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Low Cut Connie (Philadelphia)
Trying to identify all of Low Cut Connie’s possible influences after a spin through their first two self-released albums — 2011’s Get Out the Lotion and 2012’s Call Me Sylvia — is a little like counting the spots on an angel-dusted dalmation. It’s a safe bet that keyboard madman Adam Weiner has some sort of emotional connection to Jerry Lee Lewis, but he sings with the intensity of Iggy Pop and the loopy comedic sense of They Might Be Giants’ John Linnell. Weiner and work-visa-ed Brit Dan Finnemore, who serves as co-songwriter, drummer and erstwhile guitarist, have tapped into a seriously weird but viscerally powerful vein of Rock, and they giddily careen from genre lane to genre lane, touching on their twisted visions of Garage Rock, Blues, Doo Wop and Country, snarled up together like a ball of electrified barbed wire. Low Cut Connie expands to real band proportions on tour, and the quartet generally sounds like a bus full of lunatics out on a day pass to play at a squonky Rock bar. This may be one of the “don’t miss” shows of MPMF.
YDIIYD: The Black Keys and Ben Folds hit the road in a van that runs on bourbon and expired pork barbecue. (BB)