If you
are like me, a rock n roll fanatic, and from the South, you probably spent many
of your musical formidable years listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd, The Allman
Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, Little Feat, Charlie Daniels, and others that
define the term “Southern Rock”. What has always drawn me to this sub
genre is the fine tuned storytelling and the songs about the darker side of
life. If you have ever been on an old mountain road alone at after the sun has
set or in the French Quarter at 3 AM Halloween night, then you know that dark
side I speak of. Unfortunately, what most people consider to be “Southern
Rock” are those misunderstood redneck anthems. If you are to poke
around the South a bit; in the honky tonks and bars, a new sound is
brewing. Who’s to say those “Southern Rock” rules cannot be broken?
Last night was a typical hot, humid, summer night in Atlanta. It was even
hotter upstairs at Smith’s Olde Bar, especially with The Higher Choir
railroading the crowd with their self described “Southern Gothic” rock n
roll. Last night was THC’s EP release party for “Steeped in Southern
Tradition”. Well a party is what they called it. I would call it an
old fashioned ass whipping! It was obvious these guys have been working
hard on their craft and proved they are here to stay. The sound was loud,
dark and dirty. With seven members in the band, these guys are big and
powerful. And they know it! Which to me is fantastic, rock n roll
should be a little cocky, on stage at least.
With six
different instruments on stage, Chance Walls does a fantastic job pulling it
all together with his country punk presence and screaming vocals. Stephen
Darley, Wayne Glass, and Harold Sellars hammer down the foundation on the bass
and drums. I think the left side of my face is a little bruised from
standing in front of Darley’s bass amp all night. And let me tell
you folks, Wayne is a beast on his translucent green drum kit. Alan
Connor and Grant Mitchel take turns with the guitar work, making it look easy.
The two are a perfect fit with Grant on the backup vocals and Alan stepping up
to the front, shoving his nasty guitar work down your throat, all with that
guitar player flare. These two were tit for tat all night without missing
a note, even with Grant ripping up a bunch of strings. The Pozz sits back
calmly on the keys, collected and cool, with his dark shades on. The
Pozz, with Sellars on percussion, wrap it all up with a nice pretty bow, giving
the band wisdom and depth. Hell, I think there was even a trumpet, a
pedal steel, and a mandolin on stage at some point last night. Take all
that and mix it up with stories of corn liquor, race car drivers, guns and hard
work, and a perfect southern cocktail is what you get. Heavy, haunting
mystique, with a little bit of rage makes for a fantastic rock show.
The
Higher Choir answered the question, who’s to say we have to stay in the lines
of the typical southern rock definitions. At a loss for my own words to
describe their sound I will have to agree that “Southern Gothic” fits
perfectly. So, if you like it loud, a little rude, and even a little
scary like I do, do yourself a favor and get out and see these boys. You
might even get lucky, and hear a version of Althea, that will melt your face in
a whole new way!
GO SEE
LOCAL MUSIC!