Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Live Music: Half Strangers; Foreshadow; Rodney Carrington; Sky Page Band

Great live music to check out this week

Posted by Sam Spence on Wed, Sep 25, 2013 at 4:00 AM

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COUNTRY FOLK | Half Strangers
w/ Grown Up Avenger Stuff
Fri. Sept. 27
8 p.m.
The Sparrow

University of South Carolina graduate Devon Elizabeth played her first show in 2005 at a coffee shop in Cola Town. “It was bad,” she says. Only the coffee knows if that’s true, but we suspect otherwise. Although Elizabeth has been playing for nearly a decade, her band, Half Strangers, hasn’t been on the scene for long. In fact, one of the outfit’s first gigs was at the CMA Music Fest in Nashville this June. Impressive. Right now, the band is finishing up a recording session with producer-drummer Wolfgang Zimmerman of the local Hearts and Plugs label. “We’re trying to play tons of shows, produce a steady stream of content, and get people familiar with our name,” Elizabeth says. In 2012, the singer-songwriter released the EP The Loneliest Dream, a melancholy-yet-sultry country-esque collection that sounds a bit like a heavier and funkier Sheryl Crow. “I try really hard not to write the same song over and over again, not only to challenge myself, but also I don’t want to make the guys play too many songs about boys who don’t like me back,” Elizabeth says. —Kalyn Oyer FRIDAY


DEATH METAL | Foreshadow
w/ A Mile at Sea
Thurs. Sept. 26
The Sparrow

When I first queued up Foreshadow’s “Meaning of Life,” a punishing death metal jackhammer of a song, I remember being vaguely concerned about the massive decibel level and how it might adversely affect my hearing. As I moved onto the equally brutal “War Without End,” I began to have a hard time forming thoughts, and my vision got blurry. Not long after that, I started running around Charleston City Paper’s office doing unspeakable things to my co-workers as Foreshadow’s music blared in my ears. I vaguely remember slamming chairs into walls, throwing a flaming sofa out of a window, and peeing on my boss’s desk. When I regained consciousness, I was naked, munching on chips in an overturned ambulance. For some of you, that’s a worthy enough endorsement of Foreshadow, but for others, you need a little more. These Tampa, Fla.-based metal heads have been around since 2008, and they’re currently touring in support of their most recent effort, The Stranger End of Death. They specialize in metal of the face-melting variety, and their lyrics seem to imply a dislike of the establishment — natch. Their music switches from a pounding cacophony to lighter, harmonic guitar riffs, and the changeovers indicate a level of technical proficiency that even a non-metal lover should be able to appreciate. —Stephen Pappas FRIDAY

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CORN-PONE COMEDY | Rodney Carrington
Fri. Sept. 27
8 p.m.
North Charleston Performing Arts Center

In the movie Chasing Amy, Ben Affleck’s comic book artist notes “the big bucks are in dick and fart jokes,” and a similar case could be made in country music for “titties and beer.” They’re staples of musical humorist Rodney Carrington’s lyrical diet, whether he’s waiting on “Just One Beer,” encouraging listeners to “Drink More Beer,” or suggesting that world peace is possible if she would just “Show Them to Me.” If the Texas native has a predilection for low-hanging fruit — he followed 2000’s gold-selling Morning Wood with 2003’s Nut Sack — at least he has a nice voice and a keen appreciation for honky-tonk humor. He was the star of the sitcom Rodney on ABC from 2004-2006, which was pitched as sort of a redneck Seinfeld. Though originally a standup artist, somewhere along the way Carrington realized musicians have it easier. While a comic has to keep updating his material, a musician can perform the same songs tirelessly and need only come up with new ones every three or four years. (Carrington’s last releases were El Niño Loco and Make It Christmas in 2009.) His shows are a mix of both, lined with low-rent characters, country strumming, and self-deprecating humor (the Sinatra-style “Letter to My Penis”). —Chris Parker FRIDAY


ROCKABILLY | Skye Paige Band
w/ Disco Demolition Knights
Thurs. Sept. 26
9 p.m.
Pour House

Skye Paige is a motorcycle girl in a moped world. She sweats sass and duckwalks her way from rockabilly to swamp blues and Bakersfield country. She’s got a husky croon and old-school style perfect for hot rod rallies or pin-up posters. (Paige also performs with a burlesque troupe.) No shrinking violet or damsel in distress, she plays her six-string like a puppeteer and would-be suitors like telemarketers. “The more people I meet, the more I like my dog,” she observes on the Buck Owens-ish “Wrong, Wrong, Wrong, Wrong.” Paige was born in Anderson, S.C. but came of age in Atlanta, then found her way to Charleston in 2001. After a hiatus spent caring for her newborn son, Paige returned with a vengeance four years ago, racking up regional accolades and playing regularly. She took some more time off again earlier this year after feeling like things had grown stale with her band, the Original Recipe. Then a friend put her in touch with bassist David Sanders and drummer Skip Sautter. The chemistry with this new power trio was immediate, and it’s recharged her. They’ve begun prepping songs for a new album. A mean slide guitarist, Paige’s rough and tumble vibe fits the music’s bloozy, hip-swinging swagger. —Chris Parker THURSDAY

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