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The Satin Peaches, Alright Junior, Murderhouse and Victor Victor Band at the Khyber
The Philadelphia rock scene is underrated. It receives only a fraction of the attention of the city’s hip-hop, experimental, deejay scenes, but is nonetheless very much alive.
What’s more, people are digging it – and this past Tuesday’s Khyber line-up (the Satin Peaches, Alright Junior, Murderhouse and Victor Victor Band) only proves it. Besides the Peaches (who hail from Detroit), the evening is all about Philly rock – and its collective energy, enthusiasm and talent.
Victor Victor Band is up first, and by the time they take the stage, a small crowd has already formed. The band is comprised of Jamie and Danielle Victor, former college sweethearts, and happily married Philly hipsters. She plays drums and keyboards; he sings and plays guitar, and they make loud, beat-driven, bluesy garage rock.
Both Jamie and Danielle are skilled musicians, and Jamie’s an excellent singer and lyricist. But the reason the reason that VVB works so well is because the pair has excellent chemistry – and rock 100% all the time. Their short set is energy-fueled, and has the audience dancing. Not bad for an opening band!
Murderhouse is up next, and like VVB, their musicianship is indisputable. Lead guitarist Ian Mayer wails on his guitar with passionate fury, and the band spits out throbbing, riff-driven, metal-rock anthems. Their songs are long –epic even—and full of menacing and dramatic twists. They don’t, however, have a singer, which proves tricky in translating their fervor to the audience. A tough, rocking front woman – Surgeon’s Lydia Giordano – could do the band wonders.
After Murderhouse’s brooding set, Philly favorites Alright, Junior take the stage. A post-grunge act with a touch of emo, Alright Junior offer beautifully-arranged frenetic rock songs, doused with passion and finished off with a heavy dose of head thrashing.
Lead singer Jace Miller is a born performer, and gestures frantically, grabs the microphone for dear life, and at one point even dives into the audience, almost knocking over an unsuspecting spectator. The entire band is all over the stage, thrashing harder than any band I’ve seen. I’m struck by the comparison of children on a Moonbounce.
The audience thins out after Alright, Junior’s set, and by the time the Satin Peaches go on (around midnight), there are only about 6 people left. It’s really a shame, because these guys are great, and their sprawling, poppy tunes the perfect end to a rocking evening.
Vocalist/guitarist George Morris is instantly likeable in skinny girl’s jeans and a huge fro, and his upbeat persona and quirky singing make the act. The 6 of us remaining tap our feet and dance in place; we’re definitely loving it. I wouldn’t be surprised to see the Peaches explode all over the scene – their whimsical, rollicking melodies seem the stuff that indie rock dreams of made of.
What’s more, people are digging it – and this past Tuesday’s Khyber line-up (the Satin Peaches, Alright Junior, Murderhouse and Victor Victor Band) only proves it. Besides the Peaches (who hail from Detroit), the evening is all about Philly rock – and its collective energy, enthusiasm and talent.
Victor Victor Band is up first, and by the time they take the stage, a small crowd has already formed. The band is comprised of Jamie and Danielle Victor, former college sweethearts, and happily married Philly hipsters. She plays drums and keyboards; he sings and plays guitar, and they make loud, beat-driven, bluesy garage rock.
Both Jamie and Danielle are skilled musicians, and Jamie’s an excellent singer and lyricist. But the reason the reason that VVB works so well is because the pair has excellent chemistry – and rock 100% all the time. Their short set is energy-fueled, and has the audience dancing. Not bad for an opening band!
Murderhouse is up next, and like VVB, their musicianship is indisputable. Lead guitarist Ian Mayer wails on his guitar with passionate fury, and the band spits out throbbing, riff-driven, metal-rock anthems. Their songs are long –epic even—and full of menacing and dramatic twists. They don’t, however, have a singer, which proves tricky in translating their fervor to the audience. A tough, rocking front woman – Surgeon’s Lydia Giordano – could do the band wonders.
After Murderhouse’s brooding set, Philly favorites Alright, Junior take the stage. A post-grunge act with a touch of emo, Alright Junior offer beautifully-arranged frenetic rock songs, doused with passion and finished off with a heavy dose of head thrashing.
Lead singer Jace Miller is a born performer, and gestures frantically, grabs the microphone for dear life, and at one point even dives into the audience, almost knocking over an unsuspecting spectator. The entire band is all over the stage, thrashing harder than any band I’ve seen. I’m struck by the comparison of children on a Moonbounce.
The audience thins out after Alright, Junior’s set, and by the time the Satin Peaches go on (around midnight), there are only about 6 people left. It’s really a shame, because these guys are great, and their sprawling, poppy tunes the perfect end to a rocking evening.
Vocalist/guitarist George Morris is instantly likeable in skinny girl’s jeans and a huge fro, and his upbeat persona and quirky singing make the act. The 6 of us remaining tap our feet and dance in place; we’re definitely loving it. I wouldn’t be surprised to see the Peaches explode all over the scene – their whimsical, rollicking melodies seem the stuff that indie rock dreams of made of.
