I’m rarely left speechless by a show. Gibbering like an idiot, occasionally, but rarely speechless. I can almost always find some twist of words to explain why something was tremendous, or at least an adjective or six, but this morning, I am still stuttering over last night’s Felice Brothers set at Kings.
We saw them in September at Bristol, of course, the first time I’d seen them live, and they were wonderful — huge sound on a huge stage, those great big shouted choruses ringing out over a crowd of thousands. But they were just as good, if not better, at Kings last night, on a tiny stage in a room that holds about 250 people; sweet and funny, loud and cheerful, and the same shouted choruses feel just as big but much closer, much more intimate in a small room on a small stage.
It was just a high energy force-of-nature sort of show. Ian Felice is a maniac with an incredible voice. Nobody has any business rocking an accordian as hard as James Felice does, or as well. (I could seriously have come home with nothing but 500 photos of James. I refrained, because cee loves Ian best and also what would I do with 500 photos of an accordian?) The new stuff they’re doing sounds great, and some of it is transcendent (“River Jordan”, oh my God). The old stuff sounds great, too, and the self-titled is still my favorite Felice release to date.
Adam Haworth Stephens of Two Gallants opened, in his solo-with-a-backing-band incarnation; I’d never heard any of his stuff before, although the Penn State Fan (who was there with me) has raved about him to me previously, and he was absolutely fantastic. I do so love a great opener before a great show.
No setlist — didn’t keep one — but if I stumble on one, I’ll add it. A whackload more photos behind the jump.