Last Tuesday (and every Tuesday, really) was exciting for us here at HEP. That’s right, Tuesday night is Kaleidoscope night down at the wonderful 39Hotel. For those of you not hip to the program, Kaleidoscope is a weekly event that highlights some of the best Hawaii talent from all genres of music. The normally swank venue puts on it’s skinny jeans, opens the (classy, glass bottled) PBR fridge, and keeps you in the melody from 9 until close.
Siblings and Narwhal were our entertainment for the night and they brought the biggest crowd to 39Hotel since the At Sea show we covered a few weeks ago. The always wonderful bartenders were at their best, even going as far to save every bottle cap opened that night when L mentioned she was trying to amass them for a recycling project. L and I spent our time outside on the excellent patio enjoying the warm night and the company of friends and acquaintances, many of whom will probably read this blog (thanks guys).
Siblings were up first. We talked about them a few posts back and were itching to get to another of their shows. Since 39Hotel has no stage, the band played on the floor. This was a perfect fit for them as they were essentially engulfed in the sizable moshpit that opened up once they started their set. To sum up this extra layer of excitement, I would like to point out that the singer, Joey Green, did a mic check and a scream check. I’m not sure which was louder.
According to Siblings’ new blog, there were two new songs debuted at K-Scope, once of which (Short Lived) is up on their Bandcamp. The most memorable moment for me involved the band, the crowd, even the bartenders screaming, over and over, “We don’t burn bridges. We just don’t fucking build them.” Simply epic.
Narwhal (thankfully) gave us a half an hour break to get some air before starting up. In their recent performances, they’ve been playing their new songs almost exclusively. This night, however, they found a very pleasing mix of new and old stuff. And they were quite loud. Very loud, even. With this volume came a level of “tightness” that I hadn’t yet seen in the literally dozens of shows I’ve seen from them. Even when Kevin (Titty, to most) took his shirt, which had been ripped off in the mosh, and tied it into a blindfold on Adam mid-song, nothing was missed. Likewise, Nick managed to keep the solos flowing while being picked up three or four times.
It’d been a while since I’ve had to fight to stay at the front of a crowd and I’d never done it at a show of this size. On this night, however, the crowd was riled into a fever and I found myself pushed, pulled, punched, kicked, and generally abused while I struggled to carry on with my approximation of dancing. Not to say I didn’t enjoy it, because I definitely did. It was just the hardest Narwhal show I’ve seen yet. And it was a Tuesday.
Oh, and “Tell Me” was the finale to the night. Well, maybe it was PBR and Bacon, but we’ve already covered that.