I'm not sure what constitutes a "reunion" tour, but the Murder City Devils have regrouped for a string of West Coast dates after only being broken up for about six years. For those of you who aren't familiar with MCD, they were a stand out rock 'n roll group from the 90's and the first couple years of the 00's that played really well crafted songs about broken hearts, truckers, cowboys and painful devotions to hard drinking, mostly backed by a creepy organ that gives them a very effective, unmistakable sound. If Bela Lugosi were to get into a bar fight, this is likely to be the band up on stage.
The most recognizable member, I guess, is frontman Spencer Moody. He looks kind of like some tech support guy or maybe that kid you pantsed in grade school after pwning him in tetherball. But he's a pure showman with a voice that sounds like broken glass under a dusty boot, and he sings like a man who's just had a terrifying revelation. I like MCD a lot, but at the moment, they're making me feel pretty old with their "reunion" tour.
I hereby declare a new rule: no "reunions" can occur unless the band has been broken up for a minimum of ten years. Going to a "reunion" show of a band that I was gaga about the first time around makes me feel like I should be scrambling for a sitter and digging deep into the back of my closet for the clothes of my youth, long since traded in for fleece, khaki pants and Tevas that I insist on wearing with socks.
Anyway, I'll be at the Great American Music Halll show for the 4:00 matinee on February 15 if any of my peeps want to get tickets and join me. I'd go to the evening show but it's sold out and besides, if these folks still drink like they used to, they're liable to not even make it onstage for the second set.
Oh, and the tour coincides with the a reissue of the band's entire catalog on scrumptious Sub Pop vinyl. Word.