Okay, old band (older than ME even!). Two sets. No opener. Early start. Billed as "An Evening With..." All the hallmarks of a snoozer.
Oh, they had the pedigree. To me, the Feelies were already post-punk when punk had barely left the womb. Formed in 1976 (though I didn't discover them until a decade or more later), their angular, jangly guitars, mathematical precision, and tense builds and crashes, made them a harbinger of the Pixies, Husker Du, R.E.M, Pavement, Versus... well, let's just say indie-rock in the late '80s and 1990s. They themselves are often cited as being heavily influenced by the Velvet Underground. But I think they were early enough, and different enough, to be considered more like younger contemporaries. I wore out my vinyl of their debut, Crazy Rhythms, and then spent years looking for it on MP3.
The Feelies, however, begged to differ. They OWNED their pedigree. They sounded as relevant as any band I've ever seen fill the Cradle. If they were a local buzz band of kids, I'd have been blown away.
By the time they played Slipping (Into Something), the psych/spazz-out builder from Earth, and Away, a jangly rocker from Life, and I wasn't missing Crazy Rhythms at all. These WERE crazy rhythms. Towards the end of the second set, they finally catered to my finicky demands, playing Raised Eyebrows and Crazy Rhythms from the debut. If I remember correctly(?), they also played the dark-cool Moscow Nights.
Encore Two it was, then: Real Cool Time (the Stooges) and Everybody's Got Something to Hide (Except for me and My Monkey).
What a night. Two long sets. Two encores. The Feelies rocked the house. Musically satiated, we head for the... Oh, wait. Encore Three. Now I was starting to see why the show started early: they needed to fit it all in before last call! This one consisted of R.E.M.'s Carnival of Sorts (Boxcars) and their own Fa Ce La.
Then -- hell yes -- Encore Four. The Velvet's We're Gonna Have a Real Good Time Together, followed by Brian Eno's Third Uncle.
Musically exhausted... NOW, we head for the door. Well, the merch table. Feelies fans have a lot more cash on hand than fans of most young bands these days. What a show. Don't think I've ever seen four encores; and each one better than the one before. More photos below; hopefully capturing the energy of a night that won't soon be forgotten.