Space Jam

Sunday night, I headed over to The Burdock for some live music. The new-ish space seemed like a good place for smaller, more intimate acts. And they were reasonably prompt with the scheduled times. Outside of a venerable joint like The Horseshoe, most venues are frustratingly lackadaisical. So thankfully, opener L Con was only 15 minutes "late" coming on.

I caught them quite awhile back. They've been getting some buzz lately but as they don't advertise much social media-wise, I never know when they'll be playing next. In fact, I came upon this gig by chance. Since then, lead Julie Conway seemed to have modified a case to hold her collection of vintage drum machine and effects so the stage was much less cluttered. Backed by synth and bass, she played what she jokingly called "another song about space". Well it was spacey, with sparse beats and harmony, but very enjoyable. It wasn't quite chill-out music but definitely groovy.

Isla Craig took that groove and turned it into a slow jam. Borrowing the drummer and keyboardist from Tasseomancy, helped on vocals by Ivy Mairi, Craig played long, sexy songs that Barry White would approve. The kind that gets your upper body to start undulating in time to the beat. It wasn't quite white girl reggae, even if she gave a shout-out "to my soul sisters" on the last song, but the music sat in the pocket all night. Both acts tonight played great music and deserve bigger recognition.