Girls and The Morning Benders @ The Troubadour, 12/5/09
The Morning Benders are one of those bands who's promise is achingly painful to watch. They've got pretty piano melodies, poppy guitars, and sweetly high pitched harmonies: all of the ingredients for an infectious pop album, and somehow they fall a little bit short. It's like when you try and bake a cake without the baking powder. All of the parts are there, but the damn thing won't rise.
After seeing them at the Echo last year in support of their debut, Talking Through Tin Cans, I had high hopes that they had matured and improved. These hopes were elevated to record highs when lead singer, Chris Chu, strode out on stage and announced that tonight would be all new material from their upcoming sophomore disk that will be released in the spring. But then they began, and it was the same pleasant, unadventurous rock that had appeared on their first disk. It was enough to make you scream, "For God's sake men, take some risks!" Rock 'n' roll should be many things, but safe is not one of them. Nor should it ever be predictable. I would rather have a show be god awful sounding and interesting, then have it watered down and neutered.