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Lee Fields and The Expressions Get Their Soul On (Photo Gallery)

Lee Fields and The Expressions.
Lee Fields and The Expressions.
Lee Fields and The Expressions.
Lee Fields.
Down North.
Down North.

Rocking the plaid as only a soul man can: Lee Fields at Neumos on September 17. (Photo: Tony Kay)

(Photo: Tony Kay)

The Expressions express themselves. (Photo: Tony Kay)

(Photo: Tony Kay)

(Photo: Tony Kay)

(Photo: Tony Kay)

Anthony Briscoe of Down North. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Jabrille Williams, guest shredder for Down North. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Good God in Heaven, Lee Fields was wearing one hell of a jacket.

High-shouldered, plaid, and unapologetically loud, it was the kind of garment that could only be rocked by a flash circus clown or a down-to-the-bone soul man. And Lee Fields was damn sure the latter at his transcendent Neumo’s gig Tuesday night.

Fields came by that transcendence honestly. In a nutshell, he was (and remains) the real deal; a North Carolina-based singer who threw down potent soul and funk sides throughout the 1970s, selling 45s from the trunk of his car and tirelessly playing gigs without the aid of a major label. With that kind of old-school work ethic driving him, it’s no surprise the guy delivered live, and then some.

Tuesday’s show saw Fields shifting from ear-popping shrieks to soulful crooning in a heartbeat, and he worked the crowd with a master’s combination of showmanship and sincerity. The Expressions (indie label Truth and Soul’s de facto house band) backed that elemental force of a voice and persona to smoldering perfection, laying down rich beds of velour horns, purring organ, and subtly-funky guitar. The set leaned hard on Fields’ and The Expressions’ two most recent collaborations, 2009’s My World and last year’s Faithful Man, with cooking live treatments of older cuts like the fierce, topical “Fought for Survival”  interspersed seamlessly.

Halfway through the set, Fields locked into a call-and-response, turning his mic to the audience for shouts and responding with howls so electrifying they’d have blown James Brown’s mind. “Thank you for bringing real soul to Seattle!” one spectator yelled afterwards. Truer words were never spoken, brother.

Early arrivals were rewarded with a customarily slamming opening set by funk-rock quartet Down North (joined by dynamo guest guitarist Jabrille Williams for a blistering version of the band’s signature tune, “Heartbreaker“), and some tasty Booker-T style instrumental R&B stylings from Seattle band The Bayous.

Bumbershoot 2013 Music Rundown, Day 1

Diamond Rings.
Thao and the Get Down Stay Down.
Gary Numan.
Beat Connection.
ZZ Ward.
The Physics.
!!!
Gary Numan.
Washed Out.
Sallie Ford.
Crystal Castles' blinky lights.
Kris Orlowski and Torry Anderson.
Maceo Parker.
!!!

Down North, throwing it down. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Charles Bradley heats up the KEXP Lounge. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Boy-Band dreamy, with new wave on the brain: Diamond Rings. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Thao of the Get Down Stay Down gets down. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Gary Numan, Rock God, at the KEXP Lounge. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Beat Connection, connecting the beats. (Photo: Tony Kay)

ZZ Ward, rocking some smart red slacks. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Thig of The Physics politely exhorts Bumbershoot spectators to move. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Best Frontman in Crusty Rolling Stones boxers, EVER: Nic Offer of !!!. (Photo: Tony Kay)

A little Klaus Kinski, a lot of Rock God: Gary Numan on the Tunein Stage. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Washed Out get dreamy. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Sallie Ford does the slow rockabilly burn. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Crystal Castles make loud ticky-tick and booming bass noises. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Kris Orlowski and keyboardist Torry Anderson in action. (Photo: Tony Kay)

Maceo Parker on the Starbucks Stage. (Photo: Tony Kay)

(Photo: Tony Kay)

I swore I’d gorge on something besides music at Bumbershoot 2013. Really, I did. But the lineup for all three days had me chucking those notions most of the time. Aside from a brief trip to Flatstock (customarily wonderful) and a stroll through some of the very cool art installations at the Fisher Pavilion, I mainly imbibed the music.

Day 1 Music Highlights:

The Best: Local funketeers Down North, who got my Bumbershoot ’13 off to a throw-down start with a ferocious instrumental attack and frontman Anthony Briscoe’s killer pipes; Gary Numan, bashing out old synth hits and newer industrial grind in glowering Rock God Mode; Thao Nguyen’s bent but pretty voice and ambling, beat-friendly indie folk with Thao and the Get Down Stay Down; !!!’s gawky, aggressive, and hard-partying disco-fied punk; The Physics‘ perfect blend of Thig’s and Monk’s wordplay, Justo’s potent beats, and a snapping live band; Kris Orlowski’s terrific set of new material, which cast that warm and raspy voice in an urgent, imaginative backdrop.

The Really Good: Charles Bradley, whose sandpaper soul voice sounded more ragged than usual (even on an off-day, though, The Screaming Eagle of Soul still broke hearts); Beat Connection, whose distinctive blend of electric and acoustic music had asses shaking without forcing audiences to disengage their brains in the process; Portland quartet Sallie Ford and the Sound Outside, all twangy swagger backing Ford’s wondrous alien-rockabilly yelp; Legendary saxophonist Maceo Parker’s classy, easy-grooving set of soul chestnuts.

The Rest: Canadian electro-pop whiz kid Diamond Rings‘ Pin-Up Boy charisma and engaging retro new wave tunes were undercut by a thin, indistinct singing voice; ZZ Ward sang the hell out of her Alicia Keys-meets-Melissa Etheridge pop songs, but damned if I could cozy up to any of ‘em; Washed Out’s blend of earnest indie crooning and percussive electronics didn’t quite take off live for me; and electro-punk act Crystal Castles sorta felt like a lotta sound and fury (and flashing lights), signifying nothing.

Crap! I Missed It: Heart‘s reportedly transcendental Key Arena Mainstage performance; Sets by local hip hop figures Grynch and Nacho Picasso; The Total Experience Gospel Choir.

Stay Tuned for Music Rundowns of Bumbershoot 2013, Days 2 and 3, real soon-like…

Your Live Music Bets for March 2nd to the 4th

It’s the spring, and from the frigid temperatures you’d never know it; all the better to pack into a local music venue this weekend.

Tonight (Friday, March 2):

Peter Case and Paul Collins, Summer Twins, Bang sha Bang @ The Funhouse. $20 day of show. Doors at 8pm.

Together as The Nerves and separately as members of The Plimsouls and the Paul Collins Beat, Case and Collins helped lay down the groundwork for the punchy/sweet dichotomy that is power pop. If you’re a fan of Weezer, Ted Leo, or OK Go, and you want to hear the roots of those sounds, this should be unmissable. Expect to hear plenty of gems from these guys’ deep back catalogs, and Case will surely  belt out that classic of classics, “A Million Miles Away”.

Steel Tigers of Death. Partman Parthorse, Halcyon Daze @ The High Dive. $7 at the door. Show at 9pm.

Local punks Steel Tigers of Death bust out furious noise that still manages to be catchy (and funny) as all get out, and the band frequently sports the most inspired wardrobes of any punk band in town.

The George Tisdale Band, Kissing Potion, Down North @ The Skylark Cafe. $10 at the door. Show at 8pm.

West Seattle’s most fun hole-in-the-wall club brings the funk tonight. I’ll abstain from rattling on (again) about the snap and greatness of Down North, largely because The George Tisdale Band‘s swaggering brand of eighties-influenced funk and Kissing Potion’s jazzy variation on thick 1970’s soul will make this bill a stem-to-stern booty-shaker.

Saturday, March 3:

The Spittin’ Cobras, Witchburn, Zero Down, Ancient Warlocks, Piston Ready @ El Corazon. $6 advance, $10 day of show. Doors at 8pm.

It’s all local metal, wall to wall, at South Lake Union’s most metal of venues with this bill. The two headliners bring gloriously old-school headbanging to the table: The Spittin’ Cobras sound like Judas Priest beating the shit out of Kiss in a back alley, while Witchburn‘s call-and-response metal attack sports some serious firepower thanks to iron-lunged lead singer Jamie Nova’s hellstorm of a voice.

Sunday, March 4:

Andrew W.K, The Evaporators @ The Showbox at the Market. $25 advance, $28 day of show. Doors at 7pm.

It’s hard to believe Andrew W.K’s ripe and robust cheese-metal-pop masterwork, I Get Wet, is a decade old, but there you go. This tour’s an unashamed roll in the Elysian Fields of nostalgia, so you’ll likely hear all of I Get Wet, and heaps of the old hits. Party Hard, indeed.