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Rating: Probably even the last and lowest garage band on the planet could have played and the evening would have still taken off, but of course with the Fleshtones everything was perfect.
The fact is that the evening at the Loggia del Leopardo in Vogogna (VB) was to celebrate the twenty years of activity of the association Perché No? (organizer of hundreds of concerts in the area) and so the desire to have fun of the approximately one hundred and fifty attendees was already a good prelude to the “perfect” evening.
Then, if you add the load of a seasoned, historic, fundamental fun machine like the Fleshtones, around from New York "only" since 1976, you can imagine the rest.
We start with a little tour among the memorabilia of photos, videos, fanzines, and records scattered around the venue to remember the twenty years of PN? and then the dances begin with two bands opening the games.
First, the well-seasoned Midnight Kings with members from bands like Thee STP, The Preachers and Thee Stolen Cars, for a truly enjoyable concentrate of R'n'R and R&B known now in the most (ir)respectable venues in Italy and then the less striking New York Kleps, a somewhat predictable French combo in their classic garage R'n'R with blues influences.
And then a piece of history of our favorite music takes the stage. A real critic, the ones who stand at the bar counter to watch the concert, would have written that the Fleshtones have aged and only their memorable ability to involve the audience saved them from a confused and certainly not memorable performance.
I was not at the bar counter; I just passed by there several times and I saw the concert from the best place: front row dancing. So no list of the setlist scribbled in pen on a notepad or on the iPhone for the cooler critics (or rather: I have their setlist sheet at home) and anyway what's the point in dwelling on the pieces played or not?
Suffice it to say:
- at the first song mr. Peter Zaremba was in the middle of the audience inciting participation with his alcohol-soaked eyes;
- from the first piece the frenzied dancing of the young present (and the differently young) was immediately incendiary;
- Mr. Peter Zaremba collapsed on the ground for about thirty seconds, still in the "parterre" area, with the band continuing to play undisturbed and with an audience, instead, not very convinced that it was just a stunt (and the black eye at the end of the evening suggests the answer);
- guitarist Keith Streng launched into appreciable jumps from various chairs;
- the jet-black dye of drummer Bill Milhizer's hair will remain etched in my memory;
- the finale was with mr. Peter Zaremba standing on the bar counter singing and playing the harmonica (probably also to annoy the real critic in case, I doubt, he was leaning on the same bar);
- at the end of the evening in the venue there were sweaty, happy people with blessed smiles that not even the best ganja could achieve.
- I saw the Fleshtones in the '90s at the Tunnel in Milan, they certainly played better but with an audience of "dead" the evening was not memorable (here the opposite).
Moral of the story: the place where you watch a concert is everything. A perfect evening. SUPER ROCK!
DjKremlino
PS
This is my first (if they publish it) review on DeBaser and yes, I have exceeded the standard 1800 characters… I will never do it again…
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