Hans Condor “review”
By: Rebecca Seung
“These guys are the sweaty coal shovelers in the bowels of the music industry, keeping the boat moving but never coming out onto the deck.”
When I first saw Nashville punk band Hans Condor back in September, it was a small show in Birmingham, mostly consisting of members from the other two bands, and even though they were more the touring band, they played first. Nevertheless, they blew me away then with possibly the best live set I’ve ever seen, and I came home that night to write that line. Now, I’m not really egotistical enough to quote myself on a daily basis, but enough so to do it just this once because they are worth every word. But I hadn’t seen them live since that night a few months ago until Wednesday at the Mercy Lounge’s 8th Anniversary shindig.
This band is not for the faint of heart, and as their short set got under way, the usual Mercy crowd got pushed to the back of the bar as Charles, Erik, and Roger tore up the room with their ear-splitting, in-your-face rock ‘n roll. Watching
lead vocalist and front badass Charles Kaster stalk the stage, it’s almost like a drunker version of parkour, with Charles finding every way to use amps, stands, and whatever else was around to do what they do and rock the house down. Their debut album Sweat, Piss, Jizz, and Blood came out on vinyl at the end of last year, and if anything, I think the title is a testament to how much they put into every song and every show. It’s not a hobby and it’s not a job; it’s their life, and that passion can be seen and felt every time they play a show. Call me old fashioned, but that’s the way music is supposed to be.
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