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Flogging Molly Part II

Sunday, August 07, 2005

5 hours later, I still have a dull ringing in my right ear (which is usually a sign of a good concert). Ok, so I will start from the beginning.
At 5PM, we finally found out that tickets were going to be sold at the door and that only 150 remained. So Liz and I got dressed in a hurry, got directions to the Sonar Club in Baltimore and got thoroughly lost amidst the one-way streets in Balimore. Fortunately, we were one of the last 15 people to get tickets to the show.
Gogol Bordello opened as an act that could have headlined (if Flogging Molly were not on the bill). With a Mad Caddies-esque sound combined if you took Serj (from System of a Down) and added him as the lead singer but only if he took a pirate/bohemian theme is sort of how Gogol Bordello sounded. Thoroughly impressed with the gypsy punk band.
Throw Rag (won't even link them) was pretty unimpressive. By this time, I was sober (as I was driving) and somewhat annoyed by the crowd. In-between sets, a horrible DJ of some sort spun music in no particular order mixing reggae and some old school punk. At one point, I almost burst out laughing when I heard one of the kiddies behind me say, "Ooooh, is this Operation Ivy?"
Sonar itself was also not that much of a great venue. You walked into a dim lit warehouse (reminded me of work) where the farthest end was a mediocre bar, one side was the bathrooms and of course one wall was the stage.
Flogging Molly went on at 11PM and immediately the crowd went nuts. Because we happened to be near a trash can, it got knocked over when the crowd got pushed back due to the pit. Beer was sprayed, Guinness was drank and we all sang along. At one point, the band dedicated a song to President Bush that was awarded with boos and laments. The catch however was that the song was titled 'selfish man.' Flogging Molly surprised me by playing more of their older stuff from Drunken Lullabies and not so much from their newly released (or semi new now) stuff. All in all, it was a great time. It was worth the 26 bucks I had to shell out to see Flogging Molly.


posted by aL, 9:10 AM


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