The Warsaw was kind of like a ballroom that cannonballed into the Now. Just a big room by day. At night, it’s loud as hell. A head-thumping, vibrating lore; you can feel the music down to your toes. It smelled a little like B.O. Most people seemed half-drunk on the music. “It’s tight AF in here,” someone – I think KeithCharles – said. Someone nearby me came from DC to see HOMESHAKE after being introduced to his music through Mac DeMarco. And I think I saw a young Fabio in the flesh.
The crowd was, at turns, a muted roar and all-out thunder. I am hard of hearing, in one ear, courtesy of a 20-something behind me, who yelled on a decibel I thought only dogs could hear and cats capable of making – “I LOVE YOU HOMESHAKE!” There was singing-along, dancing, finger-waving, grooving, getting-down and the like – all to Jachary’s technicolor ascension, KeithCharles Spacebar’s fast riffs and the main event HOMESHAKE’s funky guitar.
See the gallery below for front-row pictures of HOMESHAKE and don’t miss your chance to see them next time they come to town. Until then, check out some other Warsaw Concerts.