They know how to appease their audience through the spectacle of synchronized lighting. So naturally, with 'roided-out riffs from Granduciel, bulging baritone sax solos from Jon Natchez, and a feeling of being raptured with rippling melodies, it's no wonder the band is able to satisfy and galvanize showgoers for a two-hour set. This time around, they seemed to promote their 2014 and beyond brand. The band's earlier, more folk-centered material reflects a mid-career stage of Dylan, whereas, their latest successes A Deeper Understanding (2017), their major label debut, and Lost in the Dream (2014) , their commercial breakthrough, both reflect a later nod to greats like Dylan, in their slow jams, and Springsteen in their more adrenaline-throttled jams. The '80s rock 'n' roll demeanor of The War on Drugs can be attributed to the roots Adam Granduciel planted when he first started the band with Kurt Vile based on their affinity for Bob Dylan. It's easy to say they opened with a few crowd-pleasers since the crowd literally one-upped each song with raving hoots and hollers as the night progressed with high-octane energy, sensory-overload LED acrobatics and a crescendo of wave after wave of climaxes. Before they even started playing their set fans were giving them a standing ovation, which certainly wouldn't be the last for the night. The Moore Theater continues to billow with fog, rolling in like a mid-winter Seattle morning, so thick that it initially envelops half of the main floor. The anticipation of being awestruck floods the crowd as leader/songwriter Adam Granduciel and his band take the stage. She'll be back in Seattle supporting Noah Gundersen at The Neptune on Friday, November 17th. To the crowd's delight, she paid homage to Tom Petty by playing a stag version of "It'll All Work Out." She cashed out with "Motion Sickness" the one upbeat song on her setlist that night. The balance of slide guitar, minimal - yet intentional - drum hits and punctuated piano all paint a soundscape that draws you into her angsty world.
There's something about Bridgers' emotive lyricism that seems to have a cinematic awareness that portrays a forlorn cast of feelings pondering through a rainy window. She's dexterous to the point where she dared to tune all her strings to an alt-tuning without using a tuner, which, one, is kind of a performing taboo, and two, is pretty difficult to pull off by ear, but she did so tactfully and used it to her advantage to accent her aloofness on stage muttering, "To be anticlimactic, here's another slow, sad song." The poetry of her craft encompasses a dashing timbre, delicate distress, and a brilliant display of dexterity. Supporting The War on Drugs for both shows, and part of their Pacific Northwest tour, Phoebe Bridgers laid the night's foundation of balladry with her harrowing folk songwriting, which grabbed the attention of Ryan Adams enough to record her debut EP, in 2015, on his label.
But the dark calm before the synth-riders-on-the-storm was opener Phoebe Bridgers, an LA-bred songstress and embracer of acoustic and melancholic strummers. It's like multiple shots of Nixon-defying dope coursing through your veins that makes you in-the-moment bliss out, forget your surroundings, cavort in (or around) your seat, and cathartically howl along to the atmospheric amphetamine that is their euphoric sound. Last Monday, at the first of two sold-out shows at The Moore, Philly's The War on Drugs delivered nothing short of a visually and viscerally stunning display of dream rock dopeness with their cascading waterfall of sound.
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