REVIEW! TBE @ THE FORD PLANT by Lucas Thurston

REVIEW! TBE @ THE FORD PLANT by Lucas Thurston

"The Books Elusive is just a lady with a guitar and a guy with some drums. I just assumed that they were going to play pleasant indie rock or something. I jokingly remarked to Matt, "...and it turns out they’re a noise band!"

"At that moment, the drummer slammed onto his tom and snare, and the room was saturated in noisy rock and roll. The drummer, Damon de Szegheo, tore a whole in the Ford Plant with his blistering beats. I still can’t believe fast he was. Damon would do these sweet poses in between beats that would last about a second or two, but it made him look so much cooler."

"Then we have the guitarist, Lynne Dubuc. She had a sexy, dark, guitar hanging from her neck that she attacked with her pick. She had this dirty, fat, grimy tone that gave the songs a edge."

"What made me truly enjoy their set, besides the name-taking ass-kicking drumming, was Lynne’s voice. She has this strange way of getting the words out of her mouth. Her voice is really different, it really makes the songs interesting. I love she just growled the words sometimes. Nothings more punk than awesome growly singing! Okay, maybe there is, but I like growly singing."

"The songs themselves would not nearly be as good if they weren’t played by the Books Elusive. Sometimes I found that they verged on the mainstream, but Damon’s pounding drumming and Lynne’s singing kept it too scary, and too rocking, for Abercrombie and Fitch. Which is good, I wouldn’t want a bunch of excellent musicians such as these to get crushed by the music machine, and it seemed that they didn’t either."

"They had a few technical problems. Lynne’s guitar, from 1962 no less, at one point became horribly out of tune. Thankfully this happened between songs so we were treated to witty banter. Damon told us a story about getting to the Ford Plant before Tim got there. A sign was left on the door that said "No bands showed up yet, go to the Rodeo." Damon said "So we though, ’That’s cryptic’, and headed to the Rodeo" It ended up with Damon in the bathroom at the Rodeo, and he saw that a tile was missing. Apparently, where the tile is missing someone carved "Who ever took this tile, bring it back, fucker". Finally, Lynne got the guitar tuned and the show was back on track."

"Overall, despite the first guy, it was a rocking night. It was too bad that Kevin had to leave after the Torcus finished, but such is life. When we got into the car at the end of the night, beeping had stopped. I guess, the cat-burglar had left and was having a good night with all those stolen goods. Well I mean, it’s a good night when you impress the sexy indie chicks with the Beethoven you played at a recital that night. Hehe."

"We left that night with the memories of indie lobster’s cut hair, Colonel’s chickeny Snacker, and a giant Cassie. The memory that was clearest in my mind was something that Lynne Dubuc said when she was tuning her 46 year old guitar. "On the count of three everyone say: ’Train wreck!’" Train wreck? Hardly."

Review by Lucas Thurston

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