Hey there folks! Been a while since I’ve posted a show review, but I’m done with finals so that means I’ve got six whole weeks of live music, band interviews, and album reviews to give you before I have to do homework again! To celebrate not flunking out of school, I went to see some good people play some good music a few Wednesdays ago at Fury’s Publick House. So what if it’s a shitty Irish Pub with overpriced drinks and full of bald dudes playing pool? There is no New Hampshire equivalent to Great Scott; we take what we can get here.
After watching this video, you may ask me: aren’t there enough '90s emo revival bands with singers that can’t sing and only two chords that sound just like a hodge-podge of Cap’n Jazz and The Promise Ring and American Football?
The answer is: absolutely not! Keene’s WISDOM TEETH had me rocking back and forth, nodding my head to their undeniably catchy riffs and tempo changes. Because Keene is almost two hours from Dover, I probably see more acts from Boston come around than Keene, and it was a real treat to be able to see one of my favorite genres from a new favorite local band at my favorite location (the location being “close to me”).
THE MIGS have had a successful residency at Fury’s, and this last gig was no different, as the trio rattled away songs with the rockabilly edge of Wanda Jackson and the silliness of a drunken Raffi.
Unfortunately, I didn’t capture much silliness on camera except for the rogue cowbell army-of-two, but I can assure you that there were, in fact, funny sunglasses, goofy hats, and lots of spilled beer.
Tell a friend in Boston – the Migs are one of the most consistently energetic and entertaining bands on the seacoast, and they should show their faces around the rest of New England. The dance floor was shaking, as was everyone’s butts, and we found love in a hopeless place.