That's Very Kind of You: A Chris Garneau Review

That's Very Kind of You: A Chris Garneau Review

It’s typically a fulfilling experience to go to a concert with artists you barely know. Not only do you get to test the waters of hearing near complete unknowns, but also you get an insight into what your friends are listening to these days. One of my best friends desperately wanted to go see Brooklynite singer-songwriter Chris Garneau for the longest time. Finally giving her the opportunity to go, I experience some strangeness that night.

The show, on July 9th at Greenwich Village venue Le Poisson Rouge, ended up being an indie-filled night, full of eccentric instruments, personalities, and musical selections. Opening acts Scary Mansion and The Lisps were radically different from most acts I’ve previously seen, but both were on opposite ends in regards to quality.

I had an inkling that Scary Mansion was going to be trouble after moniker Leah Hayes appeared on stage at 8, although every source reported that the show would start at 7. The set already started at a low peak, and things began to fall from there. Hayes walked on stage with a beer in her hand, which explained the delay. When she opened her mouth, she sounded like a indier spawn of Feist, but her voice and thunderstick doesn’t mix well with the alternative-tinged bass and drums. Also, the poor backup vocals seemed useless as her voice was usurped by the instrumentals. Hayes tried to interact with the bassist, but it looked like he wasn’t having any of it. Hayes looked like she was going to eventually stumble over herself and fall off stage, seeing how she was wobbling to an extreme. The crowd wasn’t thrilled during the set, and seemed relieved when the band finally ended.

Luckily, things changed for the better when The Lisps quickly came on stage about 15 minutes after the Scary Mansion set. Consisting of vocalist Sammy Tunis, guitarist and vocalist Cesar Alvarez, bassist Jeremy Hoevenaar, and drummer/object hitter Eric Farber, their set was like an indie old-time variety show. Their show was a bloody good time. Their songs and lyrics were varied and witty, their anecdotes were cute, and some of their instruments were quirky, ranging from tambourines to recycled film reels to melodicas to a huge wrecked tin box. The Lisps were a breath of fresh air that I haven’t really encountered in a while. They managed to win a new fan within 45 minutes.

Chris Garneau soon walked on stage, and I was shocked. The man was incredibly tiny and wore very tight pants. It was kind of cute. He came up and taped a keyboard to the already-grand piano already plopped on stage. In addition to the key-piano hybrid, cellos and an accordion sprinkled the stage. The various instruments reminded me of the Andrew Bird set-up when I saw him at Hiro Ballroom, but they also guaranteed an eclectic show. When Garneau opened his mouth, his voice was unlike anything that I’ve heard prior. I could call him a male Bjork, but he was more distinct than that. His voice has such rawness and emotion pouring with every word he sings that he cannot be compared with any other artist at the moment. The combination of his vocals and instrumentals made for a beautiful performance of his latest. In fact, the live performance proves that the material off El Radio is quite strong.

While the majority of the show was good, it's a shame to think that Chris Garneau and The Lisps don’t have as many fans as they should. The problem that I see with the music industry is that people aren’t willing to open their arms to new, truly different material. Unless if either or conform their genres to sound like music that is popular, both bands aren’t going to be able to reach a wider audience. While this is so, perhaps it’s not so bad that they remain with these intimate venues.