14 March 2016
New Questioning Coyote Brigade Review
For fans of rebel culture like myself there is not a lot to engage us here in Steepleton. Barns burn down here all the fucking time but churches never do. So on the rare occasions someone presents something at odds with the prevailing conformity I try and support it. There is more to life than beer and hockey, motherfuckers.
So I was both pleased and surprised to learn Gerry Hannah and the New Questioning Coyote Brigade and a couple other bands were putting on a rock show on Saturday night in Cherrydale. It would be my first night being entertained in my neighbour town since my mom and dad used to take my siblings and I to the drive-in that used to be there.
If you ever find yourself in Cherrydale at night, as I did Saturday, do not be surprised if you find a lot of young men driving around town shitfaced in their pick-up trucks looking for trouble. It would appear it is illegal to go out of doors without being bombed and prepared to get even more so.
Found the pub where the show was taking place without much trouble. Pretty hard to get lost in as small a place as Cherrydale. Cost me a dollar to park all night in the lot next door. No credit card required.
Very much to my surprise the pub was already packed when I got there. Turns out people in Cherrydale start their pre-drinking around noon and arrive at shows two hours before a show when they really start drinking.
Got a NQCB button with my $5 admission. Talked to Gerry who was stationed near the door selling his band's cd. I bought one and he graciously signed both my cassette copies of his jail time production "Songs From Underground." We made small talk. I have a lot of time for Gerry and people like him. Just because I am a rebel does not preclude me from appreciating revolutionary activity.
Got myself some beer, ordered up some food and found a corner that I could defend if shit got out of control. Turned out I need not have worried. It was a university crowd. I had forgotten there is a little one in Cherrydale where they teach people how to pick corn, milk cows and shit like that.
First band was Cozy Pines I guess. They were fucking great but louder than fuck. Gerry came to the back of the pub where I had begun to realize this was going to be a way better night than I had bargained for. We talked about old times. Shit was bad back then. It has got fucking worse.
Next band was the Broadway Bombshells. Their female lead singer was sick so their set did not go as they had planned. Even so they were pretty fucking excellent. Had a funky Hendrix thing going on. I cannot wait to see them when their singer gets better.
Hannah's band was far better than I expected. Old metal head me likes some wicked guitar playing and the guy on lead was wicked as a long weekend beer shit. Gerry played his rhythm guitar through a Vox amp which gave him a cool '69 VU sound. Rhythm section was rock solid.
Got to hear three Subhumans song I thought I would never hear again and hearing all those songs I have loved for 31 years on Gerry's cassette played live was like Christmas in March. Best one, "The Madness," was last. Gerry's songs from the mid-80s may not be birthday party material but they are well crafted and unique as all fuck.
The New Questioning Coyote Brigade is playing a show with Art Bergman at Dope City's Fox cabaret on May 20th. Buy yourself tickets, motherfuckers. Support your local rebel culture.