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The Coathangers Setlist
Tour Dates
9/14: Look Out Lounge - Omaha, NB
9/15: Jackpot - Lawrence, KS 9/16: Larimer Lounge - Denver, CO 9/17: Diabolical Records - SLC, UT 9/18: Holland Project - Reno, NV 9/19: TBD Festival - Sacramento, CA 9/21: Rickshaw Stop - San Francisco, CA 9/24: Los Globos - Los Angeles, CA 9/25: Casbah - San Diego, CA 10/24-10/25: Santa Ana, CA - Beach Goth Fest Read More
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The Coathangers make music that has teeth and once you’ve been bitten you’re done for. Last night, with the help of local acts Catbath and Color TV, the Atlanta trio brought their primal sound to a packed Triple Rock crowd eager to be branded.
First up was Catbath, a three-piece whose live show was lively and fun and whose music is impossible to categorize. If I had to describe the music, I would say it’s like Kurt Cobain fronting X covering the B-52s. It’s like a beach party from the muddy banks of the Wishkah. The band is made up of drummer Crystal Stockert, guitarist Travis Franklin and bassist Kristin Kosieracki - they all shared vocals and created some pretty sublime harmonies. Honestly, I’m in love with this band; not only do they really push the cat theme in their songs and merch, but they’ve found a way to combine all these great genres without sounding weird or gimmicky. I read on their Facebook page that last night (they played the Kitty Cat Klub after the Triple Rock gig) was, sadly, going to be their last local show for a few months. Don’t leave us for too long, Catbath!
Local quartet, Color TV, was up next and leveled the place with a lightning-fast set of no-frills punk rock. To my delight, they closed their set with a fantastic cover of the Saints’ “Perfect Day.” That song is probably one of the most satisfying two minutes and thirty seconds ever committed to tape and Color TV executed it flawlessly.
The Coathangers only played for about 45 minutes, but it never seemed rushed. It was an absorbing set, in fact, with vocalist/guitarist Crook Kid Coathanger (Julia Kugel), vocalist/drummer Rusty Coathanger (Stephanie Luke) and bassist Minnie Coathanger (Meredith Franco) spitting out track after track from their incredible most recent record Suck My Shirt. Select older cuts like “Arthritis Sux” (2009’s Scramble), “Tonya Harding” (2007’s self-titled) and “Hurricane” (2011’s Larceny & Old Lace) added to the electric atmosphere.
The band kicked off with “Johnny,” from Suck, a song that began with an almost frantic beat before exploding into a cacophonous cloud. Crook Kid switched from Kat Bjelland-like coos to full-throated shrieks and she stabbed and scratched out a lattice of guitar noise. Behind CK but definitely not out of sight, Rusty kept a hypnotic charging rhythm that would lurch to a stop and change the tempo with a break-neck wallop. On the other side of the stage, Minnie created the most irresistible groove with a bassline so menacing, you’d wish you had brought adult diapers. It’s as unsettling as it is exhilarating.
The band seemed to be having as much fun as the crowd. All members had come to the stage equipped with beverages including a bottle of wine. CK joked that they were allowing themselves a drink every two songs, but after a few tunes the “rule” didn’t stick and she started taking healthy swigs out of the wine bottle whenever she wanted. For the final song, “Don’t Touch My Shit,” CK shed her guitar and got confrontational, stalking the stage with the mic and yelping into the faces of delighted fans. She grabbed a second mic, pressed them both to her mouth and slowly planted her head into my friend’s chest. An inadvertent nod to their song “Nestle in my Boobies”?
The Coathangers filter rock and roll to its starkest and most primitive elements; it’s raw, edgy, always exciting and I love it. Get their album Suck My Shirt out on Suicide Squeeze and, for crying out loud, go see them live!
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Catbath
photo: Amy
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Color TV
photo: Amy
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The Coathangers only played for about 45 minutes, but it never seemed rushed. It was an absorbing set, in fact, with vocalist/guitarist Crook Kid Coathanger (Julia Kugel), vocalist/drummer Rusty Coathanger (Stephanie Luke) and bassist Minnie Coathanger (Meredith Franco) spitting out track after track from their incredible most recent record Suck My Shirt. Select older cuts like “Arthritis Sux” (2009’s Scramble), “Tonya Harding” (2007’s self-titled) and “Hurricane” (2011’s Larceny & Old Lace) added to the electric atmosphere.
The band kicked off with “Johnny,” from Suck, a song that began with an almost frantic beat before exploding into a cacophonous cloud. Crook Kid switched from Kat Bjelland-like coos to full-throated shrieks and she stabbed and scratched out a lattice of guitar noise. Behind CK but definitely not out of sight, Rusty kept a hypnotic charging rhythm that would lurch to a stop and change the tempo with a break-neck wallop. On the other side of the stage, Minnie created the most irresistible groove with a bassline so menacing, you’d wish you had brought adult diapers. It’s as unsettling as it is exhilarating.
The band seemed to be having as much fun as the crowd. All members had come to the stage equipped with beverages including a bottle of wine. CK joked that they were allowing themselves a drink every two songs, but after a few tunes the “rule” didn’t stick and she started taking healthy swigs out of the wine bottle whenever she wanted. For the final song, “Don’t Touch My Shit,” CK shed her guitar and got confrontational, stalking the stage with the mic and yelping into the faces of delighted fans. She grabbed a second mic, pressed them both to her mouth and slowly planted her head into my friend’s chest. An inadvertent nod to their song “Nestle in my Boobies”?
The Coathangers filter rock and roll to its starkest and most primitive elements; it’s raw, edgy, always exciting and I love it. Get their album Suck My Shirt out on Suicide Squeeze and, for crying out loud, go see them live!
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The Coathangers at Triple Rock Social Club, Minneapolis (12 September 2015) photo: Amy
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