Review + Setlist: Frightened Rabbit Enchants the Old Rock House, May 7, 2010



It was the end of the week of the end of the world (to paraphrase Jon Stewart) and (to paraphrase Michael Stipe) everyone felt fine. More than fine, judging by the smiles, clapping hands and dancing (mostly, sometimes not quite) bodies squeezed (but not jammed) onto the dance floor at the Old Rock House. It was Friday night and Frightened Rabbit was making its debut (a sell out) in St. Louis.

Scott Hutchison of Frightened Rabbit at the Old Rock House last night. See more Frightened Rabbit photos here. - PHOTO: JON GITCHOFF

What the hell, let's find out if a good rock show (to paraphrase the late Eddy Arnold) can make the world go away.

After a week in which Nashville flooded, Greece burned, the stock market freaked, and Times Square was nearly blown up, we could all be forgiven for feeling like frightened rabbits. The fearless, if-not-quite peerless, Scottish rock band, led by supremely unpretentious and sweat-drenched singer Scott Hutchison, slayed for an hour plus. Everyone (or nearly) sang along. With a blur of tightly harmonized electric and acoustic guitars, keyboards and a flood of songs so earnest, direct and pure (in their own twisted way) it felt like the shitty old world really might go away -- or at least right its wobbly axis.

Frightened Rabbit at the Old Rock House last night. See more Frightened Rabbit photos here. - PHOTO: JON GHITCHOFF

A sell-out crowd at the Old Rock House means you either hang back and watch the proceedings from the TV monitors and big, dim screen, or break the bottleneck to the dance floor to stake out a spot while the opening bands conduct their obligatory rituals. In this case, Our Brother the Native (from Ann Arbor) started out with a barely coherent smashup of raver-trance mush, geometric post-rock, pedal-fucked-xylophone-and-trumpet-blonkage, free jazz drumming, and Vampire Weekend guitar jingle. Dynamics were good; songs, if they existed at all, were not.

Aaron Stovall of local band So Many Dynamos (left) with Maps & Atlases at the Old Rock House last night. See more Frightened Rabbit photos here. - PHOTO: JON GITCHOFF

Maps and Atlases (from Chicago) followed, rocking the Urban Woodsman (or Urban Methuselah) look, and getting some tangible melodic and groove results from their advanced math classes and careful study of Stanley Jordan DVDs. Like your guitar fret board noodling free of backbeat? Here's your band. Memo to indie festival kids: Dance to this stuff, even when the drummer gives you more cowbell, and you risk making Beatle Bob look like Fred Astaire. Better to try murmuring along with Dave Davison's nervously pinched but charming vocals or just clap along when So Many Dynamos march on stage with bass drum and even more cowbells. The fun (if now predictable) indie drum circle turned into a mass sit down, and the crowd, without protest, crouched as one. A gimmick? Sure, but also a genuinely sweet moment.

A quick flash of a Selkirk accent ("Hey! How are you?"), and Frightened Rabbit was off, with a looped guitar riff and a sound swell that washed away all post-rock-trying-too-hard detritus. "I've been digging that hole tonight," began Hutchison, crisply and decisively on opening song "Skip the Youth." On the chorus he proclaimed, "I can't dance with you," and he didn't, but he and his four-piece band gave everything they had to every song, start to finish. "Whoa ohhh" refrains abounded and the group carved out guitar chords with almost Band of Horses-like power and elevation. The set was a moment of clarity: Soulful rock & roll, you might even call it traditional, played without style or calculation or pandering, with nary a trace of cool, can sound fantastic, exhilarating, and personal, one-singer-to-one-listener. Even on dark, brutally dark, psycho-social tableaus like second song "Modern Leper" or the doomed, Poguesy nostalgia of third song "Old, Old Fashioned," Hutchison and the band delivered the material to maximize connection, dispensing with guitar solos (forget about it), only occasionally chatting (but an explanation of a denied request for a song about a "good boner" was hilarious), and just delighting in the rhythms, sometimes like a punk rock KC and the Sunshine Band, sometimes like a hookier Blue Nile, and either leading or following a clap-crazed crowd who got it, really got it.

And after a 12-song set (a mirror image of the band's preferred spring list) the crowd got an encore as well, including a solo acoustic (ultimately unplugged) "Poke," a manic and melodic "Living in Colour" and the volatile, drunken, joyous, piss-off-note finale "Keep Yourself Warm."

"When you're in the gloomy middle of a tour," Hutchison said towards the end, "nights like this make it all worth it."

True, that. Let's do it again soon.

Frightened Rabbit's new album, Winter of Mixed Drinks, on vinyl last night at the Old Rock House. See more phtoos from last night's Frightened Rabbit show. - PHOTO: JON GITCHOFF

Set List:

Skip the Youth
The Modern Leper
Old, Old Fashioned
The Loneliness and the Scream
The Wrestler
The Twist
Swim Until You Can't See Land
My Backwards Walk
Nothing Like You
Heads Roll Off
Good Arms vs. Bad Arms

Living in Colour
Keep Yourself Warm

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