![]() They proceeded to blaze through their set, bathed in red and yellow lights from the stage. I couldn’t tell there was a problem but I definitely appreciated their sense of humor about the situation. Afterward, they greeted the audience and well as did “some damage control” by switching out a faulty amplifier. Hell, I never thought I’d be affected by a hypothetical conversation with a slug. Hardly a flawed performance, these minor imperfections helped to express the emotionality of the song. Snail Mail played a couple songs from their debut EP Habit from 2016, including “ Slug.” In her delivery, Jordan’s voice broke as she asked a slug “what does another useless day bring?” and her voice crescendoed and cracked as she sang. The audience picked up the pace, dancing around with smiles plastered over their faces. The rest of the band joined in, providing a jauntier and more fast paced rhythm. Whereas the previous bands distorted their sound in some way, Snail Mail contrasted sharply given how crisp they sounded: Jordan’s vocals-piercing and raw, both familiar and refreshing-were emotional and honest, and corresponded with minor chords and delicately hand-picked scales. As Jordan plucked the notes on her guitar and began singing of being “so tired of moving on spending every weekend so far gone,” I was frozen with my eyes locked to the stage. They switched gears as lead singer/guitarist Lindsey Jordan launched into “ Heat Wave” from their 2018 full-length album Lush. They started their set with a noisy shoegazy introduction. A kid in front of me mentioned that “all the songs sounded the same.” If you’re reading this: I can assure you they don’t.Īfter some time, Snail Mail sauntered on stage to a roar from the audience. As someone who has seen them live before (sounding much better), I was bummed the crowd didn’t get to hear them as I had previously. While I enjoyed their set, I felt that the drum machine didn’t translate super well through the sound system and made the songs somewhat indiscernible. This got the crowd moving to the driving bass and drum machine-which were both lively and mechanical-while both members of the band stood stoically in their posts. Stewart greeted the crowd with an altered voice and proceeded to plow through their set. ![]() A woman was crying as they departed and that seemed a sign of a good set.īlack Marble, the formerly-Brooklyn-now-LA-based coldwave project of Chris Stewart took the stage next under smoky, ominous lighting. ![]() Regardless, it was a pleasure seeing them again. While I’m a huge fan of their music, I wasn’t sure what to make of their playing with Snail Mail while the lyrics are deeply personal, musically it doesn’t quite match up. Under the somewhat stark stage lights, singer Adam Klopp belted out melancholy prose with an impressive power as the moody, synth-heavy pop carried throughout the venue. I walked into the cavernous hall to Salt Lake City-based Choir Boy already onstage. But instead I was dealt something unexpected. I marched up the Fillmore’s blood red staircase into the chandelier-decked lobby expecting the concert openers Choir Boy and Black Marble to be my favorite parts of the show anticipating that I’d end up writing about them as “underdog” acts assuming the spotlight. ![]() It happened to be the latter case when I saw Snail Mail at the Fillmore on January 24th. There are times when you see a band with a hundred expectations and others when you have none. To mitigate your FOMO, check out Chandler’s show review! Indie rock band Snail Mail returned to San Francisco for a sold out performance on January 24th. ![]()
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