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| Andrew Seale AKA Revelstoke |
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| A Great Big Pile of Leaves |
Riding on the coat tails of a long rainy Easter weekend, The Appleseed Cast played an intimate gig at the Horseshoe Tavern. The gig was opened by Revelstoke and followed by A Great Big Pile of Leaves.
Quite frankly, it was a great night. We start of with mellowed out tunes from Revelstoke, the pre-opening opening act. Exceeding expectations. First impressions and you figure he's just a guy with a guitar. However, it turns out he's a full-on music geek and makes raw, beautiful joy with a killer vocal range. He also engages in looping, which is eternally fascinating when done live. We tried to google him but not much turns up. Mysterious and just so you know, we saw him first, we told you so.
Quite frankly, it was a great night. We start of with mellowed out tunes from Revelstoke, the pre-opening opening act. Exceeding expectations. First impressions and you figure he's just a guy with a guitar. However, it turns out he's a full-on music geek and makes raw, beautiful joy with a killer vocal range. He also engages in looping, which is eternally fascinating when done live. We tried to google him but not much turns up. Mysterious and just so you know, we saw him first, we told you so.
A Great Big Pile of Leaves made us run to the merch table. We snagged their EP "Have you seen my prefontal cortex?" for five bucks! The guitar mashing starts here with no time wasting or wollygagging.
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| Christopher Crisci - The Appleseed Cast |
Finally, the opening act The Appleseed Cast comes and brings us into primal territory. It is late, they don't talk much, start playing and suddenly, lead Christopher Crisci sends us into space with that voice. Our usually dedicated photographer takes 6 shots, figures she's done for the night and ends up partying for the rest of the set.
Sure, The Horseshoe Tavern has its special charm where the air inside tastes like mud. Someone on stage even mentioned that there was a smell of old socks and a rotting corpse. But no pain, no gain. Good music punches through all funk and we left with the smug pleasure you get when a gig goes well.