Low Cut Connie
Low Cut Connie is becoming a MidPoint staple; when your performances leave people in quivering puddles of sweat and adrenaline, you tend to get invited back. On the piano, it’s Adam Weiner doing his best Jerry Lee Lewis-meets-Little Richard impression, pounding on the keys as though he’s trying to beat a confession out of them, which might actually be the case. Back there on the drums, with a guitar slung around his neck, is British expat Dan Finnemore, who translates his Punk/Garage Rock influences into a sonic approximation of the heartbeat and brainwave of a guy strapped to the nosecone of a launched rocket. The duo’s new album, the long-threatened Hi Honey, is a bit of a throwback to Weiner’s ’50s/’60s inspirations, but with plenty of modern verve and humor. Whatever they do in the studio, magnify it exponentially, then again, and, what the hell, once more and you’ll just about equal the twosome’s stage presentation. If there had been a piano and drums at the crossroads, Low Cut Connie would have kicked the devil’s pointy red ass. Come see what that’s all about.
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