Last night, The Dead Weather played their first public show to a sold out Bowery Ballroom. Alison Mosshart (The Kills), Jack White (The White Stripes), Dean Fertita (Queens of the Stone Age) and Jack Lawrence (The Raconteurs) came together to not only create one of the most anticipated acts of the year, but sounded REALLY FUCKING GOOD! My good friend Kristi would even go so far as to call them "the resurrection of rock and roll!" I'm not sure I'd go so far as that (of course, I've never believed rock was dead) but I would go so far as to call last night's concert - historic.
The Dead Weather's set was amazing. Their combination of groovy keyboard riffs, grungy affected vocals, and sick guitar/bass riffs were enough to get any rock and roller or jaded hipster to bang their head and dance.
For most of the short set, White stayed on drums singing back-up, which was smart; especially since he was sharing the stage with the super sleek and savage Mosshart. I'm a big fan of The Kills and continue to be amazed by Mosshart's intensity and evolving charismatic stage presence. When her hair is not covering her face, her eyes stare glaringly into the crowd. With one leg propped-up on an amp and the other gripping her microphone, there's no doubt Mosshart is aware of her appeal. She also doesn't shy away from her badass rockstar fashion. While security shined flashlights onto fans smoking in the crowd, Mosshart billowed clouds of smoke from stage in clear disregard of New York smoking laws.
At one point, White came out from behind the drums to play guitar and share the microphone with Mosshart. The audience was mesmerized by their harmonic, defiant, and sexy performance. The Dead Weather's first concert was music history in the making, not only because of the talent assembled on stage, but because their set was obviously so formidable there' s no place for this band to go but up. I wish I could find the words to properly describe the feeling of hearing their sound for the first time, but leave that to the experts at Rolling Stone. For now, I eagerly await their first album, Horehound, to hit my Ipod June 9th so that I can continue to rock and write on.