The Crosstown Traffic

“Aw, nah, we just fuck on stage for rock ‘n’ roll.” —Kamara Thomas, bassist for Earl Greyhound, when I asked her if she and guitarist Matt Whyte were together

So, uh, where were you last night at around 10:20 p.m.? What’s that, not at the Pour House? You are a FOOL. I wrote a semi-slobbery blurb about them for last week’s paper, and am now basking in sweet, sweet justification after Earl Greyhound obliterated my (high) expectations — and won over quite a few new fans — with their set last night.

Before any of them even set foot on stage, Ricc Sheridan’s riDONKulously huge, cherry red Ludwig bass drum was a promising presage of how hard this trio was going to slay. And indeed they did — all three of them (Whyte, Thomas, and Sheridan) are impeccable on their respective instruments. Whyte’s occasional foray into guitar-god posturing was backed up by his furiously flying fingers, Thomas looked incredibly radiant while she kept the low-end fuzzy as f**k, and Sheridan … dude. Beatkeeping you could set your watch by + a fantastic grasp of the importance of drum dynamics + a super-sweet quasi-”Frankenstein” kit = a gape-inducing display of drum mastery.

Hell, why take my word for it? You can watch a (sorta craptastic, but the rock bleeds through!) video from last night of Earl Greyhound performing “S.O.S.” here

After the show, I couldn’t resist getting a shot of Sheridan with that bass drum:

According to Whyte and Thomas, they’ll be back soon, whenever they schedule their next headlining tour. Second chances make for sweet romances…

–sm