SXSW: Polica as the road team
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| Photo by Erik Hess |
As important as it is to play properly on your home court, the true champions have a mean road record too. Polica used this opportunity to pretend like they were taping an episode of Austin City Limits, and judging by how wondrous it sounded in there, they may get to do the real thing sometime soon.
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| Photo by Erik Hess |
Simply put, in the smashed-together scheduling and hectic pace of the drag-out music trade show, most of these shows are bordering on awful all the time. Singer Channy Leaneagh looked decently rested, and she proved that her shoulder bones need not be confined to any set rhythmic pattern to speak of as she took advantage of her ample stage space. Bassist Chris Bierden and drummers Drew Christopherson and Ben Ivascu all kind of do the same thing whenever they perform, but there was a poise and confidence propping them up in a roomful of strangers.
Speaking of those strangers, I could tell that most of them were not from Minnesota because they were actually dancing and not worrying what anyone would think of them. Not like a little head-nodding sway you do while waiting for a latte at Dunn Bros if a Black Keys song comes on, but a mustachioed gentleman next to me was absolutely pouncing on this material like an underfed timber wolf. At one point, a colleague asked me "How much of their popularity is due to the singer being really hot?" Vintage Trouble, the band that played before Polica, was fronted by a handsome lead singer with charisma -- but the material was like the flattest version of Kings of Leon trying to play James Brown covers. I love this photo, but I will assure you that the band's sound is so bland that a good percentage of the crowd left, and a small percentage of those who stayed were grooving.
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| Photo by Erik Hess |
| This guy. |
Polica knew that it sounded good in there, they probably had a chance to sound check, and they knew they could play "Wandering Star" and let the crisp-as-ever beats from the dual drummers singe all in proximity. On a bill that included the freak-out color stripes of Wallpaper; The-Dream stoking the crowd with embarrassingly graphic R&B; and Lionel Richie just basically pretending that the '80s never ended in front of many willing participants; a Minneapolis band was just a band that could've been from anywhere and played like they want to go everywhere.
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| Photo by Erik Hess |
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