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The Upper Crust @ Spaceland 7/14/06
They were snooty, they looked down at us from their powdered noses, they were not at all amused by the slam dancing happening in front of them Friday night at Spaceland.
The Boston quartet wore white wigs and puffy shirts and little pants and buckles on their shoes. They played hard-rocking AC/DC styled riffs circa 1774 but they barely smiled because their teeth were made of wood.
The look was right, the energy wasn't. And for that they must be taxed. The kids wanted to rock and the band was playing rock but something was missing, something was lost in the time-traveling, there was some rocque in arrears. Someone was leaving some rock on the table.
The sneer from Count Bassie was delightful, but the stick tricks being performed by drummer Jackie Kickassis behind his trap set tickled us. Perhaps tonight at Alex's Bar the mojo will return to these Flauntleroys who hardly ever tour the West Coast, so if you're not going to see Bobby Brown, Bell Biv Devoe, and En Vogue at the Greek, perhaps you should cruise down to the LBC, because maybe it was you that was missing.