Photo by Garyn Klasek
Some bands are capable of making listeners do a double-take. And with nearly 25 years under their belt, Denver’s country gothabilly band Slim Cessna’s Auto Club is just that kind of act. This band’s dark take on country and roots music pulls out a very unique crowd of everyone from Americana fans to metalheads. This should come as no surprise, as time can provide many of those when it comes to how a band evolves.
Photo by Garyn Klasek
Kickin' it off old-school was Americana blues country duo Mr. Mudd & Mr. Gold. This project never fails to deliver a boot-stompin’ good time. Frontman and acoustic guitarist Tyler Matlock delivers his discourse diligently as the crowd claps along. Jesse Gray accompanies on banjo, electric guitar and suitcase drum, astonishing the audience in amazement. Mr. Mudd & Mr. Gold continue to captivate all along their course.
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Up next was punkgrass phenomenon The Haymarket Squares back from sauntering the southwest twice this summer. Anyone acquainted with this act is always astonished by their accomplishments. Minister of ceremonies and stand-up bassist Marc Oxborrow addressed the assembly ardently while pounding on his bass powerfully. Mark Sunman singed showgoers, shouting sacrilege as he astounds on mandolin, banjo and accordion. Guitarist John Luther rocked the room, especially on his harmonious hymn “Jump the Border,” which he leads lyrically. Mark Allred as well amazed the audience with his skillfully strummed slide guitar and vocal boom, especially noticeable as they pay creedence with “Fortunate Son.” If The Haymarket Squares don’t earn enough exaltation as it is, they managed to pull the plug and polish off the parish from the pews with percussive patronage.
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Slim Cessna’s Auto Club completed the concert commandingly, cascading their own contradiction between Canaan and chaos. Despite not having seen them in about a decade, they are absolutely awe-inspiring now. Whether they mosey us on down a dusty country trail or kick it into high gear, tearin’ it up on the highway to hell, these cats rouse listeners near and far. Ringleader Slim Cessna seized the pulpit, riling spectators into a frenzy. His right hand Munly Munly shredded away on guitar, howling along. Lord Dwight Pentacost raged out on the double neck guitar. Rebecca Vera brought her delightfully elegant touch, tickling the keys. Double bassist Ian O’Dougherty rocked out like it’s goin’ out of style. Andrew Warner beat the skins with excellence as well. In the end, Slim Cessna’s Auto Club has progressed into one sensational marvel, playing a fantastic show.
~ Garyn Klasek
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