Review: Kurt Vile & the Violators

Taken By Wendy Houseworth/Manifesto Designs

The crowd poured into the Haunt

in Ithaca at the end of February, packing the bar wall to wall with a range of individuals anticipating Kurt Vile’s performance. The space was filled with fans from the edge of the stage to the bouncers by the door, waiting to

hear levitra online us mg the indie idol serenade them with gentle rock from his latest viagra feminin avis lybrido “B’lieve I’m going Down”.

 

As the people settled in, Xylorius White kept them occupied but growing eager with their alternative appearance, eclectic sound and strong sonic outbursts. Two men with tufts of unruly hair and twice as many years as many of the viagrasansordonnancefr.com concert goers raged back and forth, creating an interesting and rhythmic atmosphere that set the tone for the main act.

 

When the Violators finally took the stage, the room was receptive. Kurt Vile came bouncing up to the center mic in his bright red sneakers with his hair everywhere, exuding energy as calm and thoughtful as his tunes. The crowd cheered, ready to take it in.

The progression through their new material captivated the audience, warming up the space with the wavy, flowing sound of “Dust Bunnies”. The band gained momentum as they moved through the bouncy and rhythmic “I’m an Outlaw”, and onto their single “Pretty Pimpin”, which carried the crowd through the door of their performance with its melodic wash and strong rock undercurrent.

 

By this point, anyone who had come to the venue unsure of Kurt Vile’s music had been convinced. He wobbled about on stage, moving around on one foot, hiding behind his hair and holding his guitar over his head. The Violators backed him with subtle strength as the lyrics fell from Vile’s mouth and the crooning riffs poured from his fingers. The audience was floating in Vile’s atmosphere.

 

Perfect for a Sunday night, the band provided the right mix of punchy rhythm and smooth melodic sound that made for an enveloping, low-energy experience that was easy to get lost in. No need to jump or yell, just hop on Vile’s wavelength and take a ride. But don’t

worry, the neighbors still complained.

By Allyson Smith