was in town, and some of the local crew went with; stopped by Whiskey Dix down the street for a couple drinks, then headed over to the show. The opening band was half-decent, half-godawful. There were also some guys from a "comedy show" coming to fuse.tv called "The Whitest Guys U'Know", and it was fucking horrendous.
Thankfully Flogging Molly came on and washed all the nonsense away. An absolutely amazing show. Harry and Shari had never heard them before, and seemed to really enjoy themselves (as if they could do anything else). The mood from the audience was very positive; everyone was happy to be there, and indeed, there were random people doing jigs. Even I was moved by the music to move a bit. Don't tell anyone, though.
They're playing again tonight, and have a bunch of other dates you could go to. Even if you've never heard them before, or don't think it's quite your thing, you should give it a shot. If you go and hate it, you are broken.
The only regrets I have about the show is that they didn't play Every Dog Has Its Day or The Worst Day Since Yesterday, but belted out the rest of my favorite songs, so it's hard to complain. So good.
By the end of the night, I was pretty well drunk (no way am I going to a FM show and not having a cup of gin or whiskey to raise while yelling "Then the rosary beads / count them 1 2 3 / fell apart as they hit the floor / In a garb of black / we must pay respect / to the color we're born to mourn") and today I've got one of the few hangovers I've ever experieneced, but eh. It was worth it.
Go. Listen. Watch. (Whiskey On A Sunday is an excellent way to introduce yourself to the band... the audio CD if full of awesome, and the DVD is by turns hilarious, touching, and also full of auditory yay.)