The White White Quilt

Ahh, stoner rock. Sometimes mellow head nodding groves work, sometimes they just about put you to sleep. The White White Quilt, despite its somewhat funky bass, fell into the latter category at their February 27th Bottom of the Hill show. At times, I thought the band themselves may had fallen asleep but the presence of sound and the slight gesticulation of strumming arms fabricating sound, proved otherwise. The repetitive melodies and uninspired lyrics became endless jams that seemed to loose direction half way through almost every song. To their credit, The White White Quilt’s bluesy guitar and lead vocals are noteworthy but not enough to carry an uninterested audience through a full set.

Most of the entertainment for the evening came from a group of, what I lovingly referred to as: drunken Irish soccer hooligans. A group composed of one drunk and horny couple and their two equally inebriated and extremely bored friends. Song after song, the couple made out with such ferociousness that blood began to run from the bottom lip of one of the partners. Their friends, having already stumbled around breaking things and obviously feeling like the awkward third and fourth wheels in the group, chose to bide their time by pacing in circles around an Amstel Light bottle placed in the middle of the unused dance floor.

Had it not been for the antics of the foursome of tourists, I may have lapsed into a funky, folky coma.