Concert Review: The Black Halos and L7 @ Little Brothers (6/1/00)

There was a time in my life that I went to a rock show nearly every weekend, and even on workday weekdays. This is a perfect example.

I knew who L7 were, but never listened to them. I was never into Riot grrrl bands that L7 was loosely associated with, so I had no idea what to expect other than loud, and they were loud. Not ear-shattering Hum or Dinosaur Jr (from what I’ve been told) loud, but loud still. It didn’t stick with me much beyond that night.

The Black Halos, on the other hand, were touring their first album. The Canadian glam punkers were an explosive mix of the New York Dolls, Stooges and MC5. Words like dirty, scuzzy and scummy would probably be terms of endearment rather than insults. That said, the band did not disappoint live, replicating their album along with a choice cover of the KISS song Deuce.

We’re they mind blowing? No, but they were a good rock band, and that’s all you can really ask for, really.

I Need
Bad Things
Living Large
Fuel My Fire
Stick To The Plan
Crackpot Baby
Rockin’ Machine
Non Existent Patricia
Fast & Frightening
Little One
Pretend We’re Dead